The Original Snow Goon must be making his OWN Snow Goons. I'll bet he's making an army! In a few days, he could build a hundred snow goons! If each of THEM built a ANOTHER hundred, and then THOSE all built a hundred MORE, why... that would be pretty cool, if they weren't out to kill me.
I'm looking for something that can deliver a 50-pound payload of snow
on a small feminine target. Can you suggest something? Hello...?
Calvin: This is going to be the biggest snowman ever built! People will come from miles to see our gigantic snowman!
Hobbes: This won't go any more. It's too big to push.
Calvin: OK, leave it here.
Hobbes: I'm exhausted!
Calvin: Well we can't stop now! We need nine more of these!
Hobbes: NINE MORE?!
Calvin: Sure! This is just one of his toes!
Snow, Snow! High and Low! Wherever we go! Let it blow! To and fro! H-DE-HO! Snow! Snow! Snow!
Calvin: It snowed last night! Turn on the radio! Maybe they closed school. Maybe the school buses froze up! Maybe the principal can't get out of his driveway!
Mum: Get dressed, Calvin. It only snowed an inch.
Calvin: Getting an inch of snow is like winning 10 cents in the lottery.
"Snowgoons on the horizon... Hobbes, load the CALVINATOR!"
I should be doing my homework now. But the way I look at it, playing in the snow is a lot more important. Out here I'm learning real skills that I can apply throughout the rest of my life.
Procrastination and rationalization.
Calvin: Dad, if you threw a snowball at someone, but deliberately missed, would that be "bad"?
Dad: Well, I suppose that would be provoking, so yes, it would be a little bad.
Calvin: As bad as if you'd hit the person?
Dad: No, not that bad, but worse than if you hadn't thrown it at all.
Calvin: Suppose you just grazed the person. How bad would that be? Say maybe you knocked off his hat and his glasses or something.
Dad: That would mean instant death.
ANY dumb kid can build a snowman, but it takes a genius like me to create ART.