Maybe a stuffed tiger can't play games without a person?

I hold up Hobbes. I talk with a deep tiger voice. "I'm Hobbes. My goal is an old water barrel at the bottom of the Grand Canyon."

Then I start walking towards Kansas. I carry Hobbes with me.

"Go Team Hobbes?"

I'm cheerleading.

"Go Team Hobbes!"

"Calvin, you're not ugly. Just goofy looking. Here, have some purple blush."

Calvin looks like Barney. His green +100 turns into a red -100.

"See Hobbes? Doesn't he look Grrrrrreat?"

"Calvin, you're so stupid. Being pretty is worth way more points than throwing the ball through the stupid goal."

When I put the pink ribbon in my own hair, there's a glowing "+10" that appears next to me. It floats upwards a bit, then fades out.

I take the pink ribbon off.

"That isn't your color. Here, try this red bandana."



"Now you look butch, and not sissy."

I pull the pretty pink ribbon tight.

"I can hear you, Calvin. You're snarling behind the tree. And dinosaurs aren't pretty."

"Only pretty people can score goals." I put a big pink bow on Hobbes' neck.

I throw a water balloon at Calvin. He's drenched, now. He runs away and hides.

I pick up Hobbes. "You need a pink ribbon. Let's play dress-up." Then I toss the other demi-ball through the goal, while holding Hobbes.