Summary: Calvin and Hobbes travel to the North Pole to prove to Santa that's he good. However, he ends up doing more than he expected...
Narrator: Ladies and gentlemen, The Calvin and Hobbes Christmas Special!
Christmas choir: OOOOH OOOOH OOOOOOH!
Who has the best Christmas special around?
CALVIN AND HOBBES!
At a wonderful place where you never frown?
CALVIN AND HOBBES!
unwrapping presents as we speak?
CALVIN AND HOBBES!
Adventurous, bold and sometimes meek?
CALVIN AND HOBBES!
Oh, Calvin and Hobbes!
Calvin and Hobbes,
Calvin and Hobbes,
Calvin and Hobbes Christmas Special!
Laa, laa, laa, laa, laa, laa, laa, laa, laa laa, laa, LAA!
A Calvin and Hobbes Christmas
Calvin set the toboggan on the top of the hill.
"OK, Hobbes, hop on." Calvin said.
Hobbes looked down the hill.
"Do you have some sort of secret insurance policy on me?" He asked.
"Get on the sled, you big sissy." Calvin said.
Hobbes sighed, and got on.
"You know, these things should really come with air bags." Calvin commented.
Hobbes pushed off, and they roared down the hill.
"Well, Hobbes it's the 24rd." Calvin said.
"Yup." Hobbes said.
"Christmas is in tomorrow."
"Yup."
"And you know what that means."
"Nope."
"I have to be EXTREMELY good if I want Santa to give me everything I wished for."
"Uh-huh. Have you been a good boy this year?"
Calvin ripped his head around to Hobbes.
"WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?" He screeched. "I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW, I'VE BEEN A PERFECT ANGEL THIS YEAR! NO FLAWS! LIST OFF ALL THE TERRIBLE THINGS I'VE DONE THIS YEAR! I DARE YOU!"
"Hmmm..." Hobbes said. "There was the Time Pauser that happened this year, then you rigged the house and destroyed your parents' home, then you wrecked your dad's office, then there was the incident that involved television when you said it was going to take over the world, then you..."
"All of those things are ancient history!" Calvin insisted. "Santa's not going to care what I did months and months ago!"
"The TV incident was pretty bad." Hobbes considered.
"It was no more terrible than tripping on the sidewalk!" Calvin urged.
"We're about to hit a tree."
"That's no excuse, and don't argue with me! The point is..."
CRASH!
Ouch.
It would appear that Calvin's sled had just collided with... well, a tree.
And the next thing Calvin knew, he was laying face down in the snow more than fifty feet from the wreckage.
He got up, and staggered over to where Hobbes was laying which was around twenty five feet from the tree.
"Why didn't you tell me we were about to hit a tree?" He demanded.
Laying back down into the snow, Hobbes stared at Calvin, trying to decide what to say to this lunatic. He decided to say nothing.
Back at the house, There were Christmas songs playing on the radio, and the Christmas tree shone brightly in the semi-darkness.
Dad was sitting in a chair, reading a book, and Mom was watching Frosty The Snowman.
Calvin and Hobbes walked into Calvin's room.
"Well, Hobbes, I'll have to begin my ten spontaneous acts of goodwill."
"Uh-huh" Hobbes said.
"I shall begin by singing a Christmas carol." Calvin declared, and with that, he burst out with,
"On the 12th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, 12 snowballs whacking!
11 water balloons splashing!
10 bowls of Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs!
9 driving lessons!
8 Televisions
7 bunny slippers
6 cats of pranking!
FIVE BILLION PRESENTS!
4 internet modems
3 Time Pausers
2 flamethrowers!
AND A PARTRIDGE IN A PEAR TREE!"
Calvin started bowing left and right.
"You certainly know how to raise the old Christmas Spirt." Hobbes said.
"Yeah, I know, am I great or what?"
"Now what?" Hobbes asked.
Calvin looked outside, and thought.
"I will... Huh... lets see here. I will... make a flawless snowman!"
