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This is one I wrote on November 17th for experimental writing. We had to take an article from the newspaper and make it a story. I did a calvin and hobbes strip instead. :) I apologize for the fact that it's not finished... I might later, i liked this one.
Calvin and Hobbes in:
Adventures with the Dresser Monster
“Good night, Calvin,” my dad said to me.
I wasn’t about to let him leave without doing the nightly patrol. “Will you you check for monsters under the bed?” I asked.
He bent down and peaked under the blanket as I watched from a save distance crouched at the foot of my bed.
“No monsters,” he declared. “You’re safe.”
“What about in the dresser?”
My father stood and said with the overconfidence that all adults tend to have on the subject, “Calvin, I’m sure there are no monsters in your dresser.” And as he shut the door he said, “go to sleep.”
“Oh great. How are we going to go to sleep now?” Hobbes asked.
“I know, “ I said. “You honk the horn and I’ll shoot him with the gun when he comes out.”
The horn blasts began and I was ready, gun poised, aimed straight at the drawer. But suddenly, the door slammed open. A giant green blob stood in the doorway.
Grease spewed from his gaping mouth as the monster screamed, “what’s all that noise?”
I began frantically shooting at the monster. It let out a yelp before retreating into the hallway. Back in the dark depths of my room, Hobbes and I celebrated our victory. We soon realized however, that this monster we had slain, was indeed not the beast we had vowed to kill from the dresser.
We dug deep under the sheets to reach our base.
“You’ve got first watch. As soon as you see anything, blast the horn once.”
“Yes sir, captain Calvin.”
I began planning our assault as Hobbes shimmied over towards the edge of the bed. After about five minutes of hard planning, I joined Hobbes at his post.
Calvin and Hobbes in:
Adventures with the Dresser Monster
“Good night, Calvin,” my dad said to me.
I wasn’t about to let him leave without doing the nightly patrol. “Will you you check for monsters under the bed?” I asked.
He bent down and peaked under the blanket as I watched from a save distance crouched at the foot of my bed.
“No monsters,” he declared. “You’re safe.”
“What about in the dresser?”
My father stood and said with the overconfidence that all adults tend to have on the subject, “Calvin, I’m sure there are no monsters in your dresser.” And as he shut the door he said, “go to sleep.”
“Oh great. How are we going to go to sleep now?” Hobbes asked.
“I know, “ I said. “You honk the horn and I’ll shoot him with the gun when he comes out.”
The horn blasts began and I was ready, gun poised, aimed straight at the drawer. But suddenly, the door slammed open. A giant green blob stood in the doorway.
Grease spewed from his gaping mouth as the monster screamed, “what’s all that noise?”
I began frantically shooting at the monster. It let out a yelp before retreating into the hallway. Back in the dark depths of my room, Hobbes and I celebrated our victory. We soon realized however, that this monster we had slain, was indeed not the beast we had vowed to kill from the dresser.
We dug deep under the sheets to reach our base.
“You’ve got first watch. As soon as you see anything, blast the horn once.”
“Yes sir, captain Calvin.”
I began planning our assault as Hobbes shimmied over towards the edge of the bed. After about five minutes of hard planning, I joined Hobbes at his post.