I hate your brother

Calvin V.S Sam

Steven Stealth, the great thief, is about to steal a bag of great diamonds worth a million dollars.

Calvin moves stealthily through the living room.

He suddenly hears footsteps. He presses the button on his super-suit which allows him to blend in with his surroundings.

Calvin presses himself against a recently bought expensive picture which stretched from the floor to the ceiling so that when Mom came into the room, looking at the electricity bill and muttering angrily to herself, she didn’t notice a boy in the picture who looked strangely out of place with his modern day clothing.

After the woman passes, Stealth switches off his blending power and continues on to the high-security vault. He uses the code and unlocks the vault.

Calvin enters the kitchen.

The vault is full of safes. The on he is looking for is the highest one in the vault. Stealth takes out his stretchable ladder and hits a button on it. It immediately grows to the needed size.

Calvin piles two chairs, one box and a crate full of some other unimportant stuff and climbs it.

Stealth grins and uses the number code for the safe. His plan will surely be a success!

Calvin opens the closet and stretches his hand out to grab of cookies.

Yes! Steven Stealth, the greatest of history, has managed to steal the diamonds! Who can stop him from being rich now?!

Suddenly Mom walked into the kitchen, still grumbling about the bill.

“Calvin!” she shouted when she saw Calvin holding a bag of cookies. “I told you not to eat those cookies!”

Calvin stared at her.

“Oh no!” he shouted. “Stealth has been caught! How could this happen? He must run away!”

The next thing Calvin knew, he was thrown into his bedroom.

“You’re grounded for the whole evening!” Mom shouted and slammed the door shut.

“Just try to get a few cookies and get grounded for the whole evening,” Calvin grumbled. “This is so unfair!”

“I’ll bet,” Hobbes said who was taking a nap on the bed beside Calvin.

“Oh come on, Hobbes. Even you can’t deny that a week has passed since the summer has started and mom hasn’t let me eat one single cookie!”

“Well, that’s because you always tried to steal them,” Hobbes said simply.

“Oh yeah? How many times have I done that?” Calvin said, folding his arms.

“Well, there was that time when you told your mom that ugly monsters from planet Donkey had come to earth, then there was the time when you crashed her new flower vase as a diversion so you could get the cookies, then you became Spaceman Spiff and tried to steal the so called ‘nuclear cookies’, and then-”

“Okay, okay!” Calvin shouted, throwing his arms above his head. “So I tried a few tricks. My point is that Mom is clearly overreacting!”

“Mmm-hmm,” Hobbes said with no change of attitude.

He then got up and stretched.

“Well, since your complaining robbed me of my sleepiness,” he said. “I’m going to meet the new rich kid who just moved in.”

“New kid?” Calvin asked

“Yeah,” Hobbes said. “I’ve heard rumors that he has a tiger, too? He lives on the edge of town in a mansion.”

“Then I’m coming too,” Calvin said.

“But you’re grounded.”

“Has that ever stopped me before?”

“No,” Hobbes sighed.

Hobbes opened the window and slid down a water pipe.

But Calvin, since he was too DRAMATIC, jumped out of the window- and landed in a thorn bush.

“Ouch! My poor body!”

Hobbes couldn’t help laughing.

When Calvin finally got all the thorns out of his body, he and Hobbes walked down the sidewalk to the edge of town.

“Hobbes, maybe if I befriend that kid then he would give me enough money to buy new parents!” Calvin said with glee.

“Oh sure,” Hobbes said, rolling his eyes.

As they continued to walk, Calvin bored Hobbes with his ideas of what he could do if the new kid would give him a lot of money.

Alex ran as fast as he could. He was a boy who was as tall as Calvin and he was wearing a black t-shirt with a skull on it, brown pants and white sneakers with red patterns on them. His hair was black.

Beside him was a tiger who was just like Hobbes, except a few inches smaller.

“Give up, old man,” the tiger panted. “You can’t beat me for I was built for speeeeed.”

“Well, the question is, Sam,” Alex retorted back, “are you hungry?”

“Hungry?” Sam said, confused.

“Yeah, dude, because there’s the tuna shop!”

“Where?!”

Sam stopped and turned around.

“I don’t see-”

He looked back and saw Alex way ahead of him.

