Summary: When Sherman is invited to a genius convention, he forces Calvin, Hobbes, Socrates and Andy to come with him.
And now back to Calvin and Hobbes: The Series
Written by Swing123 and Garfieldodie
That's MISTER Sherman to You!
It started out as a regular day in the Andy and Sherman household.
"Andy, would you get the mail, please?" Andy's Dad asked from another room.
Andy looked up from his video game, and stared into the kitchen.
"Sure, Dad," He said, standing up, and pushing 'pause' on the joystick he was using.
Andy walked over to the front door, and opened it.
First thing he saw as he left the house was Socrates running down the street.
He was laughing his head off, and holding his arms out in front of him as he ran.
Socrates disappeared behind a fence corner, and kept running.
Followed soon after Socrates was Calvin.
He was covered in taco sauce and was screaming unkind things to the tiger.
Andy rolled his eyes.
He stepped off his porch, and walked down his walk towards his mailbox.
He opened it up, and picked up the several envelopes and catalogues inside.
He stood at the street corner, and filed through it all.
Then, he turned around, and walked back to the house.
He walked inside, went into the kitchen, and placed the mail on the counter.
Then, he walked back into the living room, picked his joystick back up and sat back down.
Just then, Sherman emerged from his lab.
"Andy, is the mail here?" He asked.
"Yep." Andy said. "It's on the counter."
"Thanks."
Sherman took his goggles off, and walked into the kitchen.
He walked over to the base of the counter.
There, the hamster reached into his pocket, and pulled out a small remote control.
He pushed a button on it.
Suddenly, tiny shoes that Sherman was wearing lit up, and slowly began lifting off the ground.
Sherman twisted a knob on the remote, and rose up to the level of the counter.
There, he hopped onto it, pushed the button, again, and the light in his shoes died.
He walked over to the pile of mail, and began reading the return addresses.
He picked one envelope up, and held it over his head, and continued reading.
This his eyes lit up.
"YES!!" He yelled, pumping his arm to the sky.
Andy looked up. He pushed 'pause' again on his game, stood up, and walked over to Sherman.
"What is it, Shermie?" He asked, walking into the kitchen.
"Andy get this letter, would you please?" Sherman asked, pointing at one of the envelopes under his feet.
Andy reached forward, and pulled it out from under the pile.
He read the return address.
"TGS?" He asked. "What does that stand for?"
"The Genius Society." Sherman said. "It's a club for the gifted, so to speak. They're having a meeting, tonight, and if I'm not mistaken, they're inviting me to come."
Andy opened the envelope, and pulled out a piece of paper.
He unfolded it, and began reading.
"Greetings Mr Sherman J. Hamster," He read. "You have been invited to tonight's meeting for The Genius Society (TGS), if you are to attend, please bring an invention of yours to introduce during the presentation. Refreshments will be provided. Sincerely, The President of the TGS."
"Great!" Sherman said, excitedly. "I have just the invention I can use!"
Sherman hopped down from the counter, and rushed into his laboratory.
Meanwhile, Calvin had given up his chase after Socrates, had cleaned the taco sauce off himself, and was currently working on the main components to his Time Machine.
In other words, he was drawing more buttons on the front panel inside the box.
He was covered in black marker, and he was squinting at the box as he wrote down the labels for the buttons.
Suddenly, Hobbes stepped into the room.
"Hey, Calvin, I got Andy on the phone." He said, holding up a cordless telephone. "He says Sherman's going to a genius convention, and he wants to know if you want to come."
"No." Calvin said, blankly, without any hesitation whatsoever.
"No." Hobbes said holding the phone back up to his ears.
There was a moment of silence.
Hobbes placed his paw on the speaker, and turned back to Calvin.
"He says there'll be refreshments." He said.
"I'm in," Calvin said, stepping out of the Time Machine. "Just as long as..."
"Oh, and Socrates is coming, too," Hobbes said.
Calvin stared at him.
"RRRRRRRRRRRRRGHH!!!!" He screamed, holding his head.
"So why exactly do we have to come?" Calvin demanded, as he, Hobbes and Socrates stood in Andy's living room while Sherman rushed around, trying to get ready.
"Calvin, come on!" Socrates said. "We're going because there will be refreshments!"
Calvin rolled his eyes.
"Seriously, though, Vermin, why did you invite us to this thing?" Hobbes asked.
"Because I still have hope that you can be civilize you people." Sherman said.
There was a moment of silence.
"So... refreshments, then!" Socrates grinned.
