I reject your reality

Calvin, being Calvin, hadn't really realised that anything particularly unusual was going on. Sure he'd had a class cancelled, and there was that odd smell. But it wasn't like they were the kind of things that would actually bother him.

Not like the gremlin that had just latched onto his leg fangs first. That, he noticed.

[Establishy]

The one good thing about not having a date for prom was that it didn't matter as much if you ran late getting ready.

"Hobbes, have you seen my tie?"

Hobbes glanced up at Calvin, shrugged and went back to reading his copy of Tuna Fisheries Monthly. "You look fine without it," he said. "And you don't like wearing them."

"I know that," Calvin replied as he dug through his wardrobe. "But Mom'll kill me if she find out I went to prom not wearing one, and she'll find out, she always finds out."

"Check under the bed, things usually end up under there."

Calvin bent over and started fumbling under the bed. "Why didn't I think of that?"

As it happened, Calvin's tie was under the bed, however it was currently being used as a pillow by a gremlin who was most displeased at being woken by Calvin's wandering hands.

"OW!"