Calvin spent the entire night planning what he could do to continue torturing Rosalyn. This day had to be better than yesterday. Calvin had to make sure Rosalyn felt much worse after today than she did at the end of yesterday.

After Calvin and Hobbes came up with a list of ideas, they had to figure out how those plans would executed. Finally, after a lot of thought, the two came up with an idea.

Hobbes was told to struggle to stay up until 1:00 in the morning, to be sure Rosalyn was asleep when they started putting their plans into action. Hobbes woke Calvin at 1:00 in the morning as they agreed, and Calvin got up to set all the traps.

Calvin walked downstairs to the quiet, eerie, dark house. He quietly went down to the basement and turned on the light. He started looking around everywhere, past the red paint Calvin's dad was going to use to paint the treehouse. Calvin finally found it: the scotch tape!

Calvin dashed upstairs out of the basement and went over to the kitchen sink. He took the scotch tape and wrapped the tape all over the spray nozzle. Now, when Rosalyn turned the sink on, a blast of cold water would spray her right in the face.

After doing that, Calvin ran back into the basement and grabbed a metal bucket and ran to a sink in the bathroom and started filling it up. He carefully set it down on the ground, then grabbed a small ladder. He brought the bucket of water and the ladder over towards Rosalyn's bedroom, slightly opened the door, and set the ladder up. He took the bucket of water and placed it right above the door, so when Rosalyn opened it later in the morning, it would topple on her. It was foolproof.

Calvin went back to bed, snickering, and after a long while, he finally got to sleep. He woke up only a few hours later, and Rosalyn was still in bed. He stood in front of her door when he got up and patiently waited, not wanting to miss the bucket of water topple on Rosalyn when she walked out the door.

After about 10 minutes, Calvin heard the phone ring. He ran downstairs to answer it, and it was his mom.

"Calvin!" screamed his mom. "Glad to hear you're awake."

"Sure am, mom," Calvin said brightly.

"You seem in a good mood," Calvin's mom said coldly. "Could it be because of those bad things you did to Rosalyn last night?"

"What? You knew!" Calvin said. "How?"

"The telephone, Calvin," his mom said in an annoyed tone. "She called me up after you went to bed and told me everything you did."

"Come on, mom," Calvin said, defending himself. "It was just a joke."

"I want you to go to Rosalyn now, and apologize to her for everything you did last night, understand?"

Calvin sighed. "Understood."

Calvin hung up the phone, and marched over to Rosalyn's room. "Rosalyn!" he called. "Look, sorry for yesterday."

There was a long pause. "Rosalyn? Did you hear me? I said I'm sorry!…Rosalyn?"

After no answer, Calvin stopped screaming and was going to loudly tell her after walking into her room, whether or not it would wake her up.

As Calvin opened the door, the bucket of water fell right off the door and landed on Calvin's head, spilling all over him. Calvin let out a bloodcurdling scream, loud enough to wake Rosalyn up.

Rosalyn warily woke up, then saw Calvin with the bucket of water stuck on his head. She couldn't help but start laughing. "Well, well, well, out little plan backfired, did it?" Rosalyn said with a nasty grin on her face. "Maybe that'll show you not to be such a rude little kid!"

Calvin forced the bucket off his head, with a very bad looking bucket line right above his chin, with the area above it slightly red. Annoyed, Calvin returned to his room, where he was greeted by a barrage of laughter from Hobbes.

"What happened to your face?" he said laughing when he saw the marks the bucket left of Calvin when it fell on him.

"That stupid bucket of water fell on me when mom called to tell me to apologize to Rosalyn for yesterday," Calvin said in an angry tone. "That wouldn't have happened if mom didn't call!"

"Well, why don't you disconnect all the phones in the house so she can't call again to mess anything up?" Hobbes suggested.

Calvin started smiling. "Great idea, Hobbes!" he said. After saying this, Calvin burst out of his bedroom and started taking the cords out of all the phones. When Calvin was sure they were all unplugged, he ran into the kitchen to grab himself some breakfast.

Rosalyn had made herself some waffles for breakfast, but Calvin just made cereal for himself. As soon as he finished eating it, he got up to leave the table. He was going to go back to his room and plot more things to do to Rosalyn.

"Hold it!" Rosalyn yelled. "Clean your plate up."

"What are you talking about?" Calvin asked.

"Your plate! Take it and rinse it in the sink to clean it off!"

