Calvin and Hobbes
The Imagination War
Chapter 4
(I'm a poet and I didn't even know it …War, Four THINK ABOUT IT!)
Calvin and Hobbes is owned By Bill Watterson
I own nothing…except the plot…and the OC Villains and Background Kids, and the Camp
Co written by WG
This Chapter is Dedicated to the young Kids between ages 5-10 who were killed for no reason at the hands of Adam Lanza, (the world's biggest psychopathic heartless jerkwad) in the Sandy Hill elementary School shooting in Connecticut on Friday December 14th 2012. May God take those Children to heaven to be with Him forever.
And now onto the story that you probably want to read.
Over the Bridges and Through the Toll Booths, TO THE CAMP WE GO!
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Calvin, opened his eyes slightly. He looked to his left, he saw a Robot, holding his arm. It was walking, and dragging him down the Hallway. He looked to his left, and he saw another robot hanging on to his other arm. He wanted to kick, he wanted to scream, he wanted to whip out his dart gun and go Rambo on these bots… but couldn't, as if some other force was holding him back. He felt limp and weak, like he was going to slip into a deep sleep. He groaned, as the Robots, pulled him, he had been dragging his feet and now they had forced him to stand.
"Hobbes." He slurred. "Where is Hobbes?" Neither Robot responded, and Calvin called out, "Hobbes where are you?"
"SHUT UP!" A hoarse voice called out. Calvin turned his head, to see a robot, holding a three pronged trident that sparked with electricity. It jabbed it at Calvin's back, shocking him.
"AUGH!" He yelled. His head then fell forward, and his eyes began to close. Then, the Robot, with the prong, grabbed and shook him.
"CALVIN WAKE UP! YOU ARE GOING TO MISS THE BUS!"
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Calvin's eyes opened to see Mom, standing over him shaking his shoulder. "The bus?' Calvin asked, and then rubbed his eyes. Then he sat up and gasped. "YOU MEAN I SLEPT THROUGH SUMMER? NOOOOOOOOOOOO! WHY SUMMER WHY!? WHY DIDN'T ANYONE WAKE ME!? WHY DID I HAVE TO MISS IT?!" Calvin, then broke down and cried into his hands. "WHY SUMMER WHY!?"
Mom, rolled her eyes. "Calvin, today is the day that you go to camp."
Calvin, looked up at her, then he began to sob into his hands EVEN HARDER. "WHY WHY WHY?" he screamed.
Mom sighed and rubbed her temples. "Get dressed, the bus is coming in thirty minutes." she turned to leave.
Calvin stopped sobbing, and then he looked up. "Wait, why did you wake me up NOW, if it takes thirty minutes for the bus to get here? And since when does the Camp Bus come and pick us up at the house?" He climbed out of bed.
Mom shook her head. "The bus comes to pick you up to take you to camp, I wrote down our address and everything when I first signed you up. And I get you up this early because it always takes you an eternity to stop complaining, get dressed, and get your stuff ready, and that's after I finally catch you after you take off running through the house. Now for the last time, get dressed- I don't want you to start any havoc this morning." With that she left.
Calvin groaned. "Now I know how criminals feel when they eat their last meal."
Hobbes sat up, frowning. "Is Dooms Day here, already?" he asked.
"Sure is, ol' buddy. We've only got half an hour to spend together before I'm shipped off to the Kiddy Concentration Camp." Calvin got dressed in the horrid uniform he was forced to wear.
Hobbes, feeling too glum to point and laugh, slumped across the bed sadly. "Maybe we could play a quick came of Calvinball before you go,"
Calvin shook his head. "Dad locked up all the equipment in the garage,"
"Well… how about if we go time-traveling to last summer, that way we can have all the fun we want,"
"They took the box too, remember?"
"Maybe we could use the transmogrifier gun to turn you into another tiger again. I could show you how to camouflage with the scenery and we can hide in the woods."
"Nah, they took the gun too- and Dad put up a fence this weekend so I couldn't sneak off and run away."
Hobbes' shoulders slumped. "What about the tree-house?"
Calvin bit his bottom lip, unable to break the news. "Dad cut the rope and is in the process of tearing it down!"
