Prolog

"Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?" Calvin said over and over.

Calvin and his family were taking a vacation, finally not to a big rock in the middle of the lake, but a nice quiet motel with a pool.

"Calvin for the last time! WE AREN'T THERE YET!" Dad screamed.

"We will never be there if you don't stop..."

Just then there was a loud BANG sound.

Calvin clutched his chest. "Ugh! Ya got me partner! Bury me not on the lone prairies!"

"Calm down, Calvin, it's just a flat tire." Dad said.

Dad got out of the car.

He opened the trunk.

"CALVIN!"

Calvin got out of the car. "Yes?"

"Did you take the spare tire out so you could fit in more comic books?"

"Yes." Calvin said.

"Do you realize what a mistake you've made?"

"Your right, I should have brought more Captain Nalplam, and less Amazon Woman."

"What is it?" Mom asked, sticking her head out the car.

"Your kid took the spare tire out, before we left." Dad said.

"Hobbes made me." Calvin insisted.

Mom and Dad both threw their heads backward in disgust.

Meanwhile, only about five hundred feet away, Garfield the cat stalked his prey; a tuna sandwich.

Jon took a bite out of it, and chewed.

Garfield stalked.

Then he leaped through the air!

"AAA! GARFIELD LET GO! AAA!"

RIP! TEAR! SHRED!

Garfield walked off, the sandwich in his hands.

Jon picked himself off the table.

Just then, Garfield kicked Odie off the table, and he went soaring into the living room.

Garfield then turned around, and walked back.

He dropped the crusts of the sandwich on Jon's plate, and jumped off the table.

He then yawned, and stretched himself on his bed, and fell asleep.

Jon glared at him for a second, then noticed a red car out front.

"Hmmmm." He said. "That's odd."

He walked outside.

Dad was now trying to find the hole in the tire.

Calvin was leaning against the car.

"What are ya gonna fix it with?" Calvin asked. "Bubble gum?"

"Shut up!" Dad spat.

Just then, a voice rang out, "Do you need some help?"

Dad looked up, and saw some dorky guy with brown hair rushing up.

"Hello, yes, our tire popped, do you have any spares?"

"No." Jon said. "And since this is Saturday, the tire shop won't be open for two days."

Dad started banging his head against the car.

"But you can stay with me." Jon suggested.

Garfield's eyes flew open, and he rushed out of bed.

"BAD CHOICE!" He yelled. "More people means less food! And less food means unhappy Garfield! And unhappy Garfield means unhappy Jon!"

"We'd love to stay here." Mom said.

"Terrific!" Jon said.

"NNOOOOOOOOOOO!" Garfield, Calvin and Hobbes all screamed in unison.

SWING123: Perhaps a bad start. I'm sorry. That virus really postponed this. The next chapter is going to be longer and better, I promise.