Room 305, Thursday Morning
Calvin and Hobbes were fighting again. This would normally not have been particularly surprising or noteworthy, given that it really only took the drop of a hat for them to either start or stop fighting. Occasionally they would even fight over who got to drop the hat.
Normally, however, they did not have large, empty, cardboard boxes lying nearby, ready to be knocked over, tumbled into, or tumbled into then knocked over, by an unwary combatant. And as Calvin himself would be the first to tell you a large, empty, cardboard box (especially when combined with Fandom weirdness) was a potent tool indeed.
Of course, while Hobbes had ceased hostilities at the first sign of things being even stranger than usual, Calvin was a touch too preoccupied with triumphantly chewing on Hobbes's tail to realise anything in particular was wrong.
[OOC: Visiting family with a pronounced lack of internets over the next few days, so Calvin is going to be much furrier than usual until I get back.]
Normally, however, they did not have large, empty, cardboard boxes lying nearby, ready to be knocked over, tumbled into, or tumbled into then knocked over, by an unwary combatant. And as Calvin himself would be the first to tell you a large, empty, cardboard box (especially when combined with Fandom weirdness) was a potent tool indeed.
Of course, while Hobbes had ceased hostilities at the first sign of things being even stranger than usual, Calvin was a touch too preoccupied with triumphantly chewing on Hobbes's tail to realise anything in particular was wrong.
[OOC: Visiting family with a pronounced lack of internets over the next few days, so Calvin is going to be much furrier than usual until I get back.]