Calvin rushed into the kitchen and screamed.

"MOOOOM!! DAAAAAD!!! I'VE DECIDED ON BEHALF OF MYSELF, THAT I'M GOING TO HAVE ICE CREME FOR BREAKFAST!!! SO LIVE WITH IT!!"

He raced over to the freezer, and yanked out the Cookies 'n' Creme, pulled out a spoon, and walked back into the livingroom, gobbling it down out of the jug.

Hobbes watched.

"Come, tiger of this house," Calvin exclaimed. "As we devour frozen dairy products in Mom and Dad's bedroom!"

Hobbes stared at him for a moment.

"Are you sure this is wise? Do you even know when Mom and Dad are coming back?"

"One week." Calvin said. "They will be gone for one week. That will be enough time to cram in all the nothing we need to do."

"Don't you think we should call the canoe shop, that Dad always stops by, to warn them?"

"What and ruin the fun?" Calvin demanded. "Hobbes, this is our big chance! For an entire week we can jump on the beds, throw water balloons at Susie without getting in trouble, and scream curse words in the house!"

Hobbes stared at him.

"Uh huh." He said. "And how many curse words do you know?"

There was a moment of silence.

Calvin's eyes blanked out.

"Well, if the stupid TV didn't put beeps in the way every time someone said one, I'd know tons. But I'm sure we'll think of something."

Calvin started towards the stairs.

"Care to join me in my mission to discover the effects on one's body while bouncing up and down on a bed, and eating ice creme at the same time?"

Hobbes sighed.

"No, I'm just going to go out back, and throw up, if you don't mind."

And with that, Hobbes walked out.

Calvin watched him go.

"Very well, I shall have to begin the mission without you!"

Calvin turned and rushed upstairs with the ice creme.

For the next few hours, Calvin partied like there was no tomorrow.

He jumped on the bed, had races through the house, stood on the table, ate whatever he wanted, watched whatever he wanted, and basically just did what he would do if he was the last person left on the planet.

Hobbes, meanwhile, laid on the floor in the livingroom, using his crayons in a wild cat coloring book.

He rolled his eyes as Calvin flew through the house screaming and throwing toilet paper everywhere.

Soon though, disaster struck.

The fridge became half empty.

Calvin stared at the contents in the fridge.

They were completely out of ice creme, pickles, peanut butter, burgers, hot dogs, and tuna, which Hobbes had been munching on since the beginning of the day.

Calvin tapped his chin in thought.

"Hey, Hobbes!" He yelled.

"What?" Asked Hobbes from another room.

"We're out of some essential food items! And tuna! What should we do?"

"Does this require for me to stand up?" Asked Hobbes.

"Yes, I believe so." Calvin said, his brow furrowing.

"Darn."

There was a moment of silence, then Hobbes came walking into the room, holding a red crayon in one hand, and the coloring book in the other.

"Did you need something?" He asked.

"Hobbes," Calvin began. "I was wondering, do you think we'd be able to pass off a trip to the grocery store for some more food?"

Hobbes stared at him.

"Why? Are we out?"

Calvin glared at him.

"YES, we're out! That's the entire reason I called you in here!"

"Huh."

There was a moment of silence.

"Well?" Calvin asked. "Do you think we could pull it off?"

"Why couldn't we?" Hobbes asked.

"Because... umm, well..." Calvin thought for a moment. "OK, Hobbes, how much money do you have?"

Hobbes shrugged.

"Don't look at me, I'm broke." He said.

"What about that dollar I gave you for tanking my bath, the other day!"

"Spent it on a Heresy's bar." Hobbes replied.

"Huh." Calvin said. "Well, let's see what I have."

Calvin walked up to his bedroom, and returned with his piggy bank.

He popped the cap off, poured the contents out over the table, and rooted through the various coins and occasional dollar bill.

"OK, I have about seventy three dollars and eleven cents."

There a long moment of silence.