Hobbes dropped off the bed, onto his knees. "OH THE HUMANITY! They've taken away everything except the red wagon!"
"Actually-"
"Don't tell me-"
"They took that away, too." Calvin and Hobbes deadpanned at once.
"Dear goodness, they're really going all-out on this discipline thing!" Hobbes commented.
"Twenty bucks says they're going to sell it once I'm gone, and rent out my room." Calvin muttered.
Hobbes shook his head. "Nah, that wouldn't work… no one would pay rent to live with your Dad- unless they're also character-building people who ride their bikes in freezing weather and refuse to upgrade to the newest technology."
"True… (sigh) Well, what are we going to do? We've already spent fifteen minutes griping about this cruel departure,"
Hobbes thought, then walked over to one of the drawers- the top one where Calvin couldn't reach- and took out a notebook labeled Hobbes' Memoirs."Calvin… a long time ago, after the first year we met, I began writing down all our adventures. As time went by, I figured that, someday, we'd have to go our separate ways…"
Calvin looked at him, surprised. "Why would you think that?"
Hobbes sighed. "Well, Calvin, believe it or not, I used to live with someone else before I met you."
Calvin's eyes widened. "Really? Who?"
The tiger thought, but shook his head. "You know, it's been so long, I can't really remember. All I can recall is that whoever I lived with went away and never came home, and I was put into a box in a basement, staying there from summer throughout winter. When spring came, I managed to climb out a window and decided to run away… and then one day I found a tuna-fish sandwich and stumbled into your tiger-trap."
"Why would a kid abandon his best friend, especially if he were a tiger?!"
Hobbes winced. "When I heard about it, his parents were crying…" he gave Calvin a sad look. "I don't think he abandoned me, Calvin."
Calvin got the message. "Oh… I'm sorry, buddy."
Hobbes handed him the notebook. "That's why I wrote down all our adventures, so if we were ever to separate, we'd remember each other. I figured it'll help keep you from losing your sanity."
Calvin took the journal and placed it in his bag. "Thanks, Hobbes…" he then hugged the tiger tight. "I'm really going to miss you, and I promise I'll come back."
Hobbes hugged him tight as well. "Looking forward to it, buddy."
(If none of you are crying by this point, you have no soul!)
The two friends broke out of the hug, and Calvin ran over to the toy-chest. "I-I got an idea," he pulled out two walkie-talkies. "We can use these to communicate! I'll hide mine somewhere the counselors won't even THINK about looking, and you can hang onto the other. That way I can let you know if I'm alright, and you can let me know if I'm missing any good TV shows!"
Hobbes smiled, and nodded, taking the walkie-talkie and hiding it behind his back. "Sounds like a good idea, but where are you going to hide-" he paused, seeing Calvin stick his down his… never mind, I won't mention it. "Wow. When you said 'somewhere they wouldn't think about looking', you weren't even kidding."
"Desperate times call for desperate measures, Hobbes."
"Calvin! The bus is here! Are you ready yet?!" Mom shouted from downstairs.
"Coming!" Calvin turned to Hobbes, shaking his hand. "Well, see you on the other side, ol' friend."
"Same to you, pal." Hobbes replied.
With that, the duo parted ways.
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As soon as Calvin stepped onto the bus, he knew he was on the highway to horror. First of all- EVERYONE on the bus was wearing a COMPLETELY different uniform, consisting of yellow shirts, brown pants, and red ascots (rather than purple and green uniforms with leopard-printed ascots). Secondly- A majority of the campers were girls, maybe only three other boys were sitting on the bus. And finally- one of the boys happened to be Moe!
"Hey, Twinky, where'd you get the outfit? Did Barney the Dinosaur throw up on ya?" The bully teased, and everyone on the bus laughed.
Calvin's eye twitched. My life is over…he thought. "I-I thought this was the uniform! The brochure said so!" he stammered.
"Oh, son, that uniform has been outdated for years! Your mama must've picked up an old brochure," One of the counselors on the bus replied, having a 'fancy' tone. "Don't worry, I'm sure there'll be a spare at the camp. We'll have you look fabulous in no time!"
