"AND STAY OUT!" And with that, the manager of the Perfect Wonder Inn slammed the door, leaving Calvin and Hobbes outside.

Calvin blinked.

"Well, at least we're away from Chill." He said.

Hobbes rolled his eyes.


Meanwhile, in the hotel, everyone in the hotel were panicking, running around in circles, and trying to get out of Chill's way as he streamed past them.

He walked up to a terrified hotel clerk.

"Out of my way, FOOL! And furthermore, your mother was an ugly toad!"

The clerk screamed, and rushed off.

Chill chuckled.

"When you're a villain, everyone respects you."

Uh huh.

Just then several police cars screeched to a stop in front of the Inn.

Chill watched from a window on the eighth floor.

"Except those guys." He said, as the police burst out of their cars, and ran into the hotel holding their guns.

Chill walked past the screaming, scurrying crowd over to the stairs.

"This should take care of those coppers!" He chuckled.

He kicked a stack of ten gallon buckets, and they all went tumbling down the stairs.

Chill chortled.

"That takes care of that."

Just then, the elevator door opened, and several policemen came running out.

Chill watched.

"Unless they do that." He said. "Ah well, ON TO PLAN B!"

"FREEZE!" A policeman screamed, pointing his gun at Chill.

"YOU'LL NEVER THAW ME, COPPERS!" Chill screamed.

And with that, he leaped onto the railing, and went sliding down the stairs.

The police went after him.

Chill continued to slide down the railing, ad he watched as the police tripped over the buckets and other things Chill flung down the stairs.

"Heh, heh," Chill laughed. "That takes care of that." He turned around. "Now to enjoy the ride to the bottom of the... OH NO!"

The railing ended with a statue of cupid on the end, holding an arrow up.

The sharp end was pointing right at Chill.

Chill grabbed hold of both sides of the railing, and he slowly started to slow down.

He was inches away from the metal point, when he stopped.

Chill opened one eye.

"Phew!" He sighed.

He leaped off the railing, and rushed past the screaming crowd, and towards the emergency door.

He ripped the door open, and rushed outside.

"YOO HOO!" He screamed. "CALVIN! IT'S ME! RUPERT CHILL! ESCAPED CONVICT AND BROTHER OF JOHN CHILL!"

Chill opened his eyes.

Over a hundred guns were cocked, and pointed at Chill as several policemen stood behind their cars, ready for action.

Chill blinked, several times.

"I gotta stop doing that." He said to himself.

Chill pointed at the sky.

"LOOK! IT'S A...uh... CLOUD THAT LOOKS LIKE A DUCK!"

No one moved.

"Ya know that one, huh?" Chill asked, scratching his head. "VERY WELL!"

Chill grabbed a shovel.

"He's got a weapon!" one of the cops said. "DROP YOUR WEAPON!"

"NEVER!" Chill screamed.

And with that he began...

Do you know what he was doing?

He had taken the shovel, and he was now trying to dig his way out!

Can you believe that?

I can't.

The policemen all stared at Chill in disbelief as he flung dirt over his shoulder, and continued digging.

When the hole was five feet deep, Chill paused, and turned back to the crowd of authorities.

"Ya know, if you had an ounce of decency left in ya, you'd let me do this for all the trouble I went through."

The police stared at him.

Chill went back to digging.

Several policemen exchanged glances.

"Uh huh." One said.

The police began to move towards Chill.

Just then, the sounds of digging stopped.

The police ran up to the six foot hole, and saw...

HUH?!

Chill was gone!

And all at once the police were screaming.

"HOW DID HE DO THAT! WHERE IS HE! WHERE'D HE GO!" And so on.

Chill walked up to his mustang on the other side of the hotel.

"I have to give that Physical Fitness class I took some credit." He chuckled, opening the door. "I can run faster than a speeding bullet."

Chill revved the engine up, and roared away from the hotel.

Calvin and Hobbes walked away from the hotel.

"Well, now what are we going to do?" Calvin asked. "We're lost in a huge city, there's some crazed lunatic after us, and The Perfect Wonder Inn kicked us out!"

