It was just another typical spring day. Four months had passed since the "Let's go Exploring" incident, when Calvin and Hobbes had gotten lost for an entire day. Calvin had just gotten off the bus and was celebrating the fact that there was only a month of school left. "A HA evil monster," he shouted after the bus after it left his stop, "You can only take me to you sacrifice for your god, Nollij for another month, than you monsters will go into hibernation! Ha ha ha!"

He started walking toward the house. He opened the door.

"I'm HOME!"

BANG!

Hobbes shot out of the door at the speed of light, grabbing Calvin and rolling all the way across the street with the boy in his claws.

"Hobbes!" Calvin yelled, "I was busy celebrating!"

"Sorry, but you know I need my exercise."

"Then pounce on Mom, not me you furball!"

They went inside and Calvin stormed up to his room, but when he got there he celebrated that school was almost over.

Two hours after the "party" had ended, Calvin was called down to eat dinner. "Hi Mom," he said, what horrors do your glops of doom hold tonight?"

"None, sweetie," she responded, "I ordered pizza tonight."

Calvin's mom had begun to accept the reality that Calvin considered her food was worse than arsenic. She set the table as Calvin went to get his dad. She hadn't been feeling well, so she had gone to the doctor earlier that day. She didn't expect him to call back for a week at least. That was why she was so surprised when the phone rang.

"..so that's how the world turns."

"Dad," Calvin responded as he walked into the kitchen, "Do you really think I'm stupid enough to think that all day, someone turns a big crank to make the world turn?"

"Maybe," his father retaliated, he hadn't had a good day at the office.

They sat down at the table and Mom joined them about a minute later. She was jittery and looked excited. "Dear," she managed, "I have a surprise for you."

Calvin looked confused. "What surprised?" he asked, "Is it for me?"

"No," his mom responded, "And it won't get here anytime soon, so eat your pizza and go do your homework."

Calvin looked wounded. He had gotten homework the day before. He had to write three pages about what he would do over the summer. This project made up 50% of his final grade, so he had to do it well.

Calvin stuffed the rest of his pizza in his mouth, then, still chewing with his mouth half open, walked toward the stairs.

Calvin the zombie shambles through the wreckage of an old house, looking for a survivor of the zombie apocalypse to devour. He manages, somehow to make his way up the half broken steps and through an open door. Their, under the covers on the bed, Calvin sees a victim. He moans, hoping that the dinner-to-be will try to run, and make it fun for him.

"So, Calvin," Hobbes remarked, snapping the boy out of his imagination, "you have to do your homework, huh?"

Hobbes was lying on the bed, partly under the covers, reading a Captain Napalm comic book.

"Yes, Hobbes," Calvin retorted, weakly, then he got to work on his assignment.