Calvin, forgetting entirely about the trap he left at the sink, went over to it and turned the water on. Instantly, the cold water that was supposed to have sprayed Rosalyn instead sprayed Calvin. Rosalyn turned around to see what the problem was, and then started cracking up.

"Two plans in a row backfired?" Rosalyn said, cracking up. "How does that make you feel, Calvin?"

Enraged, Calvin retreated back to his room after turning the water off. Hobbes instantly asked why Calvin was soaked when he walked in.

"Our stupid plan with the sink went wrong!" Calvin said, jumping into the closet, looking for dry clothes to change into. "I would have been fine if only one of our plans went wrong, but two is a complete embarrassment."

"Well, at least Rosalyn won't be able to embarrass you by telling your parents about it over the phone," Hobbes said, trying to reassure Calvin that things weren't as bad as they could have been.

"You're right," Calvin said. "Anyway, we need to think of something to do that will get Rosalyn back for these two humiliations!"

The two went to work and spent all day in Calvin's room, trying to think of something. Unfortunately, they both came up with nothing…for a while.

"Say Calvin, I know something we could do that will give Rosalyn the most miserable day of her life!" exclaimed Hobbes.

"Really?" Calvin asked, excited. "What?"

"Why don't we just…"

He was interrupted by Rosalyn opening the door. "Calvin!" she said. "I'm making soup for dinner, what kind do you want?"

"Chicken noodle," Calvin said, not turning to her.

Without saying anything, Rosalyn closed the door.

"Now, what were you saying?" Calvin asked Hobbes.

"Well, why don't you invite Susie over and she help you make plans to destroy Rosalyn? She seems smart enough to know a few schemes."

"NO!" Calvin yelled. "I wouldn't let Susie help if my…your…life depended on it! Besides, she wouldn't help me make plans to hurt somebody!"

Hobbes just slumped on the bed, but gave Calvin an "Are you sure?" look. Then, moments later, Calvin came up with an idea.

"Say Hobbes, remember how my mom said that dad bought a few gallons of hot sauce for their food and he didn't use much at all?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Well, why don't you sneak downstairs, and when Rosalyn is making dinner, dump a lot of that hot sauce in her soup and watch the magic!"

"All right, good thinking," Hobbes said, slowly walking out of the bedroom and downstairs into the kitchen.

About thirty minutes later, the soup was ready and Calvin went downstairs to eat. He went to the table and saw Rosalyn's soup had a very obvious shade of red in it, while his looked perfect.

Calvin watched intently as Rosalyn took the first spoonful of her soup, but nothing happened at all. Calvin watched confused as Rosalyn continued to have her soup without showing any sign of pain or hot feelings.

Calvin just shrugged and had some of his soup. Instantly, he felt as if a volcano was erupting in his throat. He ran to the sink for some water, and started spraying some into his mouth.

"What are you doing?" Rosalyn asked as she stared at Calvin.

"I'm…full," Calvin said, walking away from the table. He ran up into his room and saw Hobbes standing in a corner.

"Hobbes!" Calvin raged. "You put the hot sauce in the wrong soup, you idiot!"

Hobbes started cracking up. "I know," he said.

"You what!" Calvin yelled. "You intentionally put the hot sauce in my soup just because you thought it would be funny?"

"Of course," Hobbes said.

Calvin groaned. He was ready to attack Hobbes until Rosalyn walked into the room with her cell phone.

"Calvin, it's your parents," she said, showing the cell phone to him.

Calvin took the cell phone and answered "Hello?"

"Calvin?" his mom asked. "I tried calling, but I didn't get an answer. The operator said that the number was disconnected."

"Really?" Calvin said, trying not to reveal that he was the one who unplugged the phone. "Well…imagine that."

"Anyway, Rosalyn said you were good today," his mom said.

"She did?" Calvin said in a low tone.

"Yes. Your father and I wanted to say we were proud of you for being nice to Rosalyn today."

Calvin growled.

After a few more words, Calvin hung up and handed the cell phone back to Rosalyn.

"Such a shame you didn't know I had a cell phone, huh?" Rosalyn said to Calvin, walking out of the room.

"She's going to pay for today!" Calvin said. "Everything went wrong today!"

"You still could call Susie for her advice," Hobbes said.

"NO!" Calvin yelled. "No way, no how!"

Hobbes started to stare at Calvin with eyes, as if he was saying, "You know you want to". Calvin continued to refuse, until after awhile he finally said, "FINE! I'LL CALL SUSIE AND ASK FOR HER HELP!"

Hobbes started smiling. "See? I knew you'd give in."