Hobbes woke with a start. He tried to remember what had happened last. All he could remember was.... "CALVIN!" he screamed, and looked around to find Calvin, who wasn't anywhere near him. This was one mess Calvin had gotten them into that wasn't so small.
"CALVIN!" he called a second time. Still, no answer. Of course, Hobbes figured that Calvin was hiding from him. He thought that Calvin had hid from him. He got up and dusted off a little debris, and walked in the direction where the smoking spaceship was.
"Our hero, the fearless Spaceman Spiff, Interplanetary Explorer Extroardenaire, is lost on a hostile, alien world, only known as X," Calvin narrated to himself. He didn't have to see an alien world in his imagination, he could see if for real this time. He was doing another one of his Spaceman Spiff narrations. "Suddenly, he spots an orange cat like creature.... uh oh!" Calvin said, quickly switching to reality. Hobbes was storming towards him.
"CALVIN!" he yelled.
"Um... heh... hi, Hobbes!" Calvin said, grinning sheepishly. Hobbes, apparently, wasn't in the mood for fun.
"Alright, Calvin! What happened?!?" Hobbes yelled, once again, and picked Calvin up by the colar of his shirt. Calvin just grinned sheepishly in his face. "Quit the theatrics, and tell me what happened!"
"OK! I'll tell you! The ship crashed! We're stuck!" Calvin confessed.
"We're WHAT?!?!" Hobbes yelled again. He was so mad at Calvin.
"The ship malfuntioned and crash landed here. We're stuck. I can't repare it. All we have left is the DTW!" Calvin replied, squirming out of Hobbes's grip. "Now, c'mon. Let's get outta here. I have the DTW. I want to go home!"
"Fine... fine..." Hobbes grumbled. His idea of going home comfortably was not by means of a rifridgerator box.
They walked some way, because the Dimensional Time Warper had flown several hundered yards. When they did reach it, however, Calvin was glad to report that everything was in fine working order, except that their food supply was low.
"Oh great!" Hobbes moaned. "We don't have anything to eat? We could be stuck out here for weeks!"
"Oh, hush up you big baby. We'll get home eventually. See this?" Calvin pointed to a grid he had drawn on the Dimensional Time Warper.
"Yeah," Hobbes replied, unimpressed by Calvin's less than good drawing ability.
"Well, that thing can steer us in any direction we want!" Calvin said happily. Hobbes, however, wasn't pleased with it.
"YOU COULD STEER THIS THING THE WHOLE TIME AND YOU HAVEN'T? WHY DIDN'T YOU?!?!?" he screamed at Calvin, who quickly answered.
"Well, I wasn't sure it would work, so I didn't really want to test it out unless I was postive, so I-"
"Get in!" Hobbes said gruffly, and grabbed Calvin by his legs and put him in upside-down.
"OW!" Calvin complained, as he sat upright.
"Now," Hobbes continued, closing the box lids, "steer us home!"
Pressing a large button, the Dimensional Time Warper lifed up off of the ground and into space. "OK..." Calvin said, staring at the screen and out of the window, which matched. "I need to steer us to the left..." The box made a sharp turn to the left. After an hour or so of painstakingly small course changes, they eventually reached Earth. Looking down, Calvin complained.
"How come North America isn't purple like on my map?"
"I don't care! JUST LAND!" Hobbes shouted.
Finally, after fifteen minutes, they landed in Calvin's backyard. No longer bright like it was at noon, when they left, Calvin checked his watch. "HOLY SMOKES! WE'VE BEEN GONE FOR FOURTEEN HOURS!"
Quietly, the pair tried to sneak into Calvin's bedroom, but when they entered the house through the sliding glass door, a surprise was wating for them.
"It's awefully late, Calvin," Calvin's father said from the couch.
Calvin wished he could dissappear forever then. His dad was sitting on the couch. Apparently, he had been waiting for Calvin ever since it got dark.
"Gee, Dad, I'd sure like to explain, but-"
"Your mother is worrid sick about you, young man. Now, I suggest you go upstaris and tell her that your back. She's considered calling the police, since we haven't seen you since you took your bath this afternoon," his dad inturrupted. "And then we're going to discuss what exactly you've done to upset us so much, Calvin. Now, go on!"
Grumbling, Calvin marched upstairs to his parents' bedroom, where his mom was lying in bed, with three empty box of tissues. "Mom.... I'm awefully sorry..." Calvin started to say, but his mom wouldn't hear of it.
The next morning, Calvin was grounded for a month, for missing dinner, being out past 8 o'clock, and worrying his parents. He wasn't allowed to watch television, go outside, or anything he enjoyed. He had to sit in his bedroom all of that time. This was just another usual day in the life of Calvin.