“ALEX!” he shouted and raced after him.

“…and if the new kid lends me enough money then I could-”

“Sorry to interrupt you, Mr. Money,” Hobbes said. “But I think that’s the new kid right there. And look! There’s the tiger with him.”

Calvin looked and saw a crazy boy and a tiger rushing towards him.

“AAAHH! Help! Maniac killers are after me! Man and tiger have teamed up and are out to get meeeeeeeeee!” Calvin shouted and closed his eyes tight, waiting for the worst.

“What the-” Alex shouted.

“Sweet mother of rotten tuna!” Sam cried.

They both screeched to a stop in front of Calvin and Hobbes.

Calvin opened one eye, and then he opened another.

“I’m alive,” he sighed with relief.

He then saw Alex.

“Aren’t you that new rich kid?” he asked

“Yea, I am,” Alex said.

He saw Hobbes.

“I see you have a tiger too.”

Calvin nodded.

“Here’s my chance for some money,” he whispered to Hobbes, who rolled his eyes.

Calvin cleared his throat.

“Hi, I’m Calvin and I’m sure you’re pleased to meet me,” he said.

“O-kay,” Alex said.

“ And this is my tiger friend, Hobbes,” he continued.

Sam shook his head rapidly and his eyes widened.

“What did you say his name was?” he asked, staring at Hobbes.

“He said his name was Hobbes,” Alex said. “Hi dude, I’m Alex and this is Sam.”

This time Hobbes shook his head rapidly.

“What did you say his name was?” he asked.

“Since when are tigers so interested in names,” Calvin asked.

Nobody answered him.

Hobbes and Sam were staring at each other with there eyes looking as if they would pop out of their sockets any second.

“Um… are we missing something here?” Alex asked.

Then it happened.

“SAM!”

“HOBBES!”

In an instant both the tigers were hugging each other and dancing around like crazy.

If you don’t know, then these two are long lost brothers.

“What are you doing here?!” Hobbes asked.

“What do you mean? What are you doing here?!” Sam said.

“No first you tell me!”

“No, first you!”

“No you!”

Calvin and Alex exchanged glances.

“We really are missing something here, aren’t we?” Alex said and Calvin nodded.

“Hey stop!” Calvin said.

The two tigers continued to blabber and dance.

“I SAID STOP!” he shouted louder.

They continued blabbering and dancing.

Calvin sighed.

“I’ll guess I’ll have to do this the hard way.”

He took a microphone and a radio out of nowhere.

Where he got the microphone and radio I have no idea.

He plugged the microphone into the radio and took a deep breath.

“STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPPP!”

Hobbes and Sam jumped twenty in the air. They looked around wildly.

Alex clapped for Calvin.

“Thank you, thank you,” Calvin said, taking a bow.

He threw the microphone and radio away. Both of the things crashed through somebody’s window.

“Now that Sam is your brother?” Calvin asked.

Hobbes nodded.

“And that Hobbes is your brother?” Alex asked.

Sam nodded.

There was a pause.

“So- what are we supposed to do?” Alex asked.

“I suggest we just have nice greetings and act as if nothing had happened,” Sam said. “That’s what I usually do.”

He held his hand out to Calvin.

“Hi, I’m Sam,” he said casually.

“Uh… hi I’m Calvin,” Calvin said and shook his hand.

“OUCH!”

He immediately withdrew it.

He stared at the three deep scratch marks on his hand and glared at Sam who was laughing his head of.

“I was going to warn you but…” Alex said.

Hobbes studied the scratch marks.

“Why didn’t I ever think of that?” he said

Calvin glared at him too.

That night, when Calvin was eating dinner, he thought of a plan of how to get his revenge on Sam.

When he and Hobbes got into bed, Calvin discussed his plan with Hobbes.

“So you’re going to try and beat him in a game of Calvinball tomorrow?” Hobbes asked

“That’s right, Hobbes,” Calvin said evilly. “I’m going to make sure that he regrets playing that stupid prank on me.”

“Good luck,” Hobbes said and fell asleep.

“So, dude, what exactly is Calvinball?” Alex asked.

“It’s simple. There are no rules except one. No rule can be used more than once,” Calvin said.

Alex and Sam stared at him.