Calvin and Hobbes rushed outside, and Calvin started to make a snowman.
"This will be the snowman to top all snowmen." Calvin declared. "People will come from distant lands like harmonica and babooska to see my mighty snowman, which..."
"Your giving it a second head." Hobbes said.
Calvin paused, then caught himself giving the snowman another head.
Calvin threw it aside into the snow.
"Sorry, old habits." Calvin said.
Calvin then went on babbling about how great the snowman would be.
"This will be a strike for great culture and literature! Such as the samurai from Ancient California! They will rise up, and..."
"Your giving it three eyes." Hobbes said.
Calvin grumbled, and threw the extra rock away.
"Now then, as I was saying, they say that art is dead! But this literate, cultured, enlightened, educated from shall raise art from the grave and..."
"Now your giving it two noses." Hobbes said.
Calvin threw his hands up in the air, and hollered, "HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO MAKE ART, WHEN YOU'RE BREATHING DOWN MY NECK! I ASSURE YOU, THIS WILL BE A BEAUTIFUL WORK OF CRAFTSMANSHIP!"
And with that, Calvin whirled back to his snowman, and preceded.
"I wouldn't be so upset about how you were making it, if it wasn't next to the highway." Hobbes said.
"OH BE QUIET!"
Calvin spent the next few minutes carving out the snowman. When it was done, it looked like an I-don't-know-what. Like some kind of demented wolverine with two heads, and three noses.
Calvin caused many swerves on the road, that day.
"Well, Hobbes, what do you think?" Calvin asked.
"Adjectives fail me." Hobbes said staring at the disturbed snowman.
"Ok, maybe it didn't turn out exactly how I wanted it, but it's still a strike for..."
Just then, a snowball collided with Calvin's head.
Calvin went flying into his snowman.
Calvin moaned, and lifted himself out of the snow.
Then he spotted his disembodied snowman.
"NO!" Calvin screamed. "My snowman! It's ruined!"
Calvin picked up the snowman's head, and started wailing.
"So young! So innocent! So incapable of life's many challenges!"
Calvin stopped sobbing, then studied the severed head.
"Actually, it isn't all that terrible." Calvin grinned, placing the head in the snow. "A few more of these things, and I just might have this thing in the bag!"
Calvin lifted himself out of the snow, and it was then that he saw... Moe.
Moe was laughing his head off, along with his other two thugs.
Calvin and Hobbes stared at them.
"Don't you just hate critics?" Hobbes asked.
"That's it!" Calvin growled. "I'm going to teach that goon a lesson, he'll never remember!"
Calvin ripped a snowball out of the snow, and took aim.
"But this is your big chance!" Hobbes said. "If you don't throw it, then you'll have a big deed of good! Think of that?"
Calvin thought.
"I DON'T WANT TO BE THIS GOOD!" Calvin yelled.
"It's your big chance." Hobbes said, crossing his arms.
Calvin narrowed his eyes to slits, and dropped the snowball.
"HEY TWINKY!" Moe called. "NICE AIM, PUNK! YOU WERE ABLE TO HIT THE GROUND! HAW! HAW! HAW!"
Calvin's face started turning several colors, that Hobbes had never seen before.
"He's right in range, Hobbes." Calvin hissed.
"True," Hobbes said, starting to worry about how long Calvin could keep this up. "but your supposed to be mature of such things."
Moe was now sticking his tongue out at Calvin.
"HAW HAW! YOU COULDN'T THE BROAD SIDE OF A BARN, TWERP!"
"Just walk away." Hobbes said, starting to back up.
Calvin's eyes were aflame.
His teeth were gritted, and he was moving his jaw back and forth as if thinking about crushing something between them.
He snatched up a snowball and pelted it.
POW!
"AH HA!" Calvin screamed, bolting off. "I DID IT! HA HA! I'M NOT SORRY! HA HA HA! I'D DO IT AGAIN IN A HEARTBEAT! SWEET REVENGE! REVENGE! BWA HA HA HA HA!"