Calvin, Hobbes, and Sherman rolled their eyes.
"Well, if those geniuses are going to be showing off inventions I have a few things to introduce." Calvin chuckled, reaching into his pocket.
Sherman looked over at him, nervously as Calvin pulled out his hypercube.
"Let's see, I have my MTM, The Time Pauser, The Scream Horn, heh, that will be a riot, The Mega-Shrinker 5000..."
"Actually, Calvin..." Sherman said, running up to Calvin. "Maybe it would be better if you didn't show them your inventions..."
Calvin scowled.
"Why?" He asked. "These inventions could revolutionize the planet!"
There was a pause.
"Don't let him do it!" Hobbes hissed at Sherman.
"For the love of humanity don't let him do it!!" Socrates added. "By the way, do you know what kind of refreshments will be there? Burgers? Pasta? Mexican?"
Calvin glared at them.
"The point is that this club will only be interested in more... sophisticated inventions." Sherman said, crossing his arms.
"Sophicticated?" Calvin demanded. "What do you mean sophisticated? I could out-invent you, any day!"
"Your inventions are made from CD players, microphones, megaphones and little toys you got at Burger King." Sherman said, crossing his arms.
"Point being?" Calvin asked, raising his eyebrow.
Sherman sighed.
"Hey, if I had access to hunks of metal, and plastic and all that, I could make my inventions look like anything I wanted!" Calvin shouted.
Just then, Andy walked into the living room.
"I'm ready to go. What are you guys arguing about, now?" He demanded.
"Something about the refreshments that are going to be served." Socrates said, turning a grin onto Andy.
"Whatever." Andy said. "Anyway, are you guys ready to go?"
"Yes, I... Andy, I told you to dress up!" Sherman yelled.
"I changed my shirt." Andy said, defensively.
"He's got you there, Sherman." Calvin grinned, turning to him.
Hobbes and Socrates nodded.
Sherman rolled his eyes.
"Fine, whatever. Let's just go." He sighed.
Andy walked over, and picked Sherman up.
Calvin, Hobbes, and Socrates followed Andy to the door.
"REFRESHMENTS!!!" Socrates shouted, suddenly, his arms going to the air.
"SHUT UP!!" Calvin, Hobbes, Andy and Sherman all screamed.
And with that, the five struck out for the library at the end of town, where the meeting was going to be held.
Socrates spent the whole time talking about the refreshments.
Of course.
At last they came to the library.
"OK," Sherman said. "The meeting is at seven thirty sharp. Calvin, what time is it?"
Calvin checked his watch.
"Seven thirty-one." He said, dully.
There was a pause.
"That figures." Sherman sighed.
They walked inside.
"Ah, I can smell the refreshments already!" Socrates sighed.
"Socrates," Hobbes began, irritably.
"Wait!" Socrates yelled, holding a hand out. "I think I can identify the foods! I picking up some deviled eggs, a strawberry cheese cake, some pasta... sniff, sniff, Yes, definitely some pasta! And.."
"Would you please shut up, now?" Calvin demanded.
"Well excuse me!" Socrates sniffed, crossing his arms.
Andy walked into a small meeting room.
They were at the bottom floor, you see, so there weren't any books. They were upstairs.
Andy and Sherman looked around the room.
"Huh." Sherman said, blankly.
Apparently, Sherman had not been the only genius animal invited to the meeting.
There were several other hamsters on some of the desks, some bird cages holding various parrots and cockatoos, a few dogs were sitting at some of the desks, wearing glasses, as well as some house cats, a boy with a small stuffed lion, and a few people.
Calvin, Hobbes, and Socrates walked inside, and stared into the room.
"Pumping intellect into animals must be a popular sport at the universities, now." Socrates commented.
Hobbes' eyes fell onto the lion, which was standing next to the small boy.
The boy had messy brown hair, was wearing glasses, and holding a clipboard. He was apparently the genius.
The lion was standing on his hind legs, looking around with a smug expression on his face. His arms were crossed, and he grinning at the other people and animals as if he was their ruler or something.
"Oh boy, one of those." Hobbes sighed. "The so called 'Kings of the Jungle'."
"They really have let that title go to their heads." Socrates nodded. "Now then, where's the refreshments?"
"Look," Sherman said, turning a glare onto Calvin, Hobbes, Socrates and Andy. "Would you all please just settle down and try to act half way civilized? If I make a good enough impression they might let me into the club."
