Chapter two

Where were we?

Oh, yes.

Calvin was standing in front of Mr. Spittle's office door.

Once the office door swung open, Calvin threw the bag in the air, releasing noodles in the air, and the noodles landed on Mr. Spittle's bald head.

He turned to look at Calvin.

"Hi, Mr. Spittle." Calvin said, trying to act normal as possible.

"Nice hairdo."

"You…better…run, Calvin." Mr. Spittle said.

Calvin ran away from Mr. Spittle.

Mr. Spittle followed Calvin.

"YOU CAN'T CATCH ME, SPITTLE!" Calvin yelled to Mr. Spittle.

"I surpass you every time! You'll never prosper! You'll never succeed, you'll…"

BAM!

Calvin wasn't watching where he was going, and he slammed his head into a kid's locker.

Calvin shook his head, and turned around to see Mr. Spittle, still covering in noodles, catching up to Calvin.

Calvin got himself up and ran for his life.

He opened the school door.

Yeah, he was outside of school.

Mr. Spittle still followed him.

"You're not supposed to leave the school grounds!" Mr. Spittle said.

"Yeah, well according to my book, I am supposed to leave school, so…PPTTTTTTTTTTTTTTBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB!"

Calvin blew a raspberry at Mr. Spittle. Oh, the chase was still one.

Calvin and Mr. Spittle ran across the street, to a gas station.

Mr. Spittle stopped running at the gas station to catch his breath.

"Man, Mr. Spittle, you're such a jug!" Calvin said, running around the gas station, waiting for Mr. Spittle to chase him.

Mr. Spittle took out a pitcher full of water, got out a cup, and poured water into the cup.

He drank it very fast.

"Aah…" He said.

There was silence.

Finally, He said, "I'M GONNA GET YOU, CALVIN!"

Calvin ran away from Mr. Spittle, and Mr. Spittle is chasing Calvin, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Calvin finally made it home.

He went inside.

His mom wasn't home.

"Thank god!" Calvin said.

"It's 12:45, and Mom always go to the store everyday at 12:45."

He ran inside, ran upstairs to his room.

He saw Hobbes sleeping on Calvin's bed.

"Hobbes!" Hobbes was sleeping, and he didn't hear Calvin.

"Yes, I'd like seconds on tuna. Back up the bulldozer…No, in fact, back up the moving truck..."

"HOBBES!"

Hobbes suddenly got up, still sleeping, and he was staring at Calvin.

"Tuna, is that you?"

"HOBBES!"

"I love you, tuna! I love you more than Calvin!"

"Don't even go there!" Calvin said.

"Your color, your texture, your appeal, the chunky tuna, oh! You would make my day!"

"Hobbes, hello!"

"Let's see, would i like spicy or pepper flavored? I'd go for the spicy kind!"

"Earth to Hobbes! This is astronaut Calvin from Apollo 17! They want you back to Earth!"

"Marry me, tuna, and I'll promise we'll a lot of time together. We'll sleep together, we'll walk together, we'll take baths together, we'll sit at the table together…"

"HOBBES!"

"Oh, tuna, That's what i like about you...covering Calvin in you!"

"Excuse me?"

"You even taste batter in chicken! Let's see...tuna casserole, tuna salad, tuna bean salad..."

"HOBBES, WAKE UP!"

Well, it's about time!

Hobbes jumped up five feet in the air, and landed on the bed.

"Thanks a lot for interfering my dream! You want me to tell you what the dream was about?"

"NO! Now shut up and listen." Calvin said.

"I even wrote a haiku about tuna!" Hobbes said.

"Ready...Ahem!"

"Tuna, oh tuna

tuna, the best in the deep blue sea..."

"I saidI don't want to hear your stupid...ACHOO!" Calvin sneezed.

"It's haiku, Calvin, not achoo." Hobbes said.

"I know what it's called! I think i'm allergic to that paper you're holding! What kind of paper is it?"

"Oh, it's just construction paper covered in pollen." Hobbes said.

"ACHOO! Well, get that thing away from me at all time! ACHOO!"

"What is it do you want to talk to me about?" Hobbes asked.

"Oh, yeah! Just sit down and listen, Hobbes!" Calvin said.

Please R&R! Whew!