Disclaimer: I don't own Calvin and Hobbes.
Review: Here you go.
Freedom of the Press
Hobbes emerged from the coats, seeing Ronald kneeling in front of something glowing red. As his eyes got used to the light, he was amazed at what he saw.
Suddenly, Ronald turned around. Before Hobbes could react, he was picked up and hoisted onto a tiny chair.
He tried to scream, and he seemed to be glued to the chair. No one could hear.
His walkie-talkie was still near the coats.
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Calvin finally decided to go in and see what was wrong.
"That lousy tiger is so stupid…" Calvin thought.
Calvin grabbed the equipment and headed toward the rope hanging from the window. As he climbed up, he still couldn't figure out why Hobbes wasn't responding.
"He's probably in a huff. That stupid tiger…"
Calvin went into the closet stealthily. As he parted the coats in front of him, he saw what was making the red glow.
Ronald was kissing a picture of Susie. A giant shrine dedicated to Susie; plastered with pictures of her, red burning candles with painted hearts, a gray blob with the label Mr. Bun Stuffing…the list goes on and on. Atop it was a book that Calvin could see read Susie Bible. It was open to a page that was labeled Susie's Hair, with little strands of brown hair.
Calvin thought he would puke.
On a little seat on the shrine, Hobbes was sitting. It was labeled Hobbes, Calvin's tiger. Hugged by Susie. What a lucky thing.
Ronald was rambling to himself about how the shrine was "complete" and kneeling, while Calvin snapped pictures and wrote on his note pad, until beckoning to Hobbes.
Hobbes made a motion that meant "I can't move."
Calvin went to the window, got the rope, and went back. Ronald was now praying.
Calvin lassoed Hobbes with the rope and ran.
"Huh?" Ronald said. "Somebody saw me! COME BACK HERE!" He ran after Calvin, who had fallen out of the tree.
"Run!" Calvin yelled to Hobbes.
"Photo-journalism sure is a glamorous job." Hobbes said sarcastically.
"Shut up, Hobbes."