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"Calvin would you take the trash out, please?" Mom asked.

Calvin had just finished cleaning all the mustard off him, and he was in a very bad mood.

"Why should I do that!" Calvin demanded, angrily. "What's in it for me?"

"We will clothe, shelter, and educate you throughout your entire youth!" Mom spat.

Calvin blinked.

Then he grumpily grabbed the trash, and carried it out of the house.

Do you know whom he met outside?

Mr. Prankster.

"What do you want, cat?" Calvin growled.

"Nothing."

"What's behind your back!" Calvin screamed. "SHOW ME!"

Socrates showed Calvin his empty paws.

Calvin glared at Socrates as he walked over to the trash barrel.

He threw it in, and continued to glare on him.

"I'll have you know I have my Time Pauser in my pocket." Calvin warned. "One wrong move, and you'll wake up very confused, in Lybia!"

Socrates grinned, and held his paws up.

"I'm clean, Calvin. I can't possibly prank you."

"Don't give me that!" Calvin snarled. "You're a twisted feline!"

Socrates grinned. "Why thank you, Calvin."

Calvin continued.

"Your warped mind is constantly trying to con something!"

"Uh-huh."

Calvin narrowed his eyes.

"I'm watching you, Kitty!" He growled. "Don't move a muscle!"

"Trust me, Calvin."

Calvin laughed,

"TRUST YOU! How dare you say the word! When you're a con, Socrates, nobody can trust yo—"

Suddenly, the ground underneath Calvin gave way.

"YAAAAAAAH!"

Calvin zoomed down a winding tunnel that zigzagged, went up down, and west.

Then the tunnel jerked upward, and Calvin shot out of the Earth, and landed face first next to Socrates' feet.

"I didn't move." Socrates said, simply, walking off.

Calvin's head shot out of the ground.

His eyes were bulging, and his teeth were clenched.

He pried himself out of the dirt, then spun around.

Socrates wasn't behind him.

His eyes narrowed to slits.

He had had enough of the pranks. And now he was out for revenge.

However, Calvin had tried to have revenge on Socrates before. And it always resulted in him getting pranked, again.

So, Calvin would have to take advice from the only one who knew Socrates up and down.

Hobbes was asleep in the window in the heat of the sun.

Calvin marched up to him.

He addressed him in the calmest way he could possibly do at the moment.

"GET UP YOU FURBALL, WE NEED TO TALK!"

Hobbes leaped into the air, and screamed.

"YIKES!"

He landed on his feet, predictably, and turned to Calvin.

"CALVIN! What are you doing!"

Calvin cut to the chase.

"Hobbes! We have to have a little discussion about your precious friend."

"Oops."

"Exactly." Calvin replied. "I need you to tell me how to get Socrates in the position he's constantly putting me in!"

Hobbes rolled his eyes around.

"Well, Calvin, uh, I can't tell you that."

"Tell me!" Calvin warned.

"Don't you threaten me!" Hobbes snarled.

Calvin relaxed his scowl.

"Hobbes, tell you what, if you give me the information I need, I'll give you some tuna fish." He said, calmly.

Hobbes crossed his arms.

"Sorry, Calvin, I can't tell you that information, for one can of tuna"

Calvin held up a can of tuna.

He placed it on the floor, and pulled a small unsharpened pencil out of his pocket.

He held the flat lead end above the tuna, and pushed the eraser on the top.

A small bolt of electricity shot out of the end of the pencil, and hit the can.

With a small BONIK, another can appeared.

Hobbes watched Calvin.

Calvin pushed the button again.

This time, four cans appeared.

Calvin pushed the button a third time, and eight cans appeared.

Calvin looked up at Hobbes.

"I that enough?" he asked. "Or shall be aim for two digit numbers?"

Hobbes blinked.

"Alright." he said. "Give me the tuna, and I'll tell you."

"Tell me, and I'll give you the tuna!" Calvin snarled. "I'm running on anger, here, Hobbes."

Hobbes' lip twitched.

"Very well." he said. "You have to find a way to make him mad. When he gets mad, he won't even try to hold it in."

"GREAT! You've helped me tremendously, old buddy! And there might even be a reward from GROSS For this!"

"Really? When?" Hobbes asked, sliding the tuna towards him.

"Later. And do you know what else?"

"Nope."

"I'm going to go have my revenge on that cat! Who does he think he is?"

"Dunno."

"He's a creep, Hobbes! And now, I will ram his face into the dirt of life!"

Calvin winked.

"If you know what I mean."

Hobbes stared at Calvin.

"There's something wrong with your eye."

"What?"

"I said, THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG WITH YOUR EYE!"

"Don't yell at me! There's nothing wrong with my ears!"

"Yeah, It's your eyes."

"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!"

"I saw your eye twitch!"

Calvin went nose to nose with Hobbes.

"I was winking, you brick. To let you know that I was letting you in on a secret. But I know I was wasting my time. I'm sorry I bothered."

"That's OK, you couldn't help it."

"Thanks."

"Your welcome. And I hope it gets better."

"You hope what gets better?"

"Your eye."

"Hobbes!"

"Yes?"

"Shush!"

"Ok."

"When I return, Socrates will be no more."

Calvin's first stop was his bedroom. To see if Socrates waslaying in his bed.

Much to Calvin's disappointment, he wasn't.

So, Calvin went back outside to check his usual loafing spots. The main one being right next to the door of the house. Where he sat in the shade, and waited for an opportunity to prank someone.

Calvin didn't see him on the front step, and he was about to check the tree house, when he heard a voice that caused him to freeze.

"Hmmm, hello, Calvin. Are you having a good day?"

Heh, heh, heh. Kitty, Kitty had just set himself up for a rude surprise.

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