A/N: Well, I never intended to make a part two of this, so BenRB, that's why it isn't that long. But, I guess I'll make a sequel if people really want me to. (I haven't gotten Microsoft Word fixed. I'm using my school's computer.) I don't own Calvin and Hobbes.

"I tell you, Hobbes, with Moe being suspended for 10 days, Susie being out of my class, and no homework yet, I'd say I've got second grade curled around my finger," Calvin said later that afternoon, when he got home from school. He lied back on his bed, and let out a long, loud sigh.

"Well, having Moe suspended is good. That way you won't be asking me to devour him for a while," Hobbes commented. "But I'm not sure if having Susie out of your class is a good thing. I mean, she gives you answers to all of those math problems!"

"But they were wrong," Calvin grumbled. He stopped to remember the last time they had a math test in first grade.

"Hey, Susie! What's 6 plus 4?" Calvin asked, in a whispered voice.

"Well, I suppose I can tell you…999 zillion!" she said, pretending to be having a hard time giving Calvin the answer.

"Wow! Thanks!"

"…. and later that day, I flunked the math test! I nearly was going to be expelled!" Calvin explained to Hobbes.

"Oh. Well, it makes sense to me. You see-"

"Don't give me any of your math!" Calvin interrupted his friend.

"Well, excuse me!" Hobbes retorted.

"You are!" Calvin said, getting mad.

"CALVIN!" his mom's voice floated up the stairs, into his bedroom. "DINNER TIME!"

"See you after dinner!" Calvin hopped off of his bed, and ran downstairs to dinner.

The next day at school, Calvin was sitting at his desk, when Mr. McSmith made an announcement. "I have a procedure," Mr. McSmith said to his class, "called the Birthday Club Board!"

Some of the class (those who had Miss Wormwood) groaned. In Miss Wormwood's class, she had a 'Birthday Club Board' and it had failed. Many of the students threw glares at Calvin, since it was his fault for ruining Miss Wormwood's Birthday Club Board. Calvin remembered the day well.

"Alright, class!" Miss Wormwood said. "Today, I'm introducing the Birthday Club Board! Now, all of you, print your name and birthday neatly on a slip of paper, and give it to… oh, how about Calvin!" After everybody had finished printing their name and birthday, they passed them up to Calvin. "Now, Calvin," Miss Wormwood said sternly, "keep these very safe. We'll post the birthday's on the board, and on the last day of school, we'll have a drawing, and the student who wins will win a jumbo size bag of candy, as well as all of the gifts that I give out throughout the year!"

When the last day of school came, Miss Wormwood asked Calvin for the sheets of paper. He said he couldn't find them, so the Birthday Club Board idea was ruined.

"Come on, class! This'll be fun! After you fill out the slips with your name and birthday, pass them up to Calvin!" Mr. McSmith said, and pointed at Calvin.

Calvin grinned sheepishly, and wrote down on his slip of paper.

Calvin

November 18

After a few minutes, Mr. McSmith asked the class to pass their papers forward. "Give them to Calvin, and Calvin, please keep them in a safe place until the last day of school!" Reluctantly, the class passed their papers forward to Calvin.

"You'd better not mess this up, Calvin," Tommy Chestnut hissed in his ear when he gave Calvin his paper.

"Heh heh… I won't!" Calvin grinned.

"Now, class, let's get started on the math lesson!"

"I can't believe that you have to keep the Birthday Club Board again!" Hobbes exclaimed later, when they were walking in the woods.

"Tell me about it! Obviously, Mr. McSmith doesn't know what happened last year! Where can we keep these papers?" Calvin asked, taking all of the slips of paper out of his pants pocket.

"We could take them to Mars," Hobbes suggested.

"Hobbes! You're a genius!" Calvin shouted.

"Well, no doubt there," Hobbes said smugly.

"C'mon! We have to go up to the house to get the wagon!" Calvin ran off in the direction of his house, closely followed by Hobbes.

A few minutes later, they were standing on top of a steep hill, which they used to go to Mars once when Calvin was in first grade. "Ready to go, Hobbes?" Calvin asked when he reached the top of the hill. He looked down at a crate and a wooden board he had set down.

"As I'll ever be…" Hobbes muttered.

Calvin hopped into the wagon. "Push it, Hobbes!" Calvin cried. Hobbes started running down the hill, wagon in tow, and then jumped into the wagon once they had gained a good amount of speed. When the wagon hit the wooden crate, they flew up and up and up and cleared the atmosphere. They continued going up until they reached the bleakness of space. "Yes! We're going back to Mars!" Calvin cried in glee. The wagon went off in the direction of Mars for about an hour, and then, they reached the Martian atmosphere. With a thud, they landed on Mars.

"Well, set the papers down and we can go back home!" Hobbes said. He looked sick from they trip to Mars.

"Um… I don't think we can do that now," Calvin gulped.

"Oh, and why not?" Hobbes asked.

"Because, we're being surrounded by Martians this very minute!"