Calvin groaned and sat down in an empty seat, looking out the window and watching his house disappear in the distance. Susie, whirled to face him. "because of the all the times I bat you up after throwing snowballs, water balloons, and WHATEVER ELSE AT ME!" "the last time it happened my folks saw it and they shipped me off to here, So my being here is ALL YOUR FAULT!" She roared, then she sat back down, and faced the front again.
Calvin, gulped as he leaned is head against the window
Great, less than a minute on the bus going to camp WACK, and already SOMEONE wants to kill me. Things can't possibly get any worse…he thought.
"C'mon, everybody! Lets sing the Camp WACK song!" Another counselor, this one female, exclaimed, and everyone (minus Calvin, Susie, and Moe), burst into an annoying tune…
"Oh, Camp WACK
A camp under the sun!
Oh, Camp WACK
Working hard is fun!
We'll grow up to be strong and smart
Knowing a good future's in the bag!
And we'll remember where we got our start,
Right at ca-a-a-a-amp WAAAAAACK!"
Calvin began hitting his head on the window. I've entered the seventh circle of Hades…he groaned in his mind.
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One long, brain-numbing, bus- filled-with-sappy-songs ride later, they pulled up to the camp.
It was a large camp, with several buildings, that resembled metal log cabins, a great big Lodge, with a cafeteria in the basement. the buildings were all spread out, in a circle formation , and in the middle were three cabins, they were HUGE, big enough to hold about sixty kids each, in one room, and behind them, was a lake, and HUGE amounts of mountains…and it was all fenced off, except for a couple of gates.
"And so begins Day One of the Summer of Misery…" Calvin sighed, and walked with the rest of the campers toward the check-in.
As Calvin walked toward it, he found Susie walking next to him, holding Mr. Bun. "WHAT THE!?" Calvin yelled, and then tore Mr. Bun out of Susie's grasp.
"Hey!" Shouted Susie as Calvin, ran for the first consoler he saw. This one was male, and looked A LOT like the other one they had seen, and knew was still on the bus.
"HEY!" Calvin yelled." The consoler, looked down. "Yes my boy," He said in a kind of monotone is voice. ", what can I do for you?"
Calvin, held up Mr. Bun., just as Susie ran up to him. "I was not allowed to bring my Best friend Hobbes here, so she cannot have her stuffed rabbit." "YES I CAN, LET MR BUN GO!" Susie roared.
The consolers tisked his finger at the two. "Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk Tsk, my boy, Stuffed animals ARE allowed on camp grounds, if the child's parents think they need it, and your parents said, that you do not need it."
Calvin's jaw, hit the ground, and stayed there until the consoler and Susie left. He then fell to the ground and then moaned, "My life is over."
He got up, and then walked towards the main office. There his bags were already being checked…along with the campers themselves. Before Calvin knew it he was next in line.
In a short time, they found his walkie Talkie….yes THEY DID AN AIRPORT SECURITY SERCH ON HIM! And it got taken away. "you can have this back when you leave." A female consoler said as she handed the Ziploc bag to another, who threw it into a desk drawer.
Calvin, grumbled to himself as he walked away. As he did the consolers watched him. "The Doctor better PAY ME THOURGH THE NOSE for this one. " The guy, who found the walkie talkie said.
One of the females turned to him. "SSSH!" She shushed him. "do you want them finding out?" "the kids, they are all gone." Suddenly a hand burst out of the floor. The male consoler screamed as he was dragged down, and then a sliver Robot appeared.
A glob of synthetic skin shot up from it's feet, until it looked like the Male consoler it replaced.
It moaned. "DANG IT, I WAS ON LEVEL 4 OF WAR FOR CYBERTRON!" It then looked at the others. "Remember this, mess up and you'll end like him GOT IT?!" It roared. The consolers nodded.
This chapter of the Imagination War, was CO written by WG, I really thank her for doing this, God Bless her. SO, what will Calvin's two weeks be like, well tune in next time to GET… a long summery of the first day and short summery of the rest of them. Yeah, so remember folks R&R no flames…or I shall never write another chapter again!