"The story of my life." Hobbes said.

"Well, maybe we can stay at another hotel." Calvin said. "After all we have..."

Calvin reached into his pocket.

His grin faded.

Hobbes stared at him.

"You lost the wallet, didn't you?" He asked.

"Maybe."

"Terrific. We're lost and broke."

"Well, on the bright side, Chill hasn't killed us."

"How comforting."

"It is, isn't it?"

Hot summer streets and the pavements are burning. I sit around.

Calvin and Hobbes spent the next few hours roaming the city.

Trying to smile, but the air is so heavy and dry.

To add insult to injury, it was summer, so right now it was really hot outside. They were sweating up a flood!

Strange voices are saying (ah, what did they say?) things I can't understand.

They attempted to get a ride on a bus, but were thrown off when they didn't have any change.

It's too close for comfort; this heat has got right out of hand.

After yelling many unkind things at the bus as it drove away, Calvin picked himself off of the sidewalk and carried on, and Hobbes loyally followed.

It's a cruel, (cruel) cruel summer leaving me here on my own.

Calvin and Hobbes examined a map of the city. They found a little dot that said "YOU ARE HERE…AND ARE HOPELESSLY LOST".

It's a cruel, (it's a cruel) cruel summer.

Calvin and Hobbes walked throughout the city until the sun started to set.

Now you're gone. You're not the only one. It's a cruel…

When nighttime came around, they slept on the benches at the park.

They stayed there until a bunch of dogs came along and chased them away.

The city is crowded, my friends are away and I'm on my own.

Calvin and Hobbes walked through a thick crowd in the middle of a street.

A car released its exhaust all over them.

Calvin kicked the car and ran.

It's too hot to handle, so I gotta get up and go, and go.

Hobbes rolled his eyes and ran after him.

It's a cruel, (cruel) cruel summer leaving me here on my own.

The sun started to beat down on them now.

They actually felt like they were melting.

It's a cruel, (it's a cruel) cruel summer.

Calvin pulled a small handheld fan out of the hypercube, and for a few seconds, he felt cooler. But then it broke down, and then he threw it away in disgust.

Now you're gone. You're not the only one.

Later, Calvin stood impatiently outside a restroom.

Finally, Hobbes came out.

It's a cruel, cruel summer (leaving me) leaving me here on my own.

Calvin and Hobbes held up a map and looked at a bunch of street signs.

They were pointing in several directions.

Calvin looked from the signs to the map, and then back to the signs.

Then he crumpled up the map and threw it away.

It's a cruel, (it's a cruel) cruel summer. Now you're gone. You're not the only one. It's a cruel…

Calvin started hitting a street sign with his foot in frustration.

Hobbes watched with interest.

Now don't you leave me. Now don't you leave me. Well don't you leave me. Come on, come on.

Next they spotted an ice cream cart.

Calvin activated the time pauser.

BOOM!

Desperate from starvation, Calvin and Hobbes jumped inside the cart.

But during the raid, Calvin accidentally unpaused time.

BOOM!

And then the brakes came loose.

Now don't you leave me. Now don't you leave me. Well don't you leave me. Come on, come on.

The ice cream guy turned around just in time to see the cart roll away.

Calvin and Hobbes hadn't noticed yet. They just kept eating as much ice cream as they could.

Finally the cart crashed into streetlight, and Calvin and Hobbes were flung from it, and soared from it and flew away.

It's a cruel, cruel summer (leaving me) leaving me here on my own. It's a cruel, (it's a cruel) cruel summer. Now you're gone. You're not the only one.

Calvin and Hobbes wandered the town with now sticky bodies and sick stomachs. They decided to swear off junk food for the rest of the day.

They got sick just looking at a baby sucking on a lollipop.

It's a cruel, cruel summer. It's a cruel, (it's a cruel) cruel summer.

That night, they slept a football stadium. They lay around and watched the stars.

Right now, all they wanted was to go home.

It's a cruel summer.