“Oh, you’ll understand it as you play along. Come on!”

Calvin and Hobbes led them through the woods to a big field.

There was junk strewn across every inch of the field. Mallets, wickets, hobby horses, pails full of water, water balloons and others stuff.

“Let the game begin!” Calvin shouted.

He held up a volleyball.

“I have the Calvinball so you all have to do twenty push-ups and the first one to get up gets hit.”

“Okay,” Alex said and he, Sam and Hobbes dropped to the ground and started doing push-ups.

Hobbes was the first one to get up and he was hit with the Calvinball.

He picked up a mallet and said, “I have the mallet of Un-Opposable Rule-Making! Now I get to make any number of rules which cannot be changed or opposed by any other rule in any way until somebody snatches the mallet from me!”

“This game is getting stranger by the minute,” Sam whispered to Alex who nodded.

Hobbes picked up a wicket and threw it into the air.

It landed in a part of the field where the grass was waist high.

“And my new rule is that until that wicket isn’t found nobody can take the mallet from me!”

Everybody stared at him, then groaned and started searching for the wicket.

“And my other rule is that if I hit that small hole in that tree with the Calvinball then I get points!”

Hobbes laughed and started hitting the hole on a tree.

This went on for twenty minutes until Calvin got another idea.

He quickly pulled his Transmogrifier out of his pocket and pointed it at his hand.

ZAP!

Suddenly, there was a wicket held in it.

Calvin chuckled.

“And Hobbes says that these inventions are useless,” he said to himself and tried to find his way out of the big grass.

Hobbes was about to take one more point when Calvin jumped out of nowhere and snatched the mallet and the Calvinball out of his hands.

“HEY!”

Calvin showed the wicket and the mallet and dropped them both.

“I was hoping you would take longer,” Hobbes sighed. “Well my score is oogly-boogly.”

The game went on for ten more minutes when Calvin finally decided to put his plan to take revenge on Sam in action.

Alex through the Calvinball at Calvin who caught it.

“Aha!” Calvin said and Hobbes thought he saw a glint of malice in his eyes.

Watch out Sam, he thought.

“I have the Calvinball so here’s my rule!”

Calvin picked up three flags with blue stripes on it.

He threw them in the air and since there was a little wind, they flew and each of them settled down in different spots.

One settled in a clump of trees. One settled in the waist high grass. And one settled in area with many other flags.

“The three of you have to find one blue-striped flag in five minutes or else you’ll be kicked out of the game.”

“WHAT?!” Sam, Hobbes and Alex shouted.

“You heard me!” Calvin shouted back. “Now get your butts moving!”

Alex went into the clump of trees, Hobbes went into the waist-high grass and Sam went to the part where there were many more flags.

Calvin climbed up the tree nearest to him. He could see the whole area Sam was searching.

He took out his Transmogrifier and pointed it at Sam’s area.

ZAP!

Calvin grinned evilly.

“Now Sammy,” he said. “How will you find that blue-striped flag when there isn’t any?”

Sam desperately looked for the blue-striped flag.

Four minutes had passed.

“Come on, come on,” he said. “It has to be somewhere!”

He suddenly got an idea.

He picked up a normal colored flag and took a brush and a can of blue paint.

He quickly painted blue stripes on the flag.

“Watch out, Cally,” he said menacingly and raised his eyebrows twice at the screen.

Calvin was lying on the ground and humming a Beatles’s song.

He heard a whistle and sat up.

His jaw dropped at what he saw.

Hobbes and Alex were walking triumphantly towards him with their flags.

But their walk and happy faces were nothing compared to Sam’s marching stride and his glowing face as he waved a blue-striped flag at him.

“Now since I found the flag first,” Sam announced happily. “The rule you made, Calvin, shall backfire on you. You are now disqualified from the game.”

Calvin stared at him then, complaining about how tigers were always sneaky cheaters, he walked out of the field.

Sam chuckled.

“HE JUST GOT LUCKY!” Calvin bellowed for the fiftieth time.

“Whatever,” Hobbes said and settled down on the bed for a nap.

"Oh so you're going to let me brood in my own anger, right?" Calvin shouted.

"You are correct," Hobbes said and fell asleep.

Calvin glared at him.

