A/N: I like Calvin and Hobbes, full of childish maturity and imagination. Read it since kindergarten. Bill Watterson, you were a genius. May the legacy of Calvin and Hobbes live on forever. I refuse to let Calvin grow up.
Summary: A version of The Adventures of Spaceman Spiff
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Calvin and Hobbes. It belongs to Bill Watterson, Besides, he's retired.
On Planet Wonk
A tiny red spaceship whizzes through the furthest reaches of the galaxy.
'I'm glad mom just got this suit dry-cleaned. That alien gunk got all over my nice clean spacesuit the last time.'
We join our hero the Insipid Spaceman Spiff on his journey to the distant planet Wonk.
Suddenly, just as he nears the planet and prepares to land, his landing gear jams!
Moments later, wisps of smoke trail of and dissipate into the rancid atmosphere on the planet Wonk.
A tiny figure scrambles out of his damaged spacecraft and begins to seek help in repairing his spacecraft.
He mutters slightly under his breath as he struggles up a small hill.
He stands on top of the hill and begins to notate the planets landscape.
As he places his hand over his eyes to survey the surroundings, he notices the lack of noise, vegetation and the drop in temperature as well as the visible air on the surface.
He realizes that the Sun seems smaller on this strange planet and the barren surroundings seem to be reflecting the glare into his eyes.
He squints.
Suddenly, there in the distance, a creature emerges from the horizon.
It appears hostile as it spots him and begins to approach him with gathered speed.
Spiff ducks behind a lone rock, his only hope of defense, and readies his molecule scrambler ray.
'I'll set it to defrost and roast to a crisp.' Our hero thinks as he plots the alien's demise.
As the alien nears our hero's hiding spot, Spiff quickly whirls out and shoots a huge ray of distortion at the hostile creature.
It appears winded, but nonetheless, unharmed.
Spiff mutters, 'Confound it,' under his breath before taking off like a shot.
We join our hero as he escapes from the hostile alien, now identified as a Dade, it appears to brandish a sort of wooden stick with a flat metal top.
'Zounds!' Our hero exclaims as he fails to make his speedy getaway.
The Dade has our hero under captivation as our hero is forced to suffer unspeakable torture.
'Well? Aren't you going to start shoveling?'
Our hero's mind races furiously as he plots his daring escape.
'Augh!' A figure with his face covered in white glop races across the lawn chasing a six-year-old kid with blond spiky hair. 'Get back here Calvin!'
The End
A/N: I hope you liked my version of The Adventures of Spaceman Spiff. The fics I read on Calvin and Hobbes make me real depressed cuz no one acknowledges the young mature kid we know as Calvin or his equally mature stuffed tiger Hobbes. Please review. I've seen enough sad stories to start a humor.
By the way, this story doesn't really have a title because comic strips don't need titles.
