Chapter 10:
Tuna Fish Camp Sector 7.5
Calvin had gone home the next day, him and his mom and dad were packing up for Tuna Fish Camp.
"Now Calvin, I know you don't want to go to Tuna Fish Camp, but our new world ruler demanded it. So we will be the slave owners of Sector 7, and you will be in the less important Sector 7.5" said Calvin's dad.
"Hooray, I can't wait to go" said Calvin sarcastically.
The bus arrived, and had big letters on the side saying "Sectors 7 and 7.5".
Pretty much everyone in Calvin's neighborhood was on that bus.
Calvin moved towards the back and sat down. Moe sat in the seat next to him.
"I never thought I would be a slave of your stupid stuffed tiger" said Moe, with his head against the seat in front of him.
"Yeah. I'm planning a break-out, and I need as many people as possible" said Calvin.
"Count me in" said Moe. Calvin looked around the crowded bus, and saw to boys in his class in front of him.
"Hey, are you guys in Sector 7.5?" asked Calvin. "Yeah" said the two boys.
"I'm planning a break-out. There's too many slave owners on this bus, so I'll tell you the plan at camp" said Calvin.
About 2 hours later, the bus pulled into the Tuna Fish Camp. Every boy in the US was there working their butts off, and the girls and some adults were sitting in pool chairs, sipping some lemonade.
There was a sign that said "Welcome To Tuna Fish Camp! The Camp That Gives King Hobbes a Full Tummy". It had a picture of Hobbes, stuffing his face with a tuna fish sandwich.
Calvin got out of the bus, and his group walked over to the tent marked 7.5.
The tent was smelly, and had the worst colors. It was pitch black with orange stripes.
Calvin was very hot, and already hated this place before he started working.
His owner was... SUSIE!
"Oh, look who it is. It's the king's owner. I guess he hates you, since he didn't make you an owner" said Susie.
She was sitting in her beach chair, enjoying a nice refreshing root-beer, and had two kids fanning her with palm tree leaves.
"Now what are we supposed to do here?" asked Calvin.
"If you look outside, there are really long tables. There are two sides on each table, and they are like a factory line. The first kid hands the 2nd kid a plate, then the 2nd kid hands the next kid the plate with bread on it, and so on, making a tuna sandwich." said Susie.
"You guys will be at Table #330" said Susie.
"330 TABLES! HOW MANY TUNA FISH SANDWICHES DOES THIS TIGER NEED!" screamed Calvin and his colleagues.
"Hey, I don't make the rules" said Susie.
Calvin and his colleagues sat down at the empty table, and waited for the lady who was making sure everyone was working passed.
"Now I need you guys to look around and look for weaknesses to break out" said Calvin.
They began working, looking around after their stage of the process was done.
The camp was lined with cement walls, with barbed, electric wire. There were watch towers at each corner, and a gate that had a guard standing in a booth right next to it.
"Ok, I have a plan" said Calvin.
He waited for the work-checker lady to pass and he began to discuss with his colleagues.
"Now, does anyone here have a tape recorder?" asked Calvin.
One of the two boys raised his hand.
"Great. Now what we're going to do is record me talking in Hobbes' voice, and tell the guards that it is ok and that don't need to keep a lookout and they can go to sleep. Then, we need to sneak this tape into the control center, which is the booth by the gate, and then while they are resting, we'll play it by ear" said Calvin.
"HEY BLONDIE! GET WORKING!" screamed the work-checker.
Calvin couldn't wait to get out of this dreaded place.