Calvin and Hobbes: Mission Sugar Rush

(Disclaimer: I do not own Calvin and Hobbes.)

Chapter 1: Prologue

Rosalyn, Calvin's babysitter, ran through the house in panic, looking for him and Hobbes. "Come on, you little twerp! Quit hiding! I told you that it was time to go to bed!" Oh my gosh, she thought, if this little brat is missing, his parents will kill me! Calvin had disappeared twenty minutes ago without a trace. "Oh, man! If I let him get kidnapped, I'll be thrown in jail!" she said. Beads of sweat began to break out on her forehead. She stuck her head in every room, calling his name. "Calvin! Where are you? Answer me, darn it!" she yelled. "If this is just some joke, you're going to be in big trouble!"

"Help me! Help me!" said a voice. "I'm stuck in here! Get me out!"

Rosalyn gasped. "Calvin? Where are you? Are you OK?" She tried to follow the sound of the voice, like a hound following a trail.

"Help me! Help me!" the voice continued to plead. "I'm in the closet, and the door is stuck. Please get me out!"

"The closet!" shouted Rosalyn. What if he was on the verge of suffocating or something? She ran down the hall and wrenched open the door. Without hesitating, she dug through all of the stuff. Winter boots, fallen jackets, and all kinds of boxes went flying every which way. "Calvin, are you hurt? Are you OK?" She hoped he wasn't hurt. The money for the bill would probably come out of her pay.

Rosalyn scooted farther into the closet. "I'm coming, Calvin. Everything's going to be OK!" But still, it seemed Calvin continued to cry for help. Rosalyn jumped as the door suddenly slammed shut behind her. Who did that?

"Help! Help me!" he continued to call. Rosalyn started to look farther into the closet, but a sudden laughing suprised her yet again.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AH-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! That was brilliant, Hobbes! She fell right into our trap! HAHAHAHA!" It was Calvin.

"What the...?" Rosalyn dug deeper into the closet, following the cries for help. She pulled something up. It was a little tape player. She took out the tape and read the label:

"Stuck in closet" tape. Property of club G.R.O.S.S

Realizing instantly what had happened, she tried the closet door. It was locked. "CALVIN! You sneaky little drip! Let me out NOW!"

"No way, dragon lady! Come on, Hobbes. Let's go raid the snack cabinet. Then we'll play with Rosalyn's new cell phone!"

"Oh no, you won't, you conniving brat! I have my cell phone right here in my purse! And I'm going to call your Mom and Da- HEY! It's gone!"

"Looking for THIS?" Calvin said, putting Rosalyn's phone to the door as it began to ring.

"How did you get my phone? Is that Charlie? CHARLIE! THIS TWERP'S HOLDING ME HOSTAGE IN THE CLOSET!"

"Don't bother, Roz. It's not him. As a matter of fact, I don't think Charlie will be calling you any more, not after I told him about your new boyfriend, "Rich".

"Rich? I don't know a Rich!You horrible little theif! Let me out of this closet!" Rosalyn shook the doorknob.

"Hello, Videorama? I'd like to order a VCR and some videos, please," said Hobbes, as they walked down the hallway.