It doesn't get much better than this.
Summary: Bo is six years old and life just doesn't get much better than that. A collection of stories from the childhood of Bo and Luke featuring the sentence, It doesn't get much better than this.
Disclaimer: I don't own either The Dukes of Hazzard or Calvin and Hobbes, if I where enough of a genius to invent either of these things, I wouldn't be writing stories which use other people's characters and ideas, now would I? And just so you know, no I'm not making any money out of this, and I don't intend to start doing it either.
Author's note: these are stories from the childhood of Bo and Luke which are loosely based on the wonderful Calvin and Hobbes cartoons by Bill Watterson from the Calvin and Hobbes album 'It doesn't get much better than this'. Starring Bo as the six year old Calvin and Luke taking on the parts of either Hobbes the tiger or one of Calvin's parents.
My first language is actually not English so be kind to any mistakes I might have made. Don't hesitate to correct them, I live to learn.
Water Balloons
It was a summers day in Hazzard. Bo had gotten water balloons from a visiting aunt. He had filled up a bunch of them and put them in the cart uncle Jesse had made for him. Right now he was pulling them along in search of his first victim.
Bo spotted uncle Jesse fixing a loose floorboard on the porch. Bo picked up a balloon, took aim and threw. The balloon soared through the air, hit its mark and exploded. Bo whooped with joy, uncle Jesse, on the other hand, growled.
Bo suddenly looked shocked. "Wait, uncle Jesse, wasn't it... refreshing?"
"Bo!" Uncle Jesse yelled, but Bo had already started running, cart in tow.
Bo was catching his breath behind the barn, he could still hear uncle Jesse calling his name. "I gotta work on my sales technique." Bo mumbled.
He peeked around the corner and saw uncle Jesse head into the house to change his soaked clothes. A few seconds later Daisy came outside to play with her dolls.
Bo took his cart and prepared for his next victim. Daisy's attention was fixed on her dolls and Bo had no problem getting close. Once again he picked a balloon, took aim and threw. The balloon hit its mark, right in the back of Daisy's neck. Bo cheered, Daisy gasped.
"Aah my eye! Where's my eye!" Daisy clasped her hands over her left eye.
Your eye? Daisy what's the matter?" Bo asked in shock.
"Bo, the force of the blow caused my eye to fall out, please find it!" Daisy said panicky.
Shocked Bo dropped to his knees and started looking frantically. "I'm sorry Daisy, I didn't know that could happen, don't worry, I'll find it." While Bo rambled on Daisy snuck over to Bo's cart.
"Do you know where it rolled to Daisy?" Bo asked.
"Oh just about..."
'SPLAT!'
"...There!" Daisy screamed as she tossed three water balloons in rapid succession at Bo. Then she gathered up her dolls and left in a huff.
Luke walked over to Bo from watching the whole thing from the door. "Watcha doing?"
Bo looked wet and miserable. "My eye fell out, help me look will ya?"
Luke eyed the last remaining water balloon in the cart, slowly he picked it up. "Say Bo, seeing as you're already wet..."
Bo had already started running, but Luke's aim was good.
'SPLAT!'
Bo fell forward and as he lay on the muddy ground he grumbled. "Boy, it doesn't get much better than this."
Right at that moment uncle Jesse boomed. "Bo Duke, you are in a lot of trouble!"
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