Hobbes sighed, and stared over at the crater of snow where Moe had been standing, and Moe, who was laying five feet form the wreckage.
When Calvin burst into the house, laughing and screaming his head off.
"Well, he just destroyed somebody, again," Dad said, not looking up from his book.
Calvin exploded into his room, screaming.
Hobbes followed.
"I wonder what would happen if too much coal got piled into a stocking." He said. "I wonder if it would stain the thread."
Calvin must not have heard, because he was still laughing his head off.
But then, he stopped laughing.
"Oh no!" he yelled.
"Yup." Hobbes said, "Santa will take a shovel to the reindeer stall to fill your stocking."
"Oh my gosh!"
"Indeed." Hobbes said. "And what do you plan to about it?"
"This!"
Calvin ran into his closet and pulled out...
A cardboard box.
Calvin heaved it out of the closet, and turned to Hobbes.
He had disappeared.
Calvin sighed.
"I don't have time to deal with you, Hobbes. Either get in the box or stay here. I'm going to the North Pole."
"I'll stay here." Hobbes' voice came from the closet.
"Very well." Calvin said. "I'm going to meet Santa, and you're not."
Calvin climbed into the box.
There was a moment of silence.
"GET INTO THIS BOX, YOU FURBALL!"
"No."
"Then, I'll force you!"
Calvin ran into the closet, and the wreck was on.
Calvin and Hobbes rolled across the floor, but Calvin finally froced him into the box.
"You're coming with me, if you like it or not!" Calvin yelled
"It's just an airplane?" Hobbes asked, nervously.
"Yup."
"No time Travel?"
"Nope."
"No duplication?"
"Nope."
"No movie traveling, book traveling, time Pausing or transmogrification?"
"Nope, nope, nope, and nope."
"Alright, I'll come."
Calvin started acting more enthusiastic.
"Alright Hobbes! Slip on your vortex goggles! We're off!"
ZOOOM!
With a blast of sound, Calvin and Hobbes exploded out the window.
"Where'd they go?" Winslow the Monster asked.
"I dunno." Maurice the Monster replied. "Something about a guy called Sandy Clothes."
"Never heard of him. Is he a movie actor?" Winslow asked.
"Do I look like a movie expert?" Maurice demanded.
Calvin and Hobbes blasted across the landscape.
"Calvin how do you know if we're going north?" Hobbes asked.
"I don't." Calvin said.
"I KNEW IT!" Hobbes yelled. "We're doomed!"
"Wait!" Calvin yelled. "I'll just set the coordinates on the box for NORTH POLE."
Calvin started typing on a message on a small keyboard.
A message came back on the small screen.
Joe's grill have the best burgers in town!
Calvin and Hobbes exchanged glances.
Calvin retyped the message.
Another message came back.
Hi, we can't come to the foam right now. Just leave a mess, and we'll go back to sleep.
Disregard previous message.
Preparing coordinates.
PLEASE STAND BY.
three...
two...
one...
Two...
Three...
Seventeen...!
Four and Twenty Blackbirds baked in a pie.
WARNING! DISC FULL!
Drive slow, old cats
burp.
Two equals three.
Have a good day good day good day good day.
SYSTEM FAILURE!
SFJDIRNDEJGEJ!
SJDUTK!
FNBVKJDVVTRGGJDBFGYEBDIRB!
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Calvin grinned at Hobbes, sheepishly.
"Alright, no sweat." He said. "I'll just switch it over to manul."
Calvin hit a few switches, pushed a couple of buttons, then the machine started off.
After a while, the machine was hovering across water with ice burgs all over.
"So, where's Santa's workshop?" Hobbes asked.
Calvin looked around.
He saw...
Baran landscape.
"I dunno. It has to be around here, somewhere."
Calvin and Hobbes landed the box, and got out.
They looked around.
Nothing.
They exchanged glances.
"Wait! What's that?" Calvin asked.
Calvin and Hobbes rushed over to a pole sticking out of the ground.
Calvin stared at it.
