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Spring is always the most glorious time of the year.
As birds whistled, squirrels cautiously stepped out of their tree shelters for the first time in months, and paperboys grudgingly rode their bikes through the town, we turn our attention to a small, insignificant two-story dwelling in the town of Evanston. A mouse, who, if discovered by at least a quarter of the house's residents would be dead in an instant, scampered up the drainpipe and peeked inside one of the bedrooms. A 6-year-old boy, his hair unkempt and spiked, lay on one of the pillows, and next to him lay a stuffed tiger. The boy's name was Calvin Calvin, and, by association, his tiger was named Hobbes Calvin. As the boy stirred, he slowly opened his eyes, and the instant he had them completely open, he sprang to life. And the tiger, too, sprang to life, if only in Calvin's imagination.
"It's SATURDAY!" Calvin cried.
"And its the bi-monthly G.R.O.S.S. jubilee!" sang Hobbes.
They leapt out of bed and began to carelessly bounce down the stairs, savouring every jolt. When they finally reached the ground level, they sprinted towards the kitchen, where Calvin pulled a cereal box out from the shelf.
"Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs," Calvin read aloud, "now including a free Transformer toy in every box."
Hobbes ripped open the lid and began to dig through it. After about a minute, he pulled out a small, red, boxy toy. Calvin then took the cereal box and poured himself a bowl of it.
"The serving size is one cup," said Hobbes, reading off the box.
"Personally, I consider myself worth more than one serving," said Calvin, shaking like a crate of gelatin on a stormy lake.
When Calvin had eaten his entire cereal, they took a pair of newspaper hats out from underneath the bookshelf, then ran outside to their treehouse.
Hobbes climbed up the side of the tree and took out a banner reading 'Get Rid Of Slimy girlS.'
"Let me up, Hobbes," called Calvin.
"Not until you recite the secret password," said Hobbes, sticking his tongue at his young friend.
Calvin let out a long string of curse words that most six-year-olds would have to go through an encyclopedia to find.
"You're not helping yourself," said Hobbes.
Calvin gritted his teeth and began to recite the password.
"Tigers are vicious and amazing and cool,
they're really smart so they don't go to school,
as time goes by and until time ends,
I'll always want a tiger friend."
Hobbes let down the rope and allowed Calvin to climb up.
"Now then," he proclaimed, "Let the Bi-monthly G.R.O.S.S. Jubilee begin!"
The rest of the day descended into getting in fights, throwing water balloons at Susie, riding down the hill in a wagon, and maybe even a few trips to the Mesozoic era. At 12:00, Calvin's parents demanded that he come in, and he unwillingly trawled in with Hobbes at his side.
"How was your day, Calvin?" asked his father.
"It was all right," said Calvin. "Tomorrow will be even better."
"That's nice," said his mother.

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Okay...got that up before summer, HA! Expect the next installment in early September, just kidding, it will probably be ready in July.