The boy, Calvin, is carrying a simple kite and looking joyous alongside his best friend, the stuffed tiger, Hobbes. "Gosh", says Calvin, "It's perfect kite flying weather!" Calvin stops, and lies the kite on the ground and fiddles with its string. "But why let the kite have all the fun?"
Hobbes is given one end of the string. The other is attached around Calvin's waist. Enthusiastically, Hobbes asks, "You've got your tail on?" Calvin looks down, "Yep", he replies. "Just let out some string and start running."
Moments later, Hobbes is belting it across the wide yard with Calvin—airborne— towed just behind him. "I'm flying, I'm flying!" Shrieks Calvin as gravity sucks and he face-plants deep into the dirt. "Ow! Ack! Ooh!"
Hobbes begins to rewind the string. "Are you OK?" He asks Calvin. Boy! You were almost up there", he encourages. "I know", says Calvin with another, "ow". "We just need a little more wind."
Soon, the muddied Calvin is ready and barks his orders to Calvin, "OK. Here's another breeze! Let 'er rip!" Hobbes starts off powerfully and checks behind dismayed at the noise of Calvin being dragged across the grass. Hobbes stops and looks thoughtful, scratching his head. "Maybe you are too heavy?" He offers. "Gee", replies Calvin. "I hadn't thought of that. Um…How can I get lighter?"
Moments later, we are in Calvin's parents' house. His Mother is covering her phone's microphone as she addresses Calvin's Dad trying to bury his face into a book to avoid another situation. "Mrs Carroll is on the phone", says Calvin's Mum. "She says a naked kid tied to a stuffed animal is running through her yard". Calvin's Dad hunkers down, "You handle it. I got the little nudist out of her bird bath, remember?"