"It's the North Pole." He said.
"It's the wha...?" Hobbes asked.
"Nothing." Calvin said. "But what's it for?"
Calvin held out his hand, and pushed the pole froward.
Suddenly, the ground beneath them vanished.
"YAAAAAAH!"
Calvin and Hobbes plunged straight down into the snow.
PLOP!
Hobbes was the first to stop screaming, open his eyes, and look around.
Calvin however, was still screaming.
"AAAAAAA! Ehhh.. AAAA! AAAAA! AAAAAAAAAAAAA...! ooooPH!"
Hobbes grabbed Calvin's lips, and the screaming finally stopped.
Calvin opened his eyes, and looked around.
They were in a giant workshop.
Calvin leaped up.
"We did it, Hobbes!" he yelled. "We made it to the Santa's workshop!"
Just then, a small elf walked past.
He stopped, and stared at Calvin.
The elf was wearing a red and green outfit. He looked not that much different from a kid, except he had pointy ears.
"Who are you!" he demanded in a squeaky voice.
Calvin blinked.
"I'm uhhh... I'm... uhh... Zippy?"
"What are you doing back here?" The elf asked.
"Nothing." Calvin replied.
"Who's he?" The elf asked, pointing at Hobbes.
"You know, I'd love to stay and play twenty questions, elfy." Calvin said. "But I gotta go."
Calvin led Hobbes away.
The elf scratched his chin in suspicion, then walked off.
"That was close." Calvin sighed.
"Why don't you want people to know you're here?" Hobbes asked.
"Hey look!" Calvin yelled suddenly. "It's the "filing room"!"
Hobbes stared at it.
"What's that?" He asked.
"It's where the files for the kids go! Let's go look!"
Before Hobbes could stop him, Calvin burst into the room.
Calvin immediately went for the "C" drawer, and started filing through names.
"Let's see, Chuckie, Camcorder man, Charlie Brown! I'm not here!"
Meanwhile, Hobbes had found his record and was reading through it.
Hobbes the tiger
Bengal Tiger
age: unknown
"Hey Calvin!" Hobbes called. "Look."
Calvin leaned over and looked at Hobbes' file.
"I'm clean! Look, I've done no bad things this year!" Hobbes said proudly.
"Can't say much for your precious buddy." Calvin said, holding up a folder. "I've just gone through Socrates' folder. He's done three hundred forty thousand and two bad things this year!"
"Where's your folder?" Hobbes asked, putting his file back into the "H" drawer.
"I can't seem to find it." Calvin said, stuffing Socrates' folder back into the "S" drawer. "It's not even in the Naughty Drawer."
"That's weird."
"WHAT?"
"Nothing."
Just then, Hobbes spotted another door.
"Could it be because you have your own room?" Hobbes asked.
Calvin turned around.
The door had the word "CALVIN" written on it.
"Wow!" Calvin grinned. "I have my own room!"
"How lucky are you?" Hobbes asked, rolling his eyes.
Calvin ran in, and saw that the room was as long as a cruise ship.
Bookcases ran along the walls, each of them stuffed with folders each marked Calvin.
Calvin ran farther into the room and picked up a folder.
Calvin
Age: 6
Hobbes walked up to Calvin.
"How many bad things did you say Socrates did this year?"
"three hundred forty thousand and two" Calvin replied.
"And how many bad things have you done this year?" Hobbes asked.
"Nine hundred ninety-nine trillion, nine hundred ninety-nine billion, nine hundred ninety-nine million, nine hundred ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred ninety-nine." Calvin replied, grumpily.
" Uh-huh."
Calvin crammed the folder back into the bookcase, as Hobbes picked up another.
"Bad thing number 73,406." Hobbes read. "Bringing TV to life, and destroying half the block."
"I don't even remember if that even happened this year!" Calvin yelled.
"It happened just two or three of weeks after Thanksgiving." Hobbes said.
Hobbes flipped through the file, then came to Calvin's latest deed.
