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Let joy be unconfined. Got I think most/all of the books but simply can't put my mitts on them.

One day 'spare' room, one day.


Attack Of The Mutant Killer Snow Goons - I think that's the correct title, superb.


But at risk of boring people (I've mentioned it before), my favourite is the single long panel, featuring from left Calvin's parents in night attire, bleary-eyed and bed-headed, standing at the open door of Calvin's bedroom, their son sitting up in his bed, an unanimated Hobbes by his side, a drum in front of him with a drumstick in one hand and a toy trumpet in the other, with the indignant Calvin yelling,


Jeez, I've got to have a REASON for everything now!!!


Great joke, and I've found it a servicable enough life philosophy.

Thanks StraferJ, of course.


I'm impressed with my recall of the details of the drawing.

The actual caption of "Geez I gotta have a REASON for everything" shifts the emphasis, makes it a far better joke without my spurious 'now' and of course because of that a more serviceable and long-lasting life philosophy.


Thanks again. This is quite the find, I'll be sharing this with my son, he was introduced by a maternal aunt at a fairly young age and just got it and loved it straight away. He pronounced Hobbes 'Hoe-bees' at first and we'd have great fun with each new compilation.

Marvelous stuff.


DIE MUTANT SNOW GOONS DIE!!!!!!!

The last post concerning my favourites, and I haven't looked this one up yet. I like seeing if my memories are true.


The one where the the first panel is Susie Derkins side view at her school desk, pencil in hand, obviously completing a test.

The strip commences where in desperation it seems Suzie half turns in her chair and asks whoever is behind knows the name of a large, old city in Poland.


'KRAKOW' comes the seemingly loud reply from behind Susie, and she turns back to her paper.

The final panel shows Calvin, turned backward in his chair, oblivious to all else, his fingers formed into a classic kid gun shape mouthing/saying the words/sound effects -'KRAKOW KRAKOW KRAKOW'


Right that's it, going to stop describing my favourites on here, it'll get tedious and I can do that easily enough on my own without involving a cartoonist/contrarian of genius.

It's what Spaceman Spiff would do.


I reckon the summer just got longer.

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