Now Huckleberry is pointing intently at Something Under The Bed.
The bed has wooden (OK, particle-boarden) skirting all around, except at the foot (where he's pointing), where there's a storage drawer, currently obstructed by various clutter. Makes checking for Communists inconvenient.
And, if there is an infestation, whom do I call? Orkin? NATO? (Do they even do Communists anymore?) Does grown-up Calvin run some kind of service?
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