Calvin walked over to phone and started dialing Susie's number. (he had just finished putting all the phone lines back into the phones) The entire time, he was looking at Hobbes with a nasty glare, very angry with him for convincing him to call Susie.
"Hello?" said Susie, finally picking up.
"Susie? It's Calvin…" he stuttered.
"Calvin? What do you want?"
"Well, I was…uh…um…well, you know…look, do you want to come over my house?" Calvin said in an unpleasant way.
"But I thought you said yesterday that you wouldn't invite me over if I was the last girl on earth," Susie said in a confused way.
"I wouldn't!" Calvin said, defending himself. "It was all Hobbes' idea. He was the one who thought I should invite you over."
"Don't be bashful, Calvin," said Susie. "If you wanted to invite me over, you just had to say so."
"I'm not being bashful!" Calvin said. "I told you! It was Hobbes' bright idea!"
"Uh, sure it was. Anyway, thank you for inviting me. I'll be over at 8:00 tomorrow morning. Bye, Calvin!"
Susie hung up the phone, while Calvin slammed it down on the hook. He looked and Hobbes and said "I can't believe I let you talk me into that! Now tomorrow is going to be ten times worse than it would be if it was just Rosalyn!"
"I'm sure Susie's smarter than you when it comes to that kind of stuff."
"What's that supposed to mean!" Calvin yelled. "Anyway, I told you before, Susie won't help if she knew it were to actually hurt someone."
"Come up with some story," Hobbes suggested. "Why don't you spend a little while trying to think of a few ways to get Susie on your side and to help you beat Rosalyn?" Saying this, Hobbes got under the covers on the bed.
"Hey! You're not going to sleep, are you?" Calvin yelled. For a response, all he got was a loud snore. "Fine! I'll work on this myself!"
Calvin spent only a few minutes thinking about how he could trick Susie into creating an ultimate doomsday device to use against Rosalyn. Calvin went downstairs, where Rosalyn was watching television.
"Say Roz?" Calvin asked. "I'm going to be inviting one of my friends over tomorrow to hang out."
"Great," Rosalyn said. "Maybe you'll finally give me some peace and quiet then."
Calvin darted back up to his room and went to bed, knowing that tomorrow would be a long day, and he hoped Hobbes' plan would pull through.
Calvin awoke about nine hours later, approximately half an hour before Susie would arrive. He quickly got dressed, then thought the story that he was going to tell Susie through. He wanted to make sure it was completely flawless and something she would go for. He finally had an idea.
When Susie arrived, she rang the doorbell and Rosalyn went to answer it.
"You must be Calvin's friend," Rosalyn said with a pleasant smile on her face. "I'm Rosalyn, Calvin's babysitter."
"My name is Susie. Calvin invited me over today to play."
Rosalyn turned around and yelled up the stairs, "Calvin! Your girlfriend is here!"
"She's not my girlfriend! It wasn't even my idea to bring her over! Hobbes told me to so she can help with…stuff!" Calvin yelled down.
"He tells you that Hobbes is living, too?" Susie asked.
"Yes, yes he does," Rosalyn responded. "He's a weird little kid. Anyway, go upstairs with him. Maybe that'll keep him quiet for a change."
Susie went upstairs, with Calvin staring at her with unhappy eyes.
"Hi, Calvin!" Susie said cheerfully. "How has your summer been so far?"
"My summer?" Calvin said. "Oh, my summer's been fine, except for the fact that I have the babysitter from the Black Lagoon watching over me until tomorrow afternoon."
"Do you mean Rosalyn?" Susie asked. "You think Rosalyn's mean? She seems so nice."
"It doesn't matter!" Calvin yelled, loud enough to make Susie jump. "Anyway, come into my room so we can do what I invited you over to do!"
Susie obeyed, nervously walking into Calvin's room. "So…why exactly did you invite me over?"
"Well, Hobbes and I are making a…movie," Calvin started. "And it's going to be one where a guy hurts himself by falling into a number of traps set by someone else. Hobbes and I just want your help to choreograph the traps."
"So…you want me to help think of the traps the man will get in?" Susie asked, confused.
"No, Hobbes and I have all the traps set. We just want you to tell us what order they should go in, and help it be the most realistic it possibly can be."
"All right," Susie said, still not sure of what Calvin was asking for.
Calvin wrote a list of things that he and Hobbes planned to do in their "movie", which was all along really a list of all the traps Calvin and Hobbes would release on Rosalyn. Susie, of course, thought it was all for a movie.
"Hmmmm…" Susie said when looking at the list of all the things Calvin would need. "You say you're going to need some tape, hot sauce, glue, balloons, a lot of water, bugs, (Susie made a very interesting face when reading this one), a bucket, and…Rosalyn's cell phone?"
"It's a prop!" Calvin insisted. "Can you just help us figure out how to organize all of these things in a manner so that Rosa…uh, I mean, the guy will fall for them all?"
"Sure," Susie said. "But, it may take a little while to do that. Good things come with planning."
"All right, you go plan that out," Calvin said, walking out of the room.
"Wait, Calvin, where are you going?" Susie asked.
"I'm going into the basement to look for any other things that we can use in our…movie."
"Oh. All right."
Calvin ran downstairs and into the basement and started looking around. There were a lot of things that could be used for torture devices, but nothing Calvin could use properly or actually could use without relying on all of his physical strength to just carry it.
"Fishing poles? Too long," Calvin said. "Hedge clippers? It'll take too much effort. Hello…what's this?"
Calvin stumbled across the cans of red paint he had found in his basement yesterday. He started snickering. "Good thing Dad didn't paint my treehouse," he said in an evil way.
Hours passed, and finally Susie had come up with a great plan. However, she was still going to be over for another few hours. Calvin just told her to go hang out with Rosalyn so both of them would be out of his hair.
When Susie finally went home, Calvin breathed a deep sigh of relief and started looking over the plans Susie charted out.
"See, I told you that you wouldn't regret Susie coming over. But, did you believe me? Nooooooooooooooooo!" said a voice from behind.
"Shut it, Hobbes!" Calvin yelled. "I'm looking over Susie's plans, and they look pretty good. I think she's onto something here."
"I know, I stole a glance or two after she left. I think they can work," Hobbes responded.
Calvin started immediately looking around for something on the paper, but to his annoyance, it wasn't there. He started grumbling things to himself when he realized that Susie didn't put one thing on the plans.
"What are you so ticked about now?" Hobbes asked.
"Stupid Susie!" Calvin said. "She didn't give this trap a name! All great traps need to have names!"
"Well, come up with a name yourself," Hobbes said, lying down on the bed.
"I've got it!" Calvin said. "We'll call it OPERATON: G.R.O.S.S. …Get Rid Of Stupid RoSalyn."
"You can't name an operation G.R.O.S.S.!" Hobbes insisted. "We have a club named that, remember?"
Calvin thought about it. "You're right, we do, don't we. Fine! This plan will be better than any club we've ever made, so I shall call it OPERATION: G.R.O.S.S.E.R. …Get Rid Of Stupid Slimy Evil Rosalyn!"
"Sounds good to me," Hobbes said.
"That settles it, then," Calvin said with a snicker. Tonight, when Rosalyn's asleep, we'll set everything up, just the way Susie planned it out! Rosalyn will be at our mercy!"
Saying this, Calvin let out an evil laugh, looking forward to tomorrow's antics. Tomorrow would be his final opportunity to ruin Rosalyn once and for all. It had to work. The entire thing would rest solely on whether or not Susie planned it well.