"What?" Hobbes asked, turning to Sherman. "Oh, yeah, sure. Whatever. I'm going to have a little chat with the king over there."
"Hobbes, don't pick fights with any lions." Calvin said, rooting through his hypercube.
"Watch me," Hobbes said, marching over to the lion.
"He's really got something against those guys, doesn't he?" Socrates asked.
"Yeah, he claims that a bunch of lions kicked him out of some Big Cats club."
"Uh huh. HEY! Refreshments!" Socrates rushed off to a table a few feet away.
"Hello," Hobbes said, walking up to the lion. "My name is Hobbes, have we ever met before?"
The lion turned and stared at him.
"Ah," He said, raising his eyebrows. "You're a tiger?"
"Yes, last time I checked." Hobbes said.
"The lower breed, I see." The lion nodded.
Hobbes' eyes narrowed.
And the game is on. He thought to himself.
Andy casually walked around the room, nodding at people and animals and looking casual. He grinned when he saw someone carrying drinks around on a tray.
A man walked up to him as well.
"I'll have a chardonnay," he said, taking a glass off the tray.
"And I'll have a Hawaiian Punch," Andy said.
The man with the tray nodded and disappeared.
The man in the suit looked down at Andy.
"Don't believe we've met. I'm Edgar Sinclair," he said, shaking Andy's hand.
"Don't believe we've yet met Edgar Allen Poe," Andy replied, casually. "But I'm Andy."
Edgar looked at Andy unsurely.
"What do you do, Mr Andrew?" he asked.
Andy, trying to mock the guy's sophisticated voice, replied, "Video games, Mr Sinclair."
"Ah, I've always thought that if I didn't go into business, I'd go into computer programming," Edgar said.
"Yes, and if you had wheels, you'd be a bus," Andy replied.
"Actually, I happen to own several bus lines."
"Really? Then all you need now is a chassis!"
And they both laughed that sophisticated laugh.
"You know, you're a stitch. Maybe you should come by the club. We'd like to give you a kick."
"May I kick back?" Andy replied.
They both laughed again.
Calvin and Socrates were standing at the refreshments table.
Calvin was rooting through his hypercube and Socrates was eating.
"So, Sherman doesn't think my inventions are sophisticated enough, does he?" he snorted.
"Uh-huh. What is this?" Socrates asked, showing something to him.
Calvin glanced at it.
"It's caviar," he said.
Socrates ate it.
"Well, I'll show that stuck-up gerbil who's more of a genius!"
"That's nice, and this?" Socrates said, showing him something else.
"Squid."
Socrates ate it.
"It's quality that counts in any good invention!" Calvin continued.
"Lovely and this?" Socrates asked.
"Cocktail Wiener."
"Ah, now I've seen these before. They should be bigger!" Socrates said, plopping it in his mouth.
"Socrates, will you give it a rest?!" Calvin ordered. "We're supposed to hobnobbing with these people!"
Socrates thought for a moment.
"Well, I'm okay hob-wise," he said. "It's the nob-part I don't get."
Calvin sighed.
Just then, a duck wearing a tie waddled up.
"Hello," he said.
Calvin looked down at him.
"Hi," he said, and he resumed looking through his hypercube.
"I see you have a hypercube as well," the duck said.
"Yeah. I'm just looking for the really good inventions," Calvin replied, not really caring.
"Interesting. Who are you here with?"
"Oh, I'm with the hamster."
"Uh-huh."
The duck waddled away.
Calvin rolled his eyes and began to search some more.
Meanwhile, Hobbes and the lion, whose name was Caesar, were in a heated debate.
"Oh please!" Hobbes snorted. "That whole fire thing is fake! The Disney Corporation discriminates tigers!"
"Yes, and they clearly adore us," Caesar retorted. "They made three Lion King Movies!"
"Bah! That proves only one thing!"
"And what, pray tell, is that?"
"That a lion can't be brought up without the assistance of a meerkat and a warthog!"
Socrates continued stand at the table with a glass of water. Right now, he was stirring it full of sugar.
A man in a tux was standing next to him.
"You know, if you put enough sugar in this stuff, it tastes just like ginger," Socrates said.
He wasn't really noticed.
Socrates shrugged and gulped down the sugary water.
Sherman was talking to a boy and a dog.
"As you can see," he said, holding up a small machine, "it has the ability to determine the mood frequencies from anyone's parents when they sense they are in trouble."
The boy and the dog stared at him, confused.
Sherman sighed.
"I live with an eight-year-old boy," he explained.
