5. OFF THE CAMP WACK WE GO! (1/2)
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
idges 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
oke 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
eak 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."