"How do you explain this?" growled Calvin's mom one day.
"Explain what?"
"What you got on your geography report! Everyone knows that Canada is now an independent country! Go to your room until your father gets home!"
Calvin trudged up to his room, angrily.
"I guess she didn't take the geography report thing well, huh?" asked Hobbes.
"What was your first clue? Mom gets upset about every little thing I do! Well, I had enough, I'm running away from home!"
"To the Yukon, again?"
"No" Calvin said as he opened up a drawer in his dresser and got out his Dream Spinner "To Port Mystic!"
Calvin and Hobbes flew off that night on their broom. They flew through the clouds at breakneck speed.
"Why do you want to go to Port Mystic again?" asked Hobbes.
"I wanna continue my witchling training so I can perform bigger spells. Plus, it's the only place I can remember having a real adventure. Now, come on, it's almost morning."
The two friends flew off across the ocean and into Port Mystic. It looked just like Calvin remembered it. Calvin and Hobbes parked their broom on the beach and unpacked.
"Where will we sleep?" Hobbes asked "We can't afford to stay in a hotel!"
"Who needs a hotel when you got magic!"
Calvin performed a spell "Ghosts and ghouls give me a fright, make us the ultimate camp site! APPEAR!"
Before they knew it, Calvin created a campground with a warm fire and a tent.
"There we go. Now let's get some sleep. Tomorrow, we pay a visit to the DoReMi Magic Shop."
Meanwhile, in the Lunaverse, Petunia was hatching a sinister plan.
"Those witchlings are such a nuisance. But, no matter, I got the ultimate plan to stop them."
She poofed up a portal, and a strange man wearing white robes and ancient jewelry stepped out.
"Snow Demon Blizzarus, I called you hear in need of help."
"What do you want this time, Petunia?" he asked in a echoing voice.
"I need you and your army to aid me in a invasion of the human world to vanquish a trio of witchlings. Are you up for it?"
"Possibly, but it will cost you."
Petunia poofed up a bag filled with gold pieces "Is that enough?"
Blizzarus ripped it open, and all the gold trickled out "I'll see you tomorrow with my army."