"Ah," said the boy. "Quite interesting."
"Indeed. Quite," said the dog, nodding his head.
Sherman smiled and walked away.
"Ick," the dog muttered. "He reeks of desperation."
Calvin finally pulled out his Transmogrifier Gun.
"Here we go!" he said triumphantly. "I was wondering where this was."
Then he turned to a bowl of shrimp.
BRZAP!
Everyone whipped around.
Calvin had turned the bowl of shrimp into a bowl of Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs.
Calvin ate for a while before he noticed their stares.
"What?" he asked. "I'm six! What do you want?"
A cat approached him.
"Excuse me, but what form of technology do you use for your transmogrification?" she asked.
Calvin was delighted at the prospect of showing off.
"Oh, I use telepathy," he replied.
"Really?" the cat asked. She sounded impressed. "How did you achieve it?"
Calvin paused.
"I just…programmed it into the gun, and there we go," he said at last.
The cat was really impressed now.
"Fascinating," she said.
"Yes, it was no real attempt on my part. I just wanted it, and in it went!"
"This is interesting," she said.
"What is?" a man asked.
"This boy has achieved a telepathically-powered gun that changes the molecular structure of an object," the cat said.
Calvin stared for a while.
"Uh, I just call it a Transmogrifier Gun," he said casually.
Andy was walking around the room, trying to act smooth. He found Sherman over by the books.
"Hey, Shermie, baby! How ya been?" Andy said, winking at him.
Sherman grumbled.
"So far, things haven't been going very well," he said. "How're the others doing?"
"Well, last I saw, Hobbes was getting into a fight with a lion, Socrates was making a pig of himself, and Calvin was looking for an invention to show off," Andy replied, looking around.
Sherman sighed.
"They would do this," he grunted. "They're doing this deliberately."
"Oh, relax, Shermie," Andy replied, sipping his Hawaiian Punch. "Calvin, Hobbes and Socrates wouldn't deliberately try to embarrass you!"
Sherman glared at him.
Andy rethought his statement.
"Calvin wouldn't deliberately try to embarrass you," he said.
Sherman nodded and looked around.
"Well, just as long as he keeps quiet, I'm sure this should go alright."
Just then, a duck flew in low.
"Have you seen it?" he asked.
"Seen what?" Sherman asked.
"There's a boy with a water pistol changing things into other things!"
The duck flew away excitedly.
"Oh no," Sherman moaned.
"Cheers," Andy replied, downing his drink.
"So just because you've got this big thing of hair around your head, you naturally assume it gives you 'authority'?" Hobbes demanded.
"As such, and it's called a mane, you cretin," Caesar retorted.
"No, it's called a sideways Mohawk! All it means you're a reject from some '80s punk band!"
"Well, at least I have a sense of style!"
"Oh, please! You've just got that plain old yellow fur! It lacks the style my strips give me, and you clearly lack panache!"
"You clearly lack brains!"
"Bah! That was a cheap shot, and it missed as well!"
Socrates was rooting through Calvin's hypercube until he found a really long straw.
Then he glanced over at someone who was drinking some punch.
Grinning mischievously, Socrates managed to dip the straw into the glass without anyone noticing.
SLURP!
He gulped the whole thing down in one swallow.
"Ah, cherry," he said, taking the straw back.
Then he tossed the straw aside and picked up the whole bowl of punch and began to slurp it down.
Andy was carrying Sherman over towards Calvin, who was surrounded by a group of people.
"What's he doing?" Sherman grumbled.
"And now, ladies and gentlemen," Calvin said proudly, holding up the MTM, "I shall reverse this milk's age all the way back before it expired…five months ago!"
Everyone oohed.
Then Calvin looked confused.
"Just checking, but why would anyone keep milk that long?" he asked.
Shrugging it off, Calvin pressed a button on the MTM.
BRZAP!
Calvin began to rewind the milk backwards.
Immediately, the terrible smell began to disappear, and the milk began to become a liquid again.
After a few seconds, Calvin hit STOP and presented the milk carton to someone in the crowd.
The cat took it and drunk from it.
"Ooh, it works," she said.
Everyone clapped.
Sherman stared.
"Huh, what do you know?" Andy commented. "He seems to be doing alright for himself."
Sherman scowled.
"Oh, that figures!" he complained. "I've been working my butt off for these people, and he whips out a CD player and a water pistol and wows them all! Typical!"
Sherman angrily scurried away.
Calvin waved at all the clapping people, but then he saw Sherman out of the corner of his eye.
