This may be the final episode of the story. Or the second to last. I don't know yet.

Disclaimer: I ain't owning no Calvin and Hobbes…sorry.

"That's where I saw the leprechaun…he told me to burn things."

~Ralph Wiggim~ "Simpsons"

"Well, ya done grand, laddie! Now you know what you gotta do now: burn the house down! Burn `em all!"

~Ralph's Leprechaun~ "Simpsons"

This hadn't gone according to plan. Chic wasn't supposed to be sitting there, dripping with saliva. Still, it was enough to give Calvin a pretty good head start to the front lawn. He was pretty grateful.

Of course, all good things must come to an end, Calvin soon realized, as the shrubbery behind him was mutilated and a rather pissed Chic began to tear across the snow.

"Eeep!" he uttered and managed to dig up a little bit of more energy, a little more of the will to survive, and managed to get just a little faster.

Calvin eep!-ed again as he felt several sharp points stick into his back and he was thrown to the ground, backflipping, turning, then landing face-down.

Calvin struggled to his feet and took another slash to his face, running parallel lines of crimson across his cheek. Another push and a kick to the stomach. He grunted and was shoved hard into the bush behind him. He breathed hard, spat out the blood filling his mouth, and looked up in time to take another slashing to his chest. He shrieked and collapsed to his knees.

It seemed like an eternity, albeit in real time it had been three seconds, but Calvin could swear he had watched Chic circle around him forever, interrogating him almost. He could barely hear her, however. There was another noise. It sounded like a car choking to life, and then an angry buzz of bees. Calvin grimaced and coughed up more blood.

"Well, I'm afraid this is your final stand, Calvin. Think about it…we could have been powerful together. Nothing would stand in our way. We could have ditched Hobbes. I could make a better tiger than he ever could. Imagine what we could have done! Ruled the neighborhood, ruled this whole stinking town! We could stop by the Meijer your mother picked me up from! I would rub it in the other animals' faces! They said I would never be picked, that my plans for revenge on them wouldn't be accomplished! Now I can do it, and I would have preferred you had been on my shoulder. But alas that cannot be. And don't worry, I'll take good care of Hobbes for you. I was originally going to kill him first, but I'm really going to savor this moment, albeit I am disappointed."

Calvin groaned, because amongst Chic he could hear the droning of the bees again.

Time to filibuster.

"Y-you're right Chic."

Calvin hadn't been watching. He was in his own realm currently, amongst the Chic and the Bees, but he was still in this world enough to be able to stall Chic long enough for…what? What was he expecting to come out of this? He didn't know, but he hoped it would be good.

Chic, who had had her claws raised, stopped them above Calvin's blonde head. She would still kill him, but he wanted to hear him try to stall her anyway.

"W-we could have been p-p-powerful. I have some bodies to bury too, but I would like to kill them too. Think, we could g-g-get Susie, and every other girl in my class. Then we could cut open Roz for all the cruel times she's given me." Calvin hated to say the next part, but it would be the only way Chic wouldn't cut him open. "And we could get H-hobbes too."

A tangy, wonderful taste filled Chic's mouth at the mention of slashing open Hobbes. She liked the idea of Calvin deflecting to the away team. Hobbes would like this.

The sound of bees seemed to get louder.

However, she just couldn't. Her whole speech had been crap, and she hadn't meant a word, at least, not most of it.

Bees getting closer.

"Well, Calvin, as tempting as it is, I most decline your offer."

Bees really loud now, really close.

Chic raised her claws.

Calvin looked up, and all seemed to stop.

"When you get to hell," started Chic, "tell them Chic sentcha!"

Suddenly, as the blades of the snowblower came across Chic, ending her life, she realized that she should have killed the tiger first.

It happened so fast that Calvin had almost missed it. Chic wore an expression of mixed horror and surprise. This most definitely hadn't been in the script. Calvin watched as the blades turned and caught onto Chic's tail. The machine sputtered and choked as the tail caught, and as the feet disappeared, but after that had gotten through it went like a breeze. Silently, Chic was sucked underneath and into the blades. From the exit pipe came a wave of blood and several muscle tissues. No more would appear. The blood stained the snow a dark crimson along with the muscle tissue and organ shreds (months later, as Calvin's Dad would mow the lawn, he would notice just before it was sucked up by the mower, he saw only gray, faded shreds of stuffing).

Then it was all over, and the sound of bees was shut off.

Behind the blower stood Hobbes.

"H-h-hobbes!" choked Calvin as he struggled off of the ground.

"Calvin! Are you alright?" He said, running from the snowblower.

"What does it look like, idiot?" Calving groaned as Hobbes helped him to his feet. "Well, at least your second plan worked."

"Second? That was my first." Calvin frowned. "So Susie just came over on her own?" "Looks like it."

Calvin shrugged it off. "Where did you get the snowblower?"

"Stole it from the Smith's yard." Calvin looked over the fence to see the Smith's garage door open and leading from it tracks that looked like what a tiger with a snowblower would make.

"Let's get in. We should probably clean up." groaned Calvin. Hobbes helped him up. "You know, too bad that it turns out she was so evil and whatnot. She was kinda cute. Yowza yowza!"

"Drop dead, Hobbes. She tried to kill you! Me too-"

"-with her cute green eyes, and I'm sure I could get her to call me Pootie Pie. Yowza!"

"Only you." muttered Calvin, who got a laugh out of Hobbes. The two turned from the killing ground, laughing. How could they not? It was the best day of the year, the Saturday before Christmas, and a fresh layer of snow was starting to fall from the sky…

Fin`

(I might make a sequel. Depends on how much people review this last chapter.)