He raged silently. There had to be another way to beat that abominable tiger.

He suddenly got an idea.

"Hobbes," he said.

"Dont put that on the tuna," Hobbes muttered.

"HOBBES!"

"GIVE ME BACK MY TUNA!" Hobbes shouted, jumping up.

He then pounced on Calvin because he woke him up from such a good dream.

"Forget about your stupid dream, fang face," Calvin said, pushing him away. "Remember the episode April Fools to All?"

"What about it?" Hobbes growled.

Then he knew what Calvin meant.

"Oh."

Sam was on the sidewalk practicing- karate.

“Huwaaaaaaa-HIYA!” he shouted, doing a kick.

“Look at him,” Calvin scoffed. “That big loony doesn’t even know that he’s going to be pranked in a minute!”

“I never knew he liked karate,” Hobbes said.

“Oh, forget about his stupid karate, Hobbes!” Calvin said. “Watch as I prank that two-faced buffoon!”

Calvin got ready to start his prank.

By this time, Sam had stopped doing karate and was pulling the branch of a tree to see how far back it would go.

Calvin pulled a string. This caused three bricks to launch into the air and land onto a piece of plank wood on a barrel. The plank immediately tipped onto its other side where the bricks had landed, launching a can of multi-colored paint into the air. The can of paint soared towards Sam.

It was at that moment that Sam let go of the branch.

Right on cue, huh?

WHACK!

The branch hit the can of paint, which soared back and landed on Calvin’s head.

SPLOOSH!

“ACK!”

Calvin pulled the can off his head.

Hobbes stared at the multi-colored face before him.

“Your mom’s going to have a fit when she sees you like that,” he said.

Calvin glared at him while Sam hooted with laughter.

“Why me?” he muttered.

Calvin paced around in his backyard.

He couldn’t believe it.

All his plans had failed. He was out of ideas. And both times Sam had just gotten lucky.

“Hey Calvin!”

Calvin snapped out of his sulking reverie and saw Sam walking towards him.

“What are you doing here, Sam?” he snarled.

Sam blinked and stopped.

“Actually, I’m Hobbes,” he said.

“Oh, sorry.”

“I told Sam that you wanted to take revenge on him,” Hobbes said. “He said that he’ll challenge you in a obstacle race.”

“Really,” Calvin said and he grinned evilly. “All right, where is it?”

“In Alex’s mansion,” Hobbes said. “His parents are out for the night.”

Calvin’s grin slid off his face when a thought came to him.

“He’s not going to cheat, is he?”

“Actually, Alex and I planned the course, and we made sure that he wouldn’t know.”

“Good.”

Calvin grinned evilly again.

“I’ll get my revenge! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! WATCH OUT SAM! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

A man was walking passed Calvin’s backyard. He saw a maniac kid laughing his head off with a stuffed tiger beside him.

“This is why I’ll never get married,” he said and continued walking.

Calvin stared at the maze of hedges before him.

“You have such a huge backyard!” he said to Alex. “Why don’t I have a backyard this big?”

“Well, Calvin, you’re not rich,” Alex said simply.

“Oh, what a comforting answer,” Calvin said rolling his eyes.

“You got this idea from the Goblet of Fire didn’t you?” Hobbes asked.

Alex nodded.

“Hello, everybody!”

The trio turned around and stared at Sam who was striding casually towards them.

He was wearing a sweat-band, black glasses, a sleeveless white shirt and white shorts. All of this would've looked normal if it didn't go with the goofy grin on Sam's face.

“How do I look?” he asked.

“Quite- intimidating,” Hobbes commented.

“Thank you very much!”

Calvin, Alex and Hobbes rolled their eyes.

“Sam, why are you wearing those sun glasses?” Alex asked.

“Why? Don’t they look good on me?” Sam said.

“But it’s the evening. The sun’s gone down.”

“Oh I just put them on to make me look more INTIMIDATING.”

Calvin, Alex and Hobbes rolled their eyes again.

“We’ll see how intimidating you are when I beat you!” Calvin snarled.

“We’ll see, Salmon,” Sam replied.

“Yes, we will.”

There was a pause.

“AND MY NAME’S CALVIN! NOT SALMON!”

Sam simply grinned.