Worried, Calvin quickly packed up his things and hastily said, "Uh, I'll be right back. I've gotta do something." And with that, he made an exit from the crowd.
Calvin approached Andy.
"What's wrong with Sherman?" he asked.
"He's just disappointed because you're doing a better job than he is," Andy said. "I'm gonna go talk to him."
"No, why don't I try," said Calvin. "I know it's not like me, but it's just my love of animals that gets me going on things like this."
Andy simply nodded and went to try the refreshments.
When he got there, he saw Socrates had found the plates and was currently recreating the food pyramid with whatever food he could find.
"Hey, Socrates, how're you doing over here?" he asked.
"Eh, I'm okay," Socrates replied, tossing a piece of cake on the top of the pyramid of food. "Yourself?"
"Meh, I've been better. I've spoken in a fake voice for the past half hour. I wanna gouge my eyes out with an ice pick after talking to these people!" Andy complained.
Socrates simply nodded.
"Uh-huh. Hmmm…I need more grains for the bottom," he said, searching the table.
Andy rolled his eyes.
"These people act so jerky!" he continued. "They behave as though anyone with one notch below their IQ is a babbling fool!"
"That's nice," Socrates said, piling some french bread under his pyramid. "I guess I should include more vegetables to balance it out."
"Socrates, will you stop obsessing over food for just a minute and speak to me?!" Andy complained.
Socrates rolled his eyes as he threw some sliced carrots into the pile.
"Fine, fine. I think you should stop acting like these people before you become one!" he said.
Andy looked confused.
"Huh?"
"Well, think about it. You're going around with a fake voice giving fake details about yourself… Let's face it. That's what these people are! And you know what? If they don't like you, that's their problem!"
Andy stared at him.
"Socrates, I've never heard you talk like this before!" he said.
"Yeah, I like to keep a stalk of wisdom in my brain and release it every ten years. This should tide me over until 2017," Socrates replied. "Now then, where's the fried squid…?"
Sherman sat and pouted over by a plant.
Calvin saw him sitting there by himself.
"Hey, Sherman," he said. "How're you doing?"
Sherman glared at him.
"Oh, I see you were able to pull yourself away from your fame and fortune to talk to me."
"What fame and fortune, Sherman? I only showed them a few things! It's not like I plan to take the high road with this, you know?" Calvin said.
Sherman stared at him.
"What…?"
"I mean, I'm not going to let this go to my head. I'm just going to enjoy this little bit of fame and enjoy having people like my inventions instead of running from them, and then go back to having them be despised by everyone like they always are."
Sherman paused.
"You mean…you only show them off because you want people to appreciate the work you put into them?" he asked.
"Yeah!" said Calvin. "I mean, to hear Hobbes talk, you'd think I'd have blown up the entire Earth five times over, when the reality is that they've barely done a thing! Very few people actually know they exist!"
Sherman thought for a bit.
"So…you weren't trying to prove me wrong?"
"About the sophisticated thing? Nah… I was a little mad at first, but then I got over it. Besides, this is a party, and I don't get invited to many parties, so I was just trying to fit in like you said to."
Sherman sat there for a while, pondering.
It was weird. Sometimes, Calvin seemed like a crazed lunatic bent on destroying the world, but at moments like this…it was clear Calvin was just like any other kid…
…to a point.
Just then, someone approached Calvin.
"Excuse me!" a dog said. "We've wanted to know more about this Duplicator!"
Calvin glanced at Sherman, and then looked at the dog.
"Uh, sure," he said. "What do you want?"
"We want to know how to design one!"
Calvin simply reached into the hypercube and pulled out a cardboard box.
"Uh, well, that's pretty much it."
"Interesting," said Edgar Sinclair. "It's designed to look like a cardboard box!"
Calvin arched an eyebrow.
"Actually, it is a cardboard box," he said.
There was a pause.
"Here, look," said Calvin.
Calvin took a leaf off the plant and tossed it into the box once it was on its side. Then he tossed it inside.
BOINK!
Calvin opened the flaps on the box and revealed there were now two leaves in it.
"There," he said. "No voodoo mumbo-jumbo. Just a simple box."
Everyone stared at him.
"You're kidding, right?" Edgar asked.
"No, really," Calvin said.
"Well, what's the technology?" the dog asked.
"Technology?"
"Yes, what makes it work?" the duck asked.
Calvin pulled out a black marker.
"Magic marker," he said simply.
The silence was deafening.
