A/N: Ok, here's another chapter of Lord of the Clones!!! And thank you to all of my reviewers!! I'll do a reply to everyone one who has reviewed next chapter!
Disclaimer: I don't own Hobbes, nor do I own any of the 6 Calvins. (If I did, would you think I would be posting my story here?)
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Chapter 2- The Big Red Button
Calvin turned the arrow to point to 'Spaceman Spiff Calvin' and stepped inside.
ZAP!!
Out walked Calvin and Spaceman Spiff.
"Nice room," Spiff said appreciatively.
"Thanks, wait here, more are on their way!" Calvin said casually.
Calvin repeat what he had done until he had five more Calvins standing in front of him.
"This better be important! I was in the middle of playing a championship game of Calvinball!" said the Calvinball World Champion.
"Yeah, I was out looking for crime!" Stupendous Man declared!
"Well, I was on a case." Tracer Bullet said simply.
"I was on a mission of ridding the world of slimy girls," said the Dictator-For-Life of G.R.O.S.S.
"But this is IMPORTANT!!" Calvin yelled over his clones. "Rosalyn's coming to ... baby-sit!!" he finished drastically
"Who cares about YOUR problems? Ya think we don't have any of our own?!?!" Spiff said abruptly.
"Ya, why should we listen to you?" the masked Calvinball player said suspiciously.
"C'mon guys, let's get outta here," motioning for the rest of the clones to follow him, the G.R.O.S.S. club leader stalked out of the room. The rest eagerly followed him, leaving a dumbstruck Calvin and a tiger with a rather amused expression on his face to themselves.
"Told you it wouldn't work," Hobbes said as he chuckled to himself as he got off the bed from where he was watching. But as he slid off of the bed, he noticed something he was sure Calvin hadn't.
"Ummmm, by any chance did you intentionally set the ethicator to 'Evil'?" he asked tentatively.
"WHAT?!?! It's set to 'Evil'?! Oh my gosh! You remember how bad it was to have one clone of my good side around, just imagine 4 clones of my BAD side!!"
"Errr ... There's 5..."
"This is bad ... This is really bad ... What are we going to do?!?!"
Again, Hobbes looked amused. "We? What makes you think I'm any part of this. I told you I'm not going to get involved." He picked up another 'Captain Napalm' comic book. [A/N: Please excuse me if I spelled it wrong!]
"Don't read my comic books!" Calvin snapped at him.
"You just worry about you clones ... and what you're going to about Rosalyn."
"Oh no! I forgot! I still need to come up with a plan to get rid of Rosalyn." Calvin said as decided he would have to leave the clone problem alone while he worked on the problem he would most probably have to face sooner.
~*Meanwhile*~
"So what are we going to do? I need to get back to my game" whined the Calvinball champion. They were all outside in the back yard, not knowing what to do next.
"Well, it's not like we can just go back to where we came from..." Tracer Bullet shot back.
Silence fell over them until the Dictator-For-Life of G.R.O.S.S spoke, "Why don't we do something ... diabolical..." and evil grin formed on his face.
"Oh!" Stupendous Man exclaimed, "We could but plastic wrap over the toilet!!"
The Dictator looked pondered on this idea for awhile, then spoke. "No, no, I thick I can come up with something a little bit better … I'm talking about, RULING THE WORLD!!! BWAHAHAHAHA!!! .... But there's only one person who stands in our way..."
"Who?" Spiff asked, oblivious to the obvious answer.
"Who else ... Calvin!" the leader of G.R.O.S.S. replied.
"Which one?" asked Tracer Bullet asked. "There's 6 of us."
The Dictator-For-Life looked heavily annoyed by now. "The ORIGINAL Calvin!!"
"Ooooooooooooooooooooh," it seemed as if the other four finally understood.
"We should have a base or something then." Tracer Bullet said knowingly.
"I know!! No one would suspect we were trying to take over the Earth if we weren't even ON Earth!!" Spiff said excitedly.
The Calvinball player now spoke up. "Yeah, but how are we going to get off Earth?" he said in a grumpy tone. "Go and fly off in your little spaceship?" he added sarcastically. He obviously hadn't heard of Spiff before.
"Umm, yeah, that's pretty much what I had in mind..." Spiff pushed a button on his belt and out of thin air, his little trademark spaceship appeared.
The others looked impressed. Spiff seemed to notice that, too. "What did you think I traveled in? A shoe box?" he asked sarcastically, then added triumphantly, "I am, of course, Spaceman Spiff!"
"It looks kinda small..." Stupendous Man pointed out.
"Yeah, would it fit all of us? I'm too valuable to get squished, you know!" the masked Calvin (Calvinball Calvin) said snottily.
"Actually, it's quite roomy." Spiff said proudly as he opened the capsule to climb in. He jumped inside right into the driver's seat and saw no one had made an attempt to get in.
"Oh, c'mon!! What are you? Chicken?" He knew that if any of the clones were anything like him (which they would be, because they're clones) they wouldn't want to be seen too chicken to do something.
And as Spiff had predicted, at his words, the other 4 of them boldly moved towards the ship. One by one they climbed in to find it was indeed, much bigger than it looked from the outside. It had a couch behind the captains chair that swept into a semicircle, big enough to comfortably sit 7 people.
As they all sat down, Spiff closed the entranceway. Making sure everybody had sat down, he pushed the big red button and in a flash, they were gone, off into the far stretches of the galaxy.
