Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson for January 21, 2023

You mean the eyes bulging in fright?

At least they weren’t water balloons.

When it comes to snowball fights, the one at the top is feared the most.

Don’t we all.

As if Susie — if you ask me — would drop a snowball followed by a bucket full thereof on Calvin from a tree.

Oof. I hope any of those balls weren’t yellow. How did he fit them all?

Shoulda just dropped the loaded bucket.

For some reason this reminds me of Captain Kangaroo, when Mr. Moose used to drop ping pong balls on the Captain.

Makes a change from pouncing………

“It’s that moment of dawning comprehension for which I live.”

Great today. Worth every frozen paw

Hey, that wasn’t in the forecast!

Amen, Hobbes. That feeling when everything comes crashing down onto you.

That look in panel 3!

Just after the nick of time.

Carpet snow bombing. “Snowballs in the morning smell like… victory.” ~Col Kilgore

Ingenuity in battle. Those were the days.

Every ornery kid has their day‼️☺️

The thrill of the hunt!

Don’t know that Calvin deserves a warning snowball.

{{{(>_<)}}}“yep”

Snowballs keep fallin’ on my head. That means my noggin will soon be turnin’ red…(Apologies to James Taylor…)

Learn to carry a tiny umbrella, Calvin… like Wyle E. Coyote.

I agree Hobbes, it is so much fun when someone realizes that the rules of the nasty game they were playing have changed.

Hobbes keeps Calvin grounded. Love his philosophical approach to life, too.

Yep. That moment where you become fully cognizant that you’re hosed!

“I looked up, wondering where that snowball came from… and then it hit me.”

Oh, yes! That’s the best part!!

It’s hailing snowballs!

Hobbes’s all time best line in the strip. Next to ‘tiger food’ of course.

Too bad Susie was around to see that!

I love you Hobbes!

Perhaps that is what the tiger at the zoo misses now that I’m on to him. Once while walking past wearing a furry hat with dangling balls on string out of my peripheral I noticed movement. Turing to look the tiger was rushing right at me stopping at the fence, I just said “Oh, Hi” quietly we stared for a few seconds then I got back to work. Later that day passing by again I saw him stalking slowly towards the fence and when I looked directly he froze. He hasn’t bothered when I wear the hat since, I think since the surprise is gone he’s not having fun anymore.

looks a whole lot like Hans Gruber to me

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Absurd on its face. How does a tiger make snowballs?

Not to mention the spectacular sunset.

Revenge is best served frozen, not cold.