Hobbes gave Calvin a long unblinking stare.

Calvin stared back.

"What?"

"Seventy three dollars and eleven cents?" He repeated.

Calvin glared at him.

"OK, maybe it's eleven dollars and seventy three cents, but what's the difference? Come on, let's search the house for more money."

Calvin and Hobbes went through the house, perusing more money.

It took several hours.

But finally, they found enough coins and coupons to bring the total up to twenty four dollars.

"Alright, Hobbes!" Calvin said, slipping his shoes on. "Do you have the list?"

Hobbes yawned.

"Yes, I have it."

He picked a piece of paper off of the table, and read off, "pickles, Cookies 'n' Creme, tuna, peanut butter, hot dogs, ham burgers, ham burger buns, ketchup, mustard, and chocolate chip cookie mix."

"Excellent! Shall we depart?"

"Only if you stop talking like that." Hobbes said.

Calvin rolled his eyes, and he and Hobbes left the house.

"Well, Hobbes," Calvin said, as he stepped out onto the porch. "Any plans for today's agenda?"

"Not exactly." Hobbes said, slowly. "I haven't really gave it much thought."

"I was thinking we could trap my killer bicycle, take it up to Sneer Hill, and push it off the edge!"

"Uh huh." Hobbes said.

"Then we could take my box out to the moon!"

"Sure."

"After that, we could..."

"Calvin are you sure this is the direction to the store?"

Calvin gave Hobbes a glare.

"Yes, Hobbes, I'm sure that this is the direction to the store! What do I look like, an imbecile?"

There was a moment of silence.

"Oh, that was something you wanted me to answer?" Hobbes asked, suddenly.

Calvin glared at him.

"Never mind, I know where I'm going, Hobbes, and you can just keep your smart remarks to yourself, got it?!"

"You're shoe's untied."

"GOT IT!!!"

"Got it."

"Good."

And with that, Calvin turned to start walking away...

And immediately tripped over his loose shoe lace.

"AAAAAAAUGH!!!"

CRASH!!!

There was another moment of silence.

Hobbes looked down at Calvin.

"Calvin? Are you alright? I tried to warn you."

"Shut up." Calvin warned.

"Righto."

Calvin stood up, dusted himself off, tied his shoes, and then continued walking without saying another word to Hobbes.

Guess what happened to them after another five minutes of walking?

They got lost, of course.

And Calvin blamed this on Hobbes for distracting him after they left.

Uh huh.

"Well, Calvin, why don't you just ask for directions?" Hobbes asked, as he and Calvin walked down the sidewalk.

"No." Calvin said. "I'm not stooping to that level."

"Uh huh." Hobbes said. "Well, why don't we turn around, and head back in the right direction?"

"No, because that's the wrong direction." Calvin replied.

Hobbes rolled his eyes.

"Or, we could just continue walking here until we either fall off the planet or till we come to a grocery store."

"Works for me." Calvin said.

Hobbes sighed.

They continued walking.

Several cars whizzed by them.

This went on for another half hour.

By that time it was dark, and almost time for the store to close.

"Are you ready to take my advice, now?" Hobbes asked.

Calvin growled in frustration, and glared at Hobbes.

"Fine, Hobbes, we'll walk the other way! And when we come to a dead end, don't come crying to me!!"

Calvin and Hobbes turned around, and started walking in the other direction.

Soon, they past their house, again, and they were back to where they started.

They kept on walking.

And pretty soon, they ended up in, uh, town, so to speak.

They kept walking.

Soon after that, Hobbes reached his finger out, and shouted, "Hey, Calvin! There's the store! We found it! Are you proud of me?!"

Calvin gave Hobbes an icy glare.

"Oh yes, very proud." He growled.

Calvin and Hobbes walked off towards the store.

But before they past it, they passed a green van, which was parked in an empty driveway.

They paid no notice to it.

Neither did the people in the van.

Which just happened to be a couple of burglers.