Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson for December 19, 2024

You can handle dust balls, can you Calvin?

Calvin has balls down there.

Might be Hobbes playing a joke on Calvin.

I remember the dust bunnies from Stephen King’s Dolores Claiborne. You wouldn’t want to mess with them…

I was more afraid of a closet door being left open, spooky shapes appear on those hangers.

And not very honest dust balls, at that.

Dust balls! Better call Mom.

That’s a monsteries lie.

I used to store my comics under the bed. It kept the monsters quiet.

Oh no worries thems ain’t no monsters. Thems just beeg steenky 10 foot long giant talking cockroaches see.

Mom: CALVIN! GO TO SLEEP ALREADY! DON’T MAKE ME COME IN THERE!

Bet its the lost sock from a comic last week.

And, they have names…, Dusty & Bunny.

“Yeah. And maybe an old paint chip or two. And one dirty sock. Nothing to fear.. .”

When I was a kid, I used to think I heard a giant outside my window at night. I could hear the sound of his feet crunching in the snow as he walked. I started to question this when I realized I was hearing the same sound in the summer.

Turned out, I was a side sleeper, and I was hearing the sound of my own heart beat when my ear was against the pillow.

Dust balls? Like the ones of My neighbor Totoro?

If I had those “dust bunnies”, I’d sleep on the couch!

At school, at play, at meals, or at bed time, Cal’s imagination always travels with him.

Like some people remind me of bullfrogs. All stomach except for what’s head and that’s all mouth.

Calvin‘s comment of “all teeth and digestive tract” reminds me of the Stephen King story, made into a TV miniseries in the 90s, “The Langoliers.”

Dust balls can be scary……….

Never had a problem with monsters. They know better…

Maybe replacement theology might work in the dust ball joints.

Would a load of snowballs cause the dust balls to flee?

I always worried about a snake under the bed. Somewhat rational given the area.

LOL… It is probably Hobbes pranking Calvin.

All the better for Calvin to outsmart the monsters!

“Yeah, little ones.”

Shades of Vroomfondle and Magic Thighs.

“Land Shark.”

“Candy-gram.”

“Plumber.”

“Telegram.”

Ask them what they had for lunch. If it isn’t dust, they’re lying!

Candy-Gram

Lucy van Pelt, I’m sure, would be able to handle monsters under the bed. But not dust balls. She’s scared of fuzz.

But they speak English? That takes something like brains, doesn’t it?

“You’re talking to yourself. Prove me wrong!”

Calvin’s looking right at us and giving a running commentary on what’s going on, as though he were a character in The Office or Parks and Rec. Does he know he’s got a readership?

@Calvinist1966.

Not very bright, are they, these monsters? If they kept quiet, Calvin would think they weren’t there and might do something he’d regret.

My aunt and uncle had this problem with one of their sons. My uncle told the boy, “Well, you’ve got a gun (a toy popgun); go shoot the monsters.” My cousin did as he was told and went back and told his parents, “OK, I shot all the monsters. Good night.”