"999,999,999,999,999." He read. "forcing innocent tiger friend to take part in lunatic trip to North Pole. Hmmm..."
"GIVE ME THAT!" Calvin screamed, grabbing the folder away from Hobbes and stuffing it back into the bookcase.
Calvin and Hobbes then continued their exploration of Santa's workshop.
They walked into a circular room filled with doors.
"Wow!" Calvin exclaimed. "All these doors! Leading to a different part of Santa's home! Why isn't my house like this?"
Hobbes looked around.
"Where are we going to go?" He asked.
Calvin looked around.
He spotted a door marked "Loading Dock"
Calvin rushed towards it.
"Come on! I'll bet this is where they load up the goodies!"
Hobbes sighed, and followed Calvin.
They came into a room filled with elves.
Each of them was passing a present to each other, and putting them into a pile which got put into a giant bag at once.
Calvin and Hobbes exchanged glances.
"These people sure have they're work cut out for them." Hobbes said.
"HEY!" Yelled a voice.
Calvin and Hobbes spun around.
There were two elves standing next to the door, glaring at Calvin and Hobbes.
"Why aren't you in your uniform?" one of them demanded.
"Yeah!" Squeaked the other. "And what are you doing away from your post?"
"Uh..." Calvin rolled his eyes around. "Well, you see..."
"No time for excuses!" the first elf said, pushing Calvin forward. "Christmas is tomorrow! You need to get working!"
"Oh yeah?" Calvin growled.
"Yeah!" both said at once. "Who are you anyway!"
"Oh..." Calvin started. "I'm... uh... Zippy?"
"Glad to meet you." One elf said. "I'm Zipper, and that's Zapper."
"Nice." Calvin said.
He turned to Hobbes.
"Alright, Nappy." Calvin said, winking at Hobbes, "We better get to work."
Hobbes sighed and shook his head.
Calvin and Hobbes dressed up in green and red uniforms and started loading presents.
"Alright, Hobbes." Calvin whispered. "When no one's looking, we'll jump onto the conveyer belt, and ride over to Santa's sled."
"Joy." Hobbes replied.
When they were so none of the elves were watching, Calvin and Hobbes leapt onto the belt, and it started to carry them away.
"There's just one thing wrong with this idea, Calvin." Hobbes said.
"What?"
"This belt is meant for gifts and boxes. It's not safe for Huma–"
Hobbes was cut short, when the belt suddenly ended, and Calvin and Hobbes found themselves flying down a winding slide at a speed of seventy miles per hour.
"YAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Calvin and Hobbes screamed, as they fell downward.
The slide went up and down, left and right, north and south, and north eastern west.
So did Calvin and Hobbes.
At last, they both collapsed into a heap of presents.
Calvin opened his eye a crack, and looked around.
He opened the other eye, and grinned.
"Oh Hobbes!" He called. "Look what I found!"
Hobbes opened his eyes and stared around.
"We just landed in Santa's sleigh!"
"Aren't we lucky?" Hobbes muttered. "Now we'll be delivered along with the rest of the presents."
Calvin peeked over the side of the bag and... gulp... it was pretty far down.
"I wasn't aware you could buy bags this big." Calvin said.
He looked over at Hobbes.
"Now what do we do?"
Hobbes peeked over the side of the bag and nearly had a heart attack.
"Alright." Calvin said. "We'll slide off the side."
"Wonderous." Hobbes said.
Calvin put his first leg over the side of the bag, then the other, then slid down.
Hobbes followed.
They landed right in the front end of the sled.
Calvin looked around.
The reindeer were staring at him.
A wide devilish grin spread across Calvin's face.
"You've got to be kidding me." Hobbes sighed, covering his eyes, and sinking into the seat.
Meanwhile, Zipper and Zapper were staring at the monitor.
They spotted Calvin and Hobbes on one of them.
"HEY!" Zapper exclaimed. "What are they doing!"
"Come on!" Zipper yelled, running out of the room.