"And…?"
"And nothing!" Calvin insisted. "Look, one day I decided I wanted a Duplicator, so I took this box, wrote Duplicator on the side, and lo, I had a Duplicator!"
Everyone looked at him disbelievingly.
"That's it?" the cat asked.
"Well, I am six!" Calvin replied, crossing his arms.
Edgar spoke up.
"I'm sorry, but unless you can somehow give us blueprints for this, I'm afraid we can't market this," he said.
"Market?" Calvin asked.
"Yes, that's the whole purpose of inventing!"
"Well, not for me! I mean, sure, it sort of was at first, but now I just do it because it's fun!"
Everyone snorted snootily.
"Oh, really?" Edgar said, disgusted. "How childish!"
Sherman finally decided to say something.
"Well, what do you expect?" he said. "He's a kid! He's all about having fun!"
"Well, that's as may be," Edgar replied, "but that's not what TGS is looking for!"
Sherman looked at all the creatures in the crowd.
"Is this what club did all you people? Inventing isn't fun for you anymore! It's all about money now, isn't it?"
"Well…yes," Edgar said, as if it were obvious.
Sherman glared at them.
"Calvin, I think it's time we went home," he said.
"Agreed," Calvin said, mocking Edgar's voice. "Cheerio! Toodle-pip and all that! Taa!"
"Okay, don't over do it," Sherman muttered.
They met up with Andy and Socrates at the refreshment table.
"Come on, guys. We'll take it home with us," Calvin said, referring to Socrates' every-growing food pyramid.
"Check," Socrates said. "Andy, give me a hand here!"
Socrates and Andy quickly picked up the plate and hauled it away over their heads and out the door.
On the way out, Calvin saw that Hobbes was still in his debate with Caesar.
"Oh, so that's how it is gonna be, huh?" Hobbes snorted. "We've resorted to insults about the family?!"
"It would explain a thing or two," Caesar retorted.
"Okay, buddy! That's it! It's game time!"
Hobbes went to punch the lion, but Calvin grabbed him.
"Come on, Hobbes. It's time to go home."
"But…! But…! But he…and I!" Hobbes complained.
"Ha!" Caesar shouted. "Victory for the lions, the true King of the Jungle!"
Calvin suddenly doubled back and kicked Caesar in the leg.
"OW!" he howled.
Then, once he was down, Calvin punched him in the head.
"OUCH!"
Calvin glared at him.
"Just so you know, I'm King of the Jungle," he growled.
And he left Caesar in heap on the ground.
Later, they were all sitting on the sidewalk outside of Andy and Sherman's house.
Socrates had decided to share his pile of food with them, and they were eating it right now.
"It's so weird how we all feel the need to fit in with certain people," Sherman sighed. "I guess I worked so hard at trying to impress them that I didn't realize they weren't worth impressing."
Hobbes rolled his eyes.
"This is gonna be one of those moral shows, isn't it?" he sighed.
"Eh, we gotta have a few every once in a while," Calvin relied, shrugging.
"Don't feel bad," said Andy. "We still took half their buffet, and I made off with some guy's Rolex."
"A successful night overall," Calvin agreed. "It's refreshing for people to be impressed by my inventions for awhile instead of setting up barricades in absolute terror like a bunch of overreacting tigers who can't pass a lion without arguing with it."
Hobbes simply jammed some more shrimp into his mouth.
"I don't see why so many people are so intent on being with each other in a club," Calvin continued. "The only club that makes any sense is Chewing Magazines Bubble Gum Club."
Everyone rolled their eyes.
"I never got gum," said Socrates between bites. "You can't swallow it. You're just gonna spit it out anyway. What's the point?"
Calvin glared at him.
"I refuse to dignify such a ludicrous question with an answer!" he grumbled.
Sherman sighed contentedly.
"Ah, my people," he said wistfully.
"Yesh," said Socrates. "Caviar Nibbler?"
"Ooh, nice!" said Sherman, taking it.
Socrates suddenly paused.
"Oop! It's the big one!" he said. "BELCH!"
Everyone started laughing.
The End
Voice Actors:
Pamela Segall Adlon: Calvin / Genius Cat
Tom Hanks: Hobbes / Caesar / Andy's Dad
Ryan Stiles: Socrates / Genius Dog
Andrew Lawrence: Andy / Genius Boy
Colin Mochrie: Sherman / Random Genius
Norman Lovett: Random Genius
Robert Llewellyn: Edgar Sinclair / Genius Duck
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