"CALVIN!" he called a second time. Still, no answer. Of course, Hobbes figured that Calvin was hiding from him. He thought that Calvin had hid from him. He got up and dusted off a little debris, and walked in the direction where the smoking spaceship was.
"Our hero, the fearless Spaceman Spiff, Interplanetary Explorer Extroardenaire, is lost on a hostile, alien world, only known as X," Calvin narrated to himself. He didn't have to see an alien world in his imagination, he could see if for real this time. He was doing another one of his Spaceman Spiff narrations. "Suddenly, he spots an orange cat like creature.... uh oh!" Calvin said, quickly switching to reality. Hobbes was storming towards him.
"CALVIN!" he yelled.
"Um... heh... hi, Hobbes!" Calvin said, grinning sheepishly. Hobbes, apparently, wasn't in the mood for fun.
"Alright, Calvin! What happened?!?" Hobbes yelled, once again, and picked Calvin up by the colar of his shirt. Calvin just grinned sheepishly in his face. "Quit the theatrics, and tell me what happened!"
"OK! I'll tell you! The ship crashed! We're stuck!" Calvin confessed.
"We're WHAT?!?!" Hobbes yelled again. He was so mad at Calvin.
"The ship malfuntioned and crash landed here. We're stuck. I can't repare it. All we have left is the DTW!" Calvin replied, squirming out of Hobbes's grip. "Now, c'mon. Let's get outta here. I have the DTW. I want to go home!"
"Fine... fine..." Hobbes grumbled. His idea of going home comfortably was not by means of a rifridgerator box.
They walked some way, because the Dimensional Time Warper had flown several hundered yards. When they did reach it, however, Calvin was glad to report that everything was in fine working order, except that their food supply was low.
"Oh great!" Hobbes moaned. "We don't have anything to eat? We could be stuck out here for weeks!"
"Oh, hush up you big baby. We'll get home eventually. See this?" Calvin pointed to a grid he had drawn on the Dimensional Time Warper.
"Yeah," Hobbes replied, unimpressed by Calvin's less than good drawing ability.
"Well, that thing can steer us in any direction we want!" Calvin said happily. Hobbes, however, wasn't pleased with it.
"YOU COULD STEER THIS THING THE WHOLE TIME AND YOU HAVEN'T? WHY DIDN'T YOU?!?!?" he screamed at Calvin, who quickly answered.
"Well, I wasn't sure it would work, so I didn't really want to test it out unless I was postive, so I-"
"Get in!" Hobbes said gruffly, and grabbed Calvin by his legs and put him in upside-down.
"OW!" Calvin complained, as he sat upright.
"Now," Hobbes continued, closing the box lids, "steer us home!"
Pressing a large button, the Dimensional Time Warper lifed up off of the ground and into space. "OK..." Calvin said, staring at the screen and out of the window, which matched. "I need to steer us to the left..." The box made a sharp turn to the left. After an hour or so of painstakingly small course changes, they eventually reached Earth. Looking down, Calvin complained.
"How come North America isn't purple like on my map?"
"I don't care! JUST LAND!" Hobbes shouted.
Finally, after fifteen minutes, they landed in Calvin's backyard. No longer bright like it was at noon, when they left, Calvin checked his watch. "HOLY SMOKES! WE'VE BEEN GONE FOR FOURTEEN HOURS!"
Quietly, the pair tried to sneak into Calvin's bedroom, but when they entered the house through the sliding glass door, a surprise was wating for them.
"It's awefully late, Calvin," Calvin's father said from the couch.
Calvin wished he could dissappear forever then. His dad was sitting on the couch. Apparently, he had been waiting for Calvin ever since it got dark.
"Gee, Dad, I'd sure like to explain, but-"
"Your mother is worrid sick about you, young man. Now, I suggest you go upstaris and tell her that your back. She's considered calling the police, since we haven't seen you since you took your bath this afternoon," his dad inturrupted. "And then we're going to discuss what exactly you've done to upset us so much, Calvin. Now, go on!"
Grumbling, Calvin marched upstairs to his parents' bedroom, where his mom was lying in bed, with three empty box of tissues. "Mom.... I'm awefully sorry..." Calvin started to say, but his mom wouldn't hear of it.
The next morning, Calvin was grounded for a month, for missing dinner, being out past 8 o'clock, and worrying his parents. He wasn't allowed to watch television, go outside, or anything he enjoyed. He had to sit in his bedroom all of that time. This was just another usual day in the life of Calvin.