Calvin was face-to-face with his sworn rival. They were in a battle of life and death. Calvin charged at his adversary, his opponent zooming towards him at full speed. Suddenly, they crashed into each other. Calvin wrestled it down to the ground, pulling on it's chain and strangling it's handlebar. Calvin was once again fighting with his bike.
Calvin limped out of the garage, beaten up.
"I thought I told you to get out your bike" said his dad.
"Oh I tried, and I ended up getting my hands caught in the wheel and my butt covered in tire tracks!"
"Enough of this silliness, Calvin. Go get your bike."
Calvin went back to the garage and glared at his bike. The bike charged back at Calvin, sending him flying through the air and into a tree.
Later on that day, Calvin was bruised and dirty. He was still complaining about his bike to Hobbes.
"This stinks! That bike has been trouble since day one! I've had enough of this abuse!" he barked.
"What are you going to do?" asked Hobbes "You can't get rid of it."
Calvin went over to his dresser and got out his Dream Spinner "But I think I know who can."
Once again, Calvin and Hobbes were on their brooms, soaring across the ocean, back to Port Mystic.
"I don't see why I have to be involved" complained Hobbes.
"Aw, come on. We're partners. Buds. Two chocolate chips in the same cookie!" replied Calvin.
Hobbes put his hand over his mouth "Ugh, don't even mention cookies. This broom is making me so queasy, I feel like I'm going to toss mine!"
Calvin and Hobbes eventually arrived in Port Mystic.
"Ah, what a town!" smiled Calvin, inhaling the air.
The two friends landed their brooms near a hot spring at the outskirts of town.
"This will be a nice place to spend the night."
"I don't know" said Hobbes "What if this is a national park or something?"
"Relax. No one will know about this place except us and the monkeys."
Calvin set up camp and soon they were asleep.
But meanwhile, back at Calvin's house, strange noises were coming from the garage.
Calvin's mom sat up from her bed. She shook Calvin's dad "Honey, wake up. Do you hear something in the garage?"
"Uhhh, It's probably just a opossum or something." he muttered, half-asleep.
"Maybe you're right."
Calvin's mom turned over and went back to sleep. The noises continued in the garage. Calvin's bike was shaking and glowing with and eerie red color. It started to move, and then it started to hover above the ground! It flew out of the garage and into the sky, heading to Port Mystic.