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A/N: So you've read, now please review!! Remember, I support burning down the schools, do you? To show your support by flaming me on this story!! (But only if ya really want to! ^-^)
Disclaimer: I don't own Hobbes, nor do I own any of the 6 Calvins. (If I did, would you think I would be posting my story here?)
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Chapter 2- The Big Red Button
Calvin turned the arrow to point to 'Spaceman Spiff Calvin' and stepped inside.
ZAP!!
Out walked Calvin and Spaceman Spiff.
"Nice room," Spiff said appreciatively.
"Thanks, wait here, more are on their way!" Calvin said casually.
Calvin repeat what he had done until he had five more Calvins standing in front of him.
"This better be important! I was in the middle of playing a championship game of Calvinball!" said the Calvinball World Champion.
"Yeah, I was out looking for crime!" Stupendous Man declared!
"Well, I was on a case." Tracer Bullet said simply.
"I was on a mission of ridding the world of slimy girls," said the Dictator-For-Life of G.R.O.S.S.
"But this is IMPORTANT!!" Calvin yelled over his clones. "Rosalyn's coming to ... baby-sit!!" he finished drastically
"Who cares about YOUR problems? Ya think we don't have any of our own?!?!" Spiff said abruptly.
"Ya, why should we listen to you?" the masked Calvinball player said suspiciously.
"C'mon guys, let's get outta here," motioning for the rest of the clones to follow him, the G.R.O.S.S. club leader stalked out of the room. The rest eagerly followed him, leaving a dumbstruck Calvin and a tiger with a rather amused expression on his face to themselves.
"Told you it wouldn't work," Hobbes said as he chuckled to himself as he got off the bed from where he was watching. But as he slid off of the bed, he noticed something he was sure Calvin hadn't.
"Ummmm, by any chance did you intentionally set the ethicator to 'Evil'?" he asked tentatively.
"WHAT?!?! It's set to 'Evil'?! Oh my gosh! You remember how bad it was to have one clone of my good side around, just imagine 4 clones of my BAD side!!"
"Errr ... There's 5..."
"This is bad ... This is really bad ... What are we going to do?!?!"
Again, Hobbes looked amused. "We? What makes you think I'm any part of this. I told you I'm not going to get involved." He picked up another 'Captain Napalm' comic book. [A/N: Please excuse me if I spelled it wrong!]
"Don't read my comic books!" Calvin snapped at him.
"You just worry about you clones ... and what you're going to about Rosalyn."
"Oh no! I forgot! I still need to come up with a plan to get rid of Rosalyn." Calvin said as decided he would have to leave the clone problem alone while he worked on the problem he would most probably have to face sooner.
~*Meanwhile*~
"So what are we going to do? I need to get back to my game" whined the Calvinball champion. They were all outside in the back yard, not knowing what to do next.
"Well, it's not like we can just go back to where we came from..." Tracer Bullet shot back.
Silence fell over them until the Dictator-For-Life of G.R.O.S.S spoke, "Why don't we do something ... diabolical..." and evil grin formed on his face.
"Oh!" Stupendous Man exclaimed, "We could but plastic wrap over the toilet!!"
The Dictator looked pondered on this idea for awhile, then spoke. "No, no, I thick I can come up with something a little bit better … I'm talking about, RULING THE WORLD!!! BWAHAHAHAHA!!! .... But there's only one person who stands in our way..."
"Who?" Spiff asked, oblivious to the obvious answer.
"Who else ... Calvin!" the leader of G.R.O.S.S. replied.
"Which one?" asked Tracer Bullet asked. "There's 6 of us."
The Dictator-For-Life looked heavily annoyed by now. "The ORIGINAL Calvin!!"
"Ooooooooooooooooooooh," it seemed as if the other four finally understood.
"We should have a base or something then." Tracer Bullet said knowingly.
"I know!! No one would suspect we were trying to take over the Earth if we weren't even ON Earth!!" Spiff said excitedly.
The Calvinball player now spoke up. "Yeah, but how are we going to get off Earth?" he said in a grumpy tone. "Go and fly off in your little spaceship?" he added sarcastically. He obviously hadn't heard of Spiff before.
"Umm, yeah, that's pretty much what I had in mind..." Spiff pushed a button on his belt and out of thin air, his little trademark spaceship appeared.
The others looked impressed. Spiff seemed to notice that, too. "What did you think I traveled in? A shoe box?" he asked sarcastically, then added triumphantly, "I am, of course, Spaceman Spiff!"
"It looks kinda small..." Stupendous Man pointed out.
"Yeah, would it fit all of us? I'm too valuable to get squished, you know!" the masked Calvin (Calvinball Calvin) said snottily.
"Actually, it's quite roomy." Spiff said proudly as he opened the capsule to climb in. He jumped inside right into the driver's seat and saw no one had made an attempt to get in.
"Oh, c'mon!! What are you? Chicken?" He knew that if any of the clones were anything like him (which they would be, because they're clones) they wouldn't want to be seen too chicken to do something.
And as Spiff had predicted, at his words, the other 4 of them boldly moved towards the ship. One by one they climbed in to find it was indeed, much bigger than it looked from the outside. It had a couch behind the captains chair that swept into a semicircle, big enough to comfortably sit 7 people.
As they all sat down, Spiff closed the entranceway. Making sure everybody had sat down, he pushed the big red button and in a flash, they were gone, off into the far stretches of the galaxy.
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A/N: So you've read, now please review!! Remember, I support burning down the schools, do you? To show your support by flaming me on this story!! (But only if ya really want to! ^-^)