"On Comet, and Dixie, and Rudolph!" Calvin yelled. "On Dopey! On Sneezy! On Happy! And you! And someone else! Darn I can't remember their names."
"Good let's go." Hobbes said.
"But wait, Hobbes! This is the ultimate good deed! I can give Santa a year off today!"
"Yeah, but you can't even run a sled without these ungulates on them." Hobbes said. "Sure the sled is flying half the time, but still..."
"HEY WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" Yelled Zipper's voice.
"Whoops!" Calvin yelled as Zipper and Zapper approached the sled.
"On Richard Nixon! On Benjamin Franklin! On Jim Carrey, and Dr Phil! On Opera! On Andrew Jackson! On Batman, and Bill Watterson! AAAA!"
Just as Zipper and Zapper were about to climb on, Hobbes yelled, "Now Dasher! Now Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen! On Comet! On Cupid! On Donder and Blitzen!"
ZOOM!
"YAAAAAH!" Calvin and Hobbes screamed, as the reindeer took off with a blast.
"Well!" Calvin grinned, "at least we got away from those two."
"HEY!" Yelled a voice.
"Oh boy." Calvin sighed.
Calvin and Hobbes spun around, and saw Zipper and Zapper glaring at them.
"Turn this sled around right this minute!" Zipper ordered. "This is Santa's job!"
"Yeah, but I'm giving him the day off." Calvin said.
"Hey wait a minute!" Said Zapper.
He studied Calvin.
"You're not an elf!" he declared. "You're that Noodle Incident kid!"
"That wasn't me!" Calvin snarled. "I wouldn't do anything like that! I'M INNOCENT!"
"Sorry to cut off your conversation, because I know it must be very thrilling," Hobbes said. "But WE'RE ABOUT TO RUN INTO THAT CLIFF!"
Calvin gasped, whirled around, and jerked the wheel to left.
The deer missed it.
"Turn the sled around, now!" Zipper ordered. "You're going straight onto the Naughty list for this one!"
"He already is." Hobbes said.
"You know he's got a point there." Zapper said.
Calvin grinned, as he looked ahead.
"Hey, I think I'm starting to get the hang of this thing!" He grinned.
Just then, Zipper and Zapper's watches started beeping.
"Oh no!" Zipper said. "We're late!"
"Santa's suppose to take off, right now!" Zapper growled. "And here we are, playing with the kid!"
"Alright!" Calvin yelled. "Take the controls!"
Calvin offered Zipper the wheel.
The elves stared at it.
"Ya know, we never have drove this thing." Zipper said.
"Yeah, let's just go with you doing it." Zapper said.
"Very well." Calvin turned back to the controls.
Zipper looked at Zapper. And Zapper looked at Zipper.
"Christmas is doomed." He said.
"One might think so." Calvin said. "But it's not."
"It's one o'clock in the morning, Calvin." Hobbes said. "And you're still rocketing around Africa."
"Hobbes, we have nothing but time!" Calvin said. "Have you forgotten that I am a brilliant mastermind?"
Calvin rooted through his pocket, and took out a small yellow device with a red button on it.
"Well, Christmas was nice while it existed." Hobbes sighed.
Calvin hit the red button.
BEEE-OOM!
Red energy traveled out from the Time Pauser, consumed Calvin, then the sled, then Zipper, Zapper, and Hobbes, then the reindeer.
There was a moment of tense silences the reindeer started moving in slow motion for a few seconds, then started going fast, again.
"What just happened?" Zipper asked.
"Well, either Calvin's device already killed us, or we just fell into the No-time dimension." Hobbes said.
"Alright!" Calvin said. "Now we can take our sweet time in doing this, and get everything done before the next second comes! Gimme the list so I can check it twice!"
Zipper sighed, and Zapper shook his head. They had no choice.
"The list is in the sled." Zipper said. "The reindeer will know what do when you call out the kid's name."
"Right." Calvin said, he pushed a button on the sled, and a name came onto the small two by one inch monitor.
"Alfred Leroy." He read out loud.
