Calvin and Hobbes crept down the stairs while inside a cardboard box. They managed to creep into the kitchen without being seen by Rosalyn. Hobbes reached out and swiped Rosalyn's purse off the table. The two friends dumped the contents on the floor. There was interesting things inside: A bottle of nail polish, nail polish remover, lipstick, a tampon, a wallet, and other things.
"Is that all?" asked Calvin. Hobbes shook the purse more, and out fell a bunch of notes, a pouch, and a strange talisman.
"Jackpot!" whispered Calvin. He picked up the talisman and studied it. It was round with five points sticking out of it. In the center was a bright red jewel. All along the outline there were strange symbols that sort of looked like words "Hobbes, can you read this?"
Hobbes picked up the talisman and studied it "Nope, sorry. This is really ancient." Hobbes gave the talisman back to Calvin, and then he picked up the stack of notes.
"Listen to these!" said Hobbes in a loud whisper "'Dear Charlie, don't be late for our cult meeting. It's the same time every night: 11:00 in the crypt at the town graveyard.'"
"Wow, Rosalyn's a cultist! No wonder she's so mean all the time."
Calvin took another note out of the stack. Stapled to it was a picture of Rosalyn and what looked like her boyfriend, Charlie. Both of them were standing on a hilltop wearing black robes and Rosalyn was wearing the talisman around her neck "Dear Rosalyn, keep the Broodseeker Amulet safe. It is the cornerstone of our cult, and if it gets destroyed, Lord Baal will never be awakened.' I know who Baal is!" exclaimed Calvin "From that monster book I read, Baal is supposed to be a demon lord who commands a huge army of demons!"
"So Rosalyn IS up to something!" said Hobbes "And whatever it is, is certainly won't be pretty!"
Just then, the box was pulled off of them, and they looked up to see Rosalyn holding it "You're dead, Calvin, and I'm SERIOUS!"
Calvin got a quick glimpse of Rosalyn's glowing eyes right before she scooped them up in the box and closed it shut on them. She walked over to the table and got a roll of tape. She taped the top of the box tight, then carried it out to her car.
Hobbes quickly cut out some air holes with his claws to avoid suffocating "Let us go, you fiend!"
Rosalyn threw the box in the back seat then started up the car. She drove down the street, heading for the graveyard.
Meanwhile, Mom and Dad were almost in New York. Dad turned on the radio "Welcome back to Boomer 102 Classic Rock, where we promise never to expose yourself to anything you haven't heard a million times before!"
"Ahh, my favourite." said Dad.
"And now for the news, with Ollie Tabooger."
"Thanks, Tom" said Ollie "We have reports around the Pennsylvania area of a mysterious band of thugs dressed up in black attire roaming the streets. Is this a Halloween prank, or something more? Coming up next, space alien weds two-headed Elvis clone!"
Dad turned off the radio "I finally find a good radio station, and they plague it with nonsense!"
There was a moment of silence, then Mom said "Do you think Calvin's OK?"
"Of course, dear. He and Rosalyn are probably having tons of fun right now."