“Okay!” Alex shouted and started talking like a commentator of a soccer match. “Welcome to the Annual Race in my house."

Everybody rolled there eyes.

"Today we have sneaky Sam!"

Hobbes acted like the audience.

“WHOOO! Go Sam! You rock!”

“He’s more than sneaky, he’s scum!” Calvin shouted.

“And here we have our little spiky Calvin!”

“Spiky!” Calvin shouted indignantly.

“Booooo!” Hobbes shouted, showing Calvin the thumbs-down sign. “Booo! YOU SUCK!”

Calvin glared at Hobbes.

“I mean YAAAAAY! GO SPIKY! GO SPIKY!”

“You first have to find your way through that maze which is full of mirrors so you could call it a mirror-maze. At the end you shall find a book. You have to take the book and get it up to my room where there will be a flag. Leave the book and take the flag to the roof of my house. There will be two flag poles there, one holding a flag and another not. Take the flag out of the pole and replace it with the flag you got in my room. Then take the other flag and put it in the empty pole. Whoever gets the flag into the empty pole first is the winner! And just in case I removed all the ornaments and other breakables in the house. Now the race shall begin,” Alex said. “In three, two…”

DING-ALALA-DING!

“Huh?” Alex said. “Oh it’s my cellphone. My parents gave it to me if I had to make quick emergency calls.”

He took it out and put it to his ear.

“Hello… hi dad… yeah I’m okay… okay bye.”

Beep!

“Alright, let’s start,” Alex said, putting the cellphone in his pocket. “Three, two…”

DING-ALALA-DING!

“Your cellphone has such a weird ring tone,” Hobbes said.

“I know, I’m familiar with it,” Sam said.

Alex sighed. He took out his phone again.

“Hello… hi mom… yeah I’m okay… okay bye.”

Beep!

“Why would your dad phone you, and then right after that your mom?” Calvin asked.

“My mom went to the grocery store while my dad went to some business meeting of his,” Alex said. “Okay, three, two…”

DING-ALALA-DING!

Alex closed his eyes and gritted his teeth.

He took out his cellphone for the third time.

“Hello… no this isn’t someone called Merry Berry, sorry wrong number… what do you mean this is the right number? Where do you live?... Hong Kong, that’s so far from here. No wonder you have a funny accent, I can barely understand what you’re saying… I said this was the wrong number! Now please turn off your phone or else I’ll get a high phone bill... JUST SHUT UP AND CLOSE YOUR PHONE!”

Beep!

“Count fast!” Calvin said.

“Three, two…”

Beep!

“RRRRRGGGGHH!”

Alex took out his phone and said in a polite voice, “The phone number does not exist. Please dial again.”

Beep.

“You know, sometimes Alex can get so angry that he’ll blow his head off,” Sam whispered to Hobbes.

“Oh come on, he can’t get that angry. He looks like a good-natured kid,” Hobbes said.

“Threetwo…”

DING-ALALA-DING!

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Alex threw his cellphone down on the ground and started stamping on it.

Hobbes stared at the remains of the poor cellphone.

“I see what you mean,” he said, nodding.

After a few minutes, Alex calmed down.

At least he could calm down quicker then Calvin.

“Okay, get ready,” he said.

Sam and Calvin each positioned themselves in front of the two entrances.

“Three, two…”

Alex paused as if expecting a cellphone to interrupt.

Nothing happened.

“… one,” he said with a sigh of relief.

ZOOM!

In less than half a second Sam and Calvin shot into the maze.

Alex and Hobbes exchanged glances.

“This is going to get interesting,” Hobbes said, taking out a bag of popcorn.

“As long as they don’t knock over any cupboards or shelves in my house,” Alex muttered.

Calvin stared around him. A hundred Calvins stared back.

Mirrors cover the side of the hedges, not leaving an inch of space uncovered.

“Where does Alex get all these mirrors?” He wondered aloud.

“Ha! This thing will be so easy! I’ll be out of here in no time!”

Calvin started running.

Bad idea.

SLAM!

Calvin fell on the ground. Rubbing his forehead, he glared at the mirror in front of him.

“Though I’ll bet I’ll have a lot of bruises on my face when I do,” he said and this time walked at a cautious pace.

Sam walked at a casual pace, whistling to himself and always stopping to check his reflection in a mirror.