The deer instantly turned for the United States, and zoomed towards the panhandle of Texas.
Calvin landed the sled and got out.
He looked around, then looked down at the chimney.
"This thing is a pipe, not a chimney!" Calvin yelled. "How on Earth am I going to get down there!"
Zipper slapped his forehead.
"I knew it!" he said. "I knew it! He couldn't do it! Christmas is canceled!"
"Oh yeah!" Calvin snarled. "Are you forgetting to who or whom you're speaking?"
"Now you did it." Hobbes said to Zipper.
"Spaceman Spiff studies the entrance to alien's secret hideout!" Calvin thought switching to Spaceman Spiff. "our hero devises a brilliant plan!"
Spiff took the presents for Alfred, and set them around the chimney.
"Spiff throws the first bomb down the hatch!"
Spiff grabbed a small device from his pocket, and zapped all the gifts shrinking them to size. Then he popped them down the chimney, and manipulated the house long enough, until all the presents were their normal size, again, and were in the livingroom. How did he do this without entering the home? I have no idea.
For the next three million houses, Calvin and Hobbes did this.
Calvin went down the chimney for houses that would let him down, but otherwise, they just threw the gifts down.
Everything was going just right.
Until...
Calvin was riding along the Asian coast.
He had just delivered more gifts to some person in Japan.
"Well, We did it." Calvin said. "We only have three hundred more people to do."
"Uh-huh." Hobbes said.
"And the best part is, we have all the time in the world!"
Calvin tapped on the Time Pauser.
Just then, he noticed something.
Calvin picked up the Time Pauser and studied it.
The label on the TP, was "Time on, LOW BATTERIES".
Calvin's head turned to the three staring at him, slowly.
"How long has Time been un-pasued?" Calvin asked, slowly.
Zipper gasped, and pointed at the clock on the sled.
Calvin's head shot around.
7:27AM
"OH NO!" Calvin gasped. "Everybody will be getting up soon! We need to hurry!"
Calvin started screaming at the reindeer to go faster.
They blasted off.
Calvin started throwing presets off, tossing them into the chimneys, and blasting along the side of the world.
After ten minutes, they had finished up.
They started to relax.
"Fewh." Calvin sighed. "What a close call."
Suddenly his eyes bulged.
"Oh no!" He yelled. "I haven't done my neighborhood yet!"
Calvin spun around to the reindeer.
"CALVIN!" he called to them. "CALVIN! CALVIN! CALVIN! CALVIN! CALVIN! Why aren't they going to my house?"
"7:30 is when we head home." Zipper said. "You're too late."
"WHAT!" Calvin screamed. "NO!"
The reindeer flew back to the North Pole, but Calvin wasn't as enthusiastic as he was when they left.
The sled landed, and Calvin trudged off, and slumped back to the box.
Hobbes followed.
Zipper and Zapper exchanged sympathetic glances for Calvin, then Zipper picked up a small walkie talki.
Calvin tripped over the box, then got in.
Hobbes followed.
The trip back home was silent.
Hobbes looked down at Calvin.
"Well, at least, we got everybody else done." He said, hopefully.
"I just ruined Christmas for everybody in my town." Calvin whispered.
The rest of the trip was silent.
Calvin landed the box in his room, and walked down the stairs.
As you might have guessed, there was nothing waiting for them, except the tree, and few presents under it.
Calvin sat down at the couch, and started staring off into space.
Hobbes sat down next to him, and patted him on the back.
There was a long moment of silence.
"I'm going to bed." Calvin said.
He got up, off the couch, and started towards the stairs.
Hobbes watched Calvin go up the stairs.
He sighed, and stared towards the soot filled fireplace.
Suddenly, some ash started falling down the chimney
Hobbes' eyes popped open, and he stared at the chimney.
Some black boots suddenly appeared in the fireplace.
Hobbes gasped.
"Calvin!" Hobbes yelled. "OH CALVIN! You might wanna come down here!"
Calvin's head shot out of the bedroom, and stared at Hobbes.
