A/N: Sorry for the big fat delay! The following chapters will mostly focus on Hobbes and Mr. Buns' attempts to make it home, with perhaps a few asides to Calvin and Susie.

And if anything in here sounds unrealistic, feel free to comment!

"Look!" cried Hobbes, pointing at the street. He and Mr. Bun had been waiting until sunrise, and finally a car was approaching the school.

"Here's the plan," he explained. "As soon as this car leaves, we pounce on it! We cling on until it reaches our neighborhood, and then we jump off! Simple, no?"

"What if the driver sees us and kicks us off?" asked Mr. Bun worriedly.

"Hmm...you're small, so no worries there. I'll crouch down low, so he shouldn't notice anything. If he does see, we jump off and follow from a distance."

"Geez, that's a risky plan," muttered Mr. Bun. "But it's better than nothing!" The two animals crouched in the bushes, watching the car pull up. As it passed by, they leapt! Hobbes' claws snagged on the bumper, and Mr. Bun grabbed on to the tiger's tail. The two of them were buffeted by the slipstream, but Mr. Bun still managed to crawl up Hobbe's back and onto the bumper, while Hobbes forced his hindquarters to leap onto it. He raised one paw and gave Mr. Bun a thumbs-up, but the rabbit was unable to return it.

This was a bad idea! he was thinking. We should just have waited, instead of doing something insane like this! But jumping would be even more insane-there was a high probability he'd be killed! While staying here was risky as well, it was nowhere as risky as jumping off now! Oh, he wanted to cry, but the speed of the car was forcing tears from his eyes anyways.

Finally, the car slowed, and Mr. Bun stood up on his hind legs to clear the dust and grime from his eyes.

"Ack, it hurts!" he whimpered. Hobbes leaned over and took a light lick, brushing some dust away.

"Thanks," muttered the rabbit. "Should we jump off now?"

Hobbes took a look around and gulped. They were in completely unfamiliar territory, and the car had only stopped at a red light.

"Yes!" he screamed. "Now!" He quickly leapt from the car, with Mr. Bun tumbling behind. The two landed in a patch of grass, groaning slightly as they were bruised.

"Why did we jump?" asked Mr. Bun, sitting up and rubbing his head. "I don't recognize this place!"

"That's why we jumped! We don't want to get too far from home," explained Hobbes. "Now, how shall we solve this problem?"

"Why don't we just sit here and think?" suggested Mr. Bun. "Maybe some deus ex machina will come along!"

"Mommy, look!" squealed Maria. Her face was pressed against the glass of the window as she looked out.

"What?" asked her mother, feeling rather bored-her daughter was always squealing over something or the other.

"It's a cute little bunny and tiger! We have to go save them!" she squealed. "Please?"

The woman looked up and stared in surprise. Indeed, there were two stuffed animals sitting at the side of the road. They seemed a little scruffy, but nothing a little thread and washing couldn't fix. What's more, there was quite a jam, so retrieving the toys wouldn't be dangerous. So the woman inched closer to the side of the road, then opened the door, reached out, and grabbed the two toys, yanking them into the car and throwing them onto the passenger seat.

"Yay!" cried Maria happily.

Now that had been unexpected. One moment they were sitting in the grass, thinking of hitching another ride, when usddnely they were grabbed and hurled into a car.

"I'm gonna call you Bun-Bun and you Stripy!" screamed a high-pitched young voice.

"WHY, DEAR GOD, WHY?" exclaimed Hobbes. The girl seemed not to hear-no surprise there, seeing as she had no true imaginative ability. Right now she was giggling while chewing on a carrot stick, and holding a decapitated Barbie in the other hand. No seat belt, of course.

Mr. Bun fainted right then and there, once he realized what fate awaited them.