Chill was cruising the highway, searching the streets.
"Calvin? Get out here!" he shouted. "I can't exact my revenge if you're hiding from me! So get out here now!"
Chill honked the horn impatiently.
"Why can't things ever be easy for the bad guy?" he demanded.
Chill pulled over and got out.
But he put on a fake mustache just in case the cops were nearby.
He climbed on top of the car, and he pulled out a pair of binoculars. He started to look around the city through some binoculars.
"Hmmmm… Hmmmm… Hmmmm… Hmmmm… Hm—oh! I think that's him!"
Chill could see a spiky yellow blob and another orange and black blob running down the sidewalk just ahead.
"Gee… I wonder how I can be sure…," he pondered.
There was a brief pause.
Then he took a deep breath and screamed.
"CHOCOLATE FROSTED SUGAR BOMBS FOR FREE! COME AND GET 'EM!"
ZIP!
Calvin and Hobbes were at him in a second.
"Free cereal? Where? Where? Where?" Calvin squealed.
Hobbes tapped him on the shoulder.
Calvin looked up at him.
Hobbes pointed at Chill.
Calvin looked at Chill.
"Oh."
Another brief pause.
"RUN!"
Calvin and Hobbes tore down the street and across the street.
Calvin ripped out the hypercube, and yanked out the wagon, and slammed it on the ground. Hobbes hopped into the back, and Calvin jumped in front and took control.
Chill swerved around the corner, shouted in shock at the sudden appearance of the wagon, nearly swerved into a cop, and then resumed his normal state of mind.
The cops got angry, and they started chasing them.
Chill looked over his shoulder and saw the cops.
"Shoot," he muttered. "Oh well. Might as well get some good chase music."
Mark Joseph's Any Evidence came out of Chill's speakers.
(So tell me now) Is there any evidence that I'm goin' down?
Chill stomped on the gas and sped ahead.
Hobbes put the MTM on the back of the wagon and activated the fan feature.
(Show me how) Is there any evidence that I'm not around?
Calvin shot across a street during a green light.
Cars swerved to avoid him.
Chill managed to avoid them.
And the cops managed to keep on Chill's trail.
Well it's been hard, make no mistake. So try harder. Give me a break. But now where am I going to?
Calvin shot towards a drawbridge that was opening up to let a ship go through.
Hobbes put the fan on HIGH and they shot up and over the opening bridge, just barely making it.
Chill saw the bridge and knew better, so he took the next road that went around it.
The cops followed him.
At night when everyone's asleep, I lay awake. I'm thinkin' deep about all that I have to prove.
Calvin and Hobbes ran through an empty street and bounced over a mailbox and mailman.
The mailman stared for a minute, stuck the letters in the mailbox, stared again, and then ran off.
I crossed that bridge to the other side, but get nowhere 'cause it's in my mind.
Calvin and Hobbes then saw a bridge that was under repair.
Hobbes saw a pole that was sticking out of the ground.
He reached out and grabbed it, and the wagon swung out over the ledge and then back the way they'd came.
Now I've nothing left to lose!
Calvin and Hobbes high-fived and roared down the road again.
(So tell me now) Is there any evidence that I'm going down?
Chill, meanwhile, was trying to ditch the cops.
He was swerving all over a hilly street.
(Show me how) Is there any evidence that I'm not around?
Then Chill saw the wharf just ahead, which led straight to the bay.
It gave him an idea.
He sped towards it.
The cops followed.
Well it's been hard, make no mistake. So try harder. Give me a break. But now where am I going to?
Chill sped all the way down to the end of the wharf.
The cops started to pull alongside.
But just before the end, Chill slammed on the brakes.
The cops didn't see the edge and flew clean off.
SPLOOSH!
Chill burst out laughing.
"SO LONG, COPPERS!" he screamed.
So where am I going to?
Just then, he saw Calvin and Hobbes race by in his rearview mirror.
Chill turned the Mustang around and followed them.
"Over the streets, and past skyscrapers; look out, boy and tiger. It's your worst caper!" he mused.
Calvin then saw a movie theater.
He swerved the wagon around and towards it.
Without even looking at the ticket-taker, he shouted, "CAN'T STOP! BIG EMERGENCY!"
And they disappeared through the door.
The ticket-taker looked ahead…
…and saw a Mustang roaring straight at her.
"Oh…my…," she mumbled.
She ran out of the booth and out of the way.
Chill laughed manically.
"ONE TICKET FOR THE ACTION FLICK, BABY!" he boomed.
CRASH!
He demolished the ticket booth.
And there was a fountain not too far behind it.
So that meant another italic sound effect.
SPLASH!
Chill got out and examined the car.
It was smashed.
"Eh, I could nick that out."
Then the engine exploded.
"Ummm… Gee, what's Calvin doing right now?"
Chill ran into the theater.
Calvin and Hobbes had long since stuck the wagon and MTM back into the hypercube, and were currently wandering the theater.
"Okay," whispered Calvin. "We need to find a way to get into a theater and hide."
"Right behind ya," said Hobbes.
But then, Calvin noticed a round brown patch of hair walking through a crowd.
And in the person's pocket was a little ball of fur.
"What th—?" he whispered. "Hobbes, look! I think I see Andy and Sherman over there!"
"Huh?"
"Look! The red jersey, the blue jeans, the chain on the jeans, the bad hair, the precious hamster in his pocket, not to mention the eye of a guy who knows technology."
"Wow! What're they doing here?" Hobbes wondered.
"Who cares? Maybe they can help us!" said Calvin. "Come on!"
Calvin ran after them, but Hobbes was a little slow.
He didn't like the idea of working on a plan with Sherman.
And they ducked into the dark theater.
Chill entered the building a second after the door shut.
"Heh, heh, heh!" He chuckled, evilly.