His eyes moved from Hobbes and went towards the fireplace
Calvin gasped.
He zoomed down the stairs, and rushed up to Santa Clause. Who was carrying a big red bag on his shoulder.
"Hey!" he yelled. "You're... Sa-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-gasp! Sa-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-gasp! Sa-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-gasp! Sa-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-gasp!"
Santa and Hobbes exchanged glances.
"Sa-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-gasp! Sa-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-gasp! Sa-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-... TA."
Calvin fell over backwards.
Santa leaned over, and looked down at Calvin.
"Calvin?" he asked.
Calvin's eyes drifted open.
He stared at Santa.
"Sa-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-!"
"Please don't do that again." Hobbes said.
Calvin leaped up, and hugged Santa.
"Oh Santa! You came!" Calvin cheered. "I can't believe you did! But ya did! THANK YOU!"
Santa smiled, and patted Calvin on the shoulder.
"Calvin." he said. "You the kind of the boy who tries to be good, but slips."
Calvin looked up.
"Uh... yes."
"I've ran into kids like that, before."
"You have?" Calvin asked, surprised.
"Why, of corse!" Santa smiled. "You're not the only naughty/good child I've seen."
He patted Calvin on the head.
"You have good intentions, Calvin." He said. "And that's good. In my opnion."
He reached into his bag.
"Now, go to bed, both of you." Santa said. "I'll do my work when you're in bed."
Calvin and Hobbes exchanged glances, then bolted up the stairs, and into bed.
Calvin yawned and pulled the covers over his head.
He was sleepy.
His eyes slowly shut, then he fell asleep.
When he woke up, he saw that it was eleven o'clock in the morning.
He and Hobbes had slept in.
"HOBBES WAKE UP!" Calvin yelled. "CHRISTMAS IS HERE!"
Hobbes' eyes drifted open.
"Wow." He said. "I just has the strangest dream that..."
"NO TIME! PRESENTS!" Calvin screamed.
Hobbes shot out of bed, and the two bolted down the stairs.
Mom and Dad were sitting in their chairs, grinning at Calvin.
"You slept in, Calvin." Dad said. "That's not like you to do that on Christmas."
"Yeah." Mom said. "Usually, you would've woke us up about six hours ago."
Calvin's eyes widened.
There were hundreds of things sitting on the floor next to the Christmas tree.
Comic books, audio tapes, Dad had even broken down finally, and gotten the family a VCR. (Much to the disappointment of Calvin who thought it was DVD player)
Mom set up one of the Christmas tapes she had, and a beautiful Christmas song started playing.
Christmas is here.
Mistletoe and laughter.
Carols and bells,
ringing to the rafter
Lights on the tree.
Candles all a glow.
And all who pass by say hello.
While the music played, Calvin walked up to Hobbes and said, nervously, "Hobbes, I forgot to get you a gift this year."
Hobbes grinned. "That's Ok. Tigers are naturally gifted to begin with."
Calvin leaned over and hugged Hobbes, lovingly.
"Here's a last minute present. I hope you like it."
Hobbes smiled, and hugged Calvin back.
"The best presents don't come in boxes." He said. "I'll treasure this one, forever."
"Merry Christmas, old friend." Calvin said.
"Merry Christmas, Calvin." Hobbes smiled.
The camera zoomed out of Calvin's house. Snow was falling all around, and sounds of Christmas carols fill the air.
And Calvin had never been happier in his life.
The End
Happy Holidays to everyone on Fanfiction.
Voice work:
Pamela Segal: Calvin/Spaceman Spiff
Tom Hanks: Hobbes/first elf
Ryan Stiles: Zapper the elf
Bill Murray: Dad/Santa Claus/Winslow the Monster
Jennifer Love Hewitt: Mom
Elisabeth Daily: Moe
Tom Kenny: Maurice the Monster/ Zipper the elf
Dee Bradley Baker: Miscellaneous voice work
Christmas is Here can be found in A GARFIELD CHRISTMAS TV special
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