He suddenly snagged his toe on a rock. His eyes bulged.

“Ouch!” he shouted, holding his foot and jumping up and down. “My poor foot!”

He suddenly thought about how Calvin would have laughed if he saw him right now.

“I’ll show that little pipsqueak!” he said.

He started running.

SLAM!

“Wrong way!”

SLAM!

“Wrong way again!”

SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM!

Sam, rubbing his head, looked up at the top of the hedge. It was covered by mirrors.

“Why didn’t I think of that before?” he muttered.

“Hey Calvin!”

Calvin looked up.

Sam was on top of the hedge.

“Hey! You can’t do that!” he shouted angrily. “That’s cheating!”

“My dear Calvin,” Sam said. “Did Alex say anything about rules? Hasta lavista, spiky!”

“Oh no you don’t!”

Calvin jumped up and caught hold of Sam’s tail, which was hanging off the hedge.

“Hey! Stop that! Leggo!”

Calvin was soon on top of Sam’s head.

“Die you sneaky, stinking, tiger! Die!”

Sam tried to fend off Calvin and fell of the hedge.

CRASH! BANG! BOOM! RIP! CRASH!

Alex and Hobbes exchanged glances.

“I don’t like the sound of that,” Alex said.

“GET OFF ME, YOU PILE OF ROTTEN TUNA!”

“I’M GOING TO BEAT YOU TO A PULP, YOU UGLY, FANGED MONSTER!”

“I really don’t like the sound of that,” Alex squeaked.

“I FOUND THE BOOK!”

“YOU GIVE ME THAT BOOK!”

“NO WAY!”

CRASH! BOOM! BANG!

“I hate the sound of that,” Alex muttered.

Suddenly, a part of the hedge was blasted apart and Sam and Calvin rushed past Alex and Hobbes and into the house.

“Your parents are going to kill you,” Hobbes said.

Sam rushed up the stairs and Calvin followed.

They burst into Alex’s room, knocking everything over and breaking his big screen T.V.

Calvin found the flag first and raced out of the room with Sam behind him.

A few seconds later Alex and Hobbes walked in.

“My room!” Alex whimpered.

“Your parents are really going to kill,” Hobbes said.

“You’ll never catch me Sam!” Calvin shouted.

He rushed into the attic and climbed out of a window onto the roof.

Sam was already there.

Calvin stared at him.

“Boy, you and Hobbes share a few abilities.”

Sam nodded.

“So shall we continue?” he asked.

“Yes, let us continue.”

Calvin started running again but after a few seconds he tripped and fell down.

“OW!”

Calvin looked and saw his untied shoelaces.

“Oh come on,” he muttered. “Stupid shoes!”

He started tying them.

Sam jogged up to him.

“Give me the flag,” he said.

“Here,” Calvin said, giving him the flag.

“Thanks.”

Sam ran off again.

There was a pause.

“Hey!” Calvin shouted and ran after Sam.

Sam plucked the flag in the pole out and put the one he had in.

“You won’t get away with this!” Calvin shouted.

And now they were running faster than ever. And they also knocked more than half the tiles off the roof.

At last they reached the pole.

Calvin grabbed the flag and tried to pull it out of Sam’s hand.

Sam also started pulling

And thus, a tug of war started.

Alex and Hobbes climbed onto the roof.

“My roof,” Andy whined staring at the missing tiles on the roof.

"Your parents are going to destroy you," Hobbes said

CRACK!

Alex and Hobbes looked towards Sam and Calvin, who were staring at the halves of the flag.

“Now since you broke the flag,” Alex said. “This race is a draw!”

“You know what,” Calvin said, yawning. “I’m getting tired of this. How about we stop trying to outwit each other?”

“Yeah,” Sam said. “I’m bushed. You were a good opponent, Calvin.”

He held out his hand.

“Don’t think you can trick me anymore Sammy boy!” Calvin growled.

“Oh, aren’t you getting smarter,” Sam said.

Alex and Hobbes walked up to Sam and Calvin.

“Well, guys, since you’re done your useless battle,” Alex said. “I would advise you to- GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!”

And with that, Alex chased Sam and Calvin everywhere around the house while Hobbes just watched, eating popcorn.