A/N: Okay, I live in India, and CBSE (an Indian education format) students have their final exams in March. I took a couple of hours off to write this, so expect a few typos here and there. My online friend, Cybertiger3000, is also a CBSE student, so he has his final exams as well. So if you're a fan of his story Destination Mind, don't expect an update till late March. Now that's out of the way, on to the story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Calvin and Hobbes, Bill Watterson does.

Calvin scowled as the school bus came to a stop in front of the local elementary school. Another day, another nap, he thought as the bus driver beckoned for him to "get off the bus, will ya? I ain't got all day!"

He slowly trudged along the footpath to the school building. He wasn't normally this mad, but today, his mother had found the water balloons he had oh-so-cleverly-concealed in his lunch bag. He had spent half the night awake, making plans, only to have them dashed by his dastardly dictator of a mother. What a way to start the week.

Calvin walked into the building, then to his locker. When he opened it, his eyes became really wide. He quickly took a look around. There were only about eight to ten students around; most of them had made their way to class. After scanning the corridor, he quickly took another look inside his locker.

It couldn't be. No, it was too good to be true. But there it was, among various drawings, comic books and his Stupendous Man outfit: a packet of marshmallows.

YES! YES! Now this day was looking up.

He started whistling and put his hands in his pocket, trying and failing to be casual. The principal, Mr Spittle, walked by and saw Calvin. He glared pointedly at him.

"I'm watching you, young man," he said.

Calvin grinned sweetly and said, "Me!? What could possibly little old Calvin do?"

Mr Spittle gave him a final glare before walking off again. Calvin quickly snatched the packet and ripped it open. He loaded four marshmallows into his pockets, two each. He slammed the locker shut and walked down the corridor leading to the chemistry lab. When he was right outside, he slipped off his sneakers and pulled his dirty socks off. He hung them inside the door, and closed it. Now the smell would drift out if anyone opened the door.

His next stop was the fuse box, which was luckily right outside Mrs Wormwood's class. He opened it up and flipped off a couple of switches.

His school had upgraded their electricity system recently, and now he could set a timer for when the electricity inside a certain area would go off.

After he was done, he walked into the room.

Mrs Wormwood saw his expression when he walked into the classroom. It was a very "casual" one. She slammed her eyes shut and muttered to herself, "Don't let him get into the teacher's lounge. Don't let him get into the teacher's lounge."

Calvin took his seat between Susie and Ronald and flipped his book open to a random page.

"Alright, Mrs Wormwood! Let's do some learnin'!" he shouted cheerfully.

Next to him, Susie forward and tapped her friend Jessica on the shoulder. Jessica turned back.

"What is it?"

"Calvin's up to something," muttered Susie.

Jessica rolled her eyes."When is he not?"

"Alright, class," said Mrs Wormwood. She took a piece of chalk in her hand and scribbled something on the blackboard, "open your books to page 31 and begin reading."

Suddenly, a smell wafted in. Mrs Wormwood sniffed and said, "They must be burning something nasty in the chemistry lab. I'll be right back." She set her chalk down on her desk and walked off.

Right on time, the lights flickered and went off. The fans stopped spinning as well. Taking advantage of the darkness, Calvin navigated his way to Mrs Wormwood's desk, pulled a marshmallow out of his pocket, split it open and rubbed the material all over the chalk.

The lights flickered on once and Calvin sprinted back to his seat. They flickered twice and then came on again. Mrs Wormwood walked back into the classroom.

"There seemed to be a pair of socks hanging on the door," she said. "They were purple and covered in dinosaurs." Everyone turned to Calvin.

Calvin's eyes went wide. "How could I do anything?"

Mrs Wormwood glared at him as well, but since she couldn't prove anything, she turned back to her blackboard and picked up her now slippery chalk. This feels really strange, she thought. She tried to write 1776, but all that happened was the area of the blackboard became all slippery, with little crumbs of white stuck to it.

Mrs Wormwood threw her chalk down in frustration. "There's something wrong with my chalk," she growled. "Does anyone know anything about this?" She pointed at the mess on the board.

In his seat, Calvin simply grinned. One down, four to go.

A/N: I know this is really small, but I just don't have the time to write longer chapters at the moment. I'm planning to split his into three parts, with another one end February and then one mid to late March after finals. The second marshmallow will be used in the next chapter, then the third and fourth in the next. Then another oneshot early April, when I start ninth grade. Oh, dude.