Back when I was writing "Hercules," I had an annonymous reviewer request I do a parody of Toy Story. I didn't give it too much thought, but then I started playing out little scenes in my mind, and I realized that this was a good idea! Annonymous reviewer, this one's for you!
One morning at camp, Snoopy sat at his typewriter, attempting to write something good. He always knew he had a knack for this kind of stuff...but no one else did. "It was a dark and stormy night! No...I've already sent that one in...and it didn't go over very well with the publishers...I know! Pixar! I'm sure I can write a good story by ripping that off!" Snoopy glanced at Calvin playing with Hobbes and was struck by inspiration. He began to type madly.

In Snoopy's story, Calvin sat in his room playing with a toy car. "Here comes Mr. Jones out of his attractive suburban home," Calvin narrated. "He hops in his red sports car. Off he goes to work. He takes a wrong path down the Cul-De-Sac...AAAHHH! It's a giant tiger!" Calvin threw a stuffed Hobbes at the car. "Mr. Jones drives away in a frantic terror! Hobbes tracks him down, going in for the kill! Is this the end of Mr. Jones? He tries to lose the tiger by driving...OVER THE GRAND CANYON! Realizing too late what he's done, Mr. Jones prays that he doesn't crash into the rocks below...and he doesn't. HOBBES IS WAITING THERE AND EATS HIM FIRST!"

Calvin laughed and tossed Hobbes around. "I love this game! Good job, Hobbes! I wonder what will happen to Mr. Jones tomorrow!"

Calvin left the room. Hobbes and all the other toys came alive, as they had always done whenever there were no people around. Hobbes walked over to a plastic Nazz doll. "The Grand Canyon? He's never used that before. I tell you, Nazz, he's getting more creative."

"And kinda creepy."

Hobbes smiled. "Well, Calvin's like that and I love it!"

Hobbes passed a piggy bank version of Edd and a Mr. Potato Head Eddy. Eddy had rearranged his face.

"Morning, guys," said Hobbes.

"Good day, Hobbes," waved Edd.

Eddy proudly pointed at his scrambled features. "Hey, check it out, Double D! I'm Picasso!"

Edd walked away. "Very funny. It's a miracle you can pronounce that."

"Yeah, yeah, ya critic..." Eddy paused and ran after Edd. "Who was Picasso, anyway?"

A slinky dog version of Snoopy crawled out from under the bed and greeted Hobbes. "Hey, Hobbes...will you look at me! Next time I write myself into a story, I'm getting some chiropractic help! Want to play that game you guys invented...Calvinball?"

"Not now, Snoopy. Call all the toys for a meeting."

"Right away!" Snoopy scurried away.

Hobbes walked into a corner for some privacy to plan on what to say. "Now, let's see..."

A monster version Ed jumped out. "ROAR! I will devour you!"

"Hi, Ed."

"Did I scare you?" Ed smiled.

"Would you be crushed if I said no?"

Ed bounced away, not understanding Hobbes. "Yay! I scared him!"

The other toys gathered round as Hobbes stood up on a little podium. "Alright, everyone," he said. "Now, we all know that the big move is soon. We're leaving this house for good, going at least five streets away. That means that no toys can be left behind! Everyone has to find a moving buddy."

Ed turned hopefully to his friend. "Eddy?"

"NO."

"Also," Hobbes said quickly, "today is Calvin's birthday party. In other news, we all need to thank---"

"Birthday!" interrupted Schroder. "But his birthday is on the sixteenth! Like Beethoven's!"

Hobbes shrugged, wanting to ignore the whole thing. "Well, his mother decided it was better to have the party before the move. There's no need to panic."

The toys panicked.

"Presents!" cried Snoopy.

"New toys!" moaned Charlie Brown.

"Replacement!" shrieked Sally.

Ed began to bang his head against a bedpost. "Birthday party bad for Ed! New toys! Better monster toys will come! I am scary!"

Edd attempted to calm everyone down. "Please, Hobbes is right. We're not going to be replaced."

"Look who's talking, ya plastic piggy bank!" yelled Eddy, shaking Edd's large head. "Why'd he need two of you?"

Hobbes waved his arms. "People! People! We all need to calm down! "

"Yeah, you're not worried!" shot Eddy. "You're Calvin's favorite!"

"PLEASE!" Hobbes yelled, finally getting everyone's attention. "Now, I knew this would happen, so I had a few of our good friends come up with a clever idea."

Green army men versions of Jason and Marcus popped out. "The Green Army Nerds are ready and awaiting orders!" saluted Jason.

"Is it time to start our mission?" asked Marcus.

"Almost," said Hobbes. "We need to get the equipment and check to see if the coast is clear."

Charlie Brown and Snoopy pulled out a pair of baby monitors from the closet.

"It's a good thing we found these," said Hobbes.

Marcus ran in from the hallway. "We checked; the coast is clear!"

Eddy rolled his eyes skeptically. "And how are they gonna move all this stuff out?"

A heard of green army Quincy's popped out as well. "Here we go!"" cried Jason. The iguanas lined up on a sleigh and pulled Jason and Marcus into the hall towing the monitor behind them. However, the lizards kept swerving.

"Be sure to train those things!" called Hobbes.

"Hey, they're iguanas, not rocket scientists!" Jason said innocently.

"We on the other hand, are rocket scientists!" added Marcus.

Obviously, you must have noticed something odd about this story...everyone BUT Calvin can see Hobbes! Yes, it's blasphamasy, but this is supposed to be Snoopy writing it. It's fiction within fiction, and not to be taken seriously. Irony, man...irony. Also, it's fun to have a swarm of little Quincy's.