Pillowcases make good stand-ins for suitcases. Well, quick stand-ins, anyway.
"So where are we going?" asked Hobbes, holding the case open as Calvin hurled in various items: his transmogrifier gun, various interesting rocks, a half-empty pack of chewing gum, a copy of the Odyssey they'd been working their way through.*
"Away."
"Okay."
"We'll go..." The full magnitude of it being impossible to go home had never really hit Calvin. Fortunately, his sense of pride was too strong for him to give in now, and admit he wanted to leave Disneyland for his boring old hometown and Mom and Dad. Reality, once again, approaches Calvin and does a hard swerve at the last minute.
"We'll go on that safari we've been talking about! Here, wear your pith helmet. We can look for other tigers, and see if they'll let us live with them."
"Tigers aren't herd animals," said Hobbes in a tone of mild offense. "We live alone and hunt alone."
"Well, then, we'll do that!" Calvin handed his backpack to Hobbes and slung the pillowcase over one shoulder, Hogfather Santa Claus-style. "We'll lurk in the shadows and be lone wolv...tigers together. Now shut up for a second."
Fortunately (or unfortunately) Susan was in the childcare station as they snuck away; Calvin's idea of stealth was to inch along walls while humming the tune from Mission Impossible under his breath. And then to run like heckfire. Considering he had to stop at one point to pick up a package of balloons that had fallen out of his inadequately-zipped backpack, they made good time to Adventureland.
* Monsters, giants, dead people drinking blood, people getting changed into animals: a surefire hit with Calvin. He generally skipped over the bits that looked like they might be mushy, though.
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Date: 2007-07-20 09:05 pm (UTC)"So where are we going?" asked Hobbes, holding the case open as Calvin hurled in various items: his transmogrifier gun, various interesting rocks, a half-empty pack of chewing gum, a copy of the Odyssey they'd been working their way through.*
"Away."
"Okay."
"We'll go..." The full magnitude of it being impossible to go home had never really hit Calvin. Fortunately, his sense of pride was too strong for him to give in now, and admit he wanted to leave Disneyland for his boring old hometown and Mom and Dad. Reality, once again, approaches Calvin and does a hard swerve at the last minute.
"We'll go on that safari we've been talking about! Here, wear your pith helmet. We can look for other tigers, and see if they'll let us live with them."
"Tigers aren't herd animals," said Hobbes in a tone of mild offense. "We live alone and hunt alone."
"Well, then, we'll do that!" Calvin handed his backpack to Hobbes and slung the pillowcase over one shoulder,
HogfatherSanta Claus-style. "We'll lurk in the shadows and be lone wolv...tigers together. Now shut up for a second."Fortunately (or unfortunately) Susan was in the childcare station as they snuck away; Calvin's idea of stealth was to inch along walls while humming the tune from Mission Impossible under his breath. And then to run like heckfire. Considering he had to stop at one point to pick up a package of balloons that had fallen out of his inadequately-zipped backpack, they made good time to Adventureland.
* Monsters, giants, dead people drinking blood, people getting changed into animals: a surefire hit with Calvin. He generally skipped over the bits that looked like they might be mushy, though.