Calvin, babysat guerilla commando

I have returned, for another chapter!!!!! Sorry it's been awhile, algebra homework(the horror, the horror!!!!) and lawn mowing have been eating up my time. First things first, I will respond to everyone who reviewed. Glad you like my story, it keeps me writing:)

Nightbug08: Thank you, that was a nice review.

Streek471: AAAAAAAAA!!! please..don't yell..... Here's more:)

hobbes: Thanks for pointing that out nicely. Maybe the handbook is a bit much, but there's no way Rosalyn is doing her homework or talking to Charlie on the phone at Calvin's house again, and there isn't much the blond-headed terror can do to tea. Thanks for the honest review!

ZeeZee: Thanks, as I said before, they are pretty easy.

Daniel Bernstein: Sorry it wasn't that funny to you, but you could picture it, and that's something!

Me: Yeah, she does, but I bet Calvin would say supervillain. She gets out in an interesting way. Like I said, she's prepared this time.

Thanks to everyone who reviewed. Now, on with the fic!!!!!!

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BRATS, BABYSITTERS, AND BUBBLE GUM

Rosalyn fumed. The little brat had done it again! Next time, it would be ten dollars an hour, if there was a next time! She searched in her pockets. Maybe there would be something she could use to get out of here. "Let's see... Car keys, spare key to my house, hair tie, spare change, hair pin... Hang on!!! There's no way this is going to work, it's too corny..." But Rosalyn put the hair pin in the lock anyway, and sure enough, it worked! "That was corny, but it worked. When I get my hands on that brat..." With that, she stormed off to the house.

Calvin grinned. Rosalyn was locked up, his parents weren't due home for a few more hours, and there was nothing to stop him and Hobbes from doing what they wanted to. And, currently, they wanted to watch a movie they normally wouldn't be able to.

"Any luck yet, Hobbes?"

"Here's a good one. Cannibal Airline Stewardesses? Oooooo, here's a better one. Return of the Attack of the Chainsaw Alien?"

"YEAH!!!!!!!! That's great! Go make some popcorn."

"Okay, I'll-IS THAT ROSALYN!?! HIDE, QUICK, SHE'LL MAIM US!!!!!!"

But Calvin just smiled.

"Already taken care of, Hobbes. Already taken care of."

Rosalyn stomped toward the house. She was mad, and Calvin was going to get it! She pulled the spare key from under the doormat, and stuck it in the lock. It wouldn't turn. She jiggled it around. It didn't make a sound. She tried all the ground floor windows and the back door with the same result. Frusturated, she peered into the front door lock, and saw something pink and sticky.

"BUBBLE GUM!?! That little troll!"

She shouted for a few more minutes, then sighed. It was a long walk to Susie's, and she was the only person Rosalyn knew in this neighborhood. Hopefully, her parents were still awake and the phone was free.

Inside, Calvin did a little dance. Hobbes watched Rosalyn leave with an unbelieving grin on his face.

"YES!!!" yelled Calvin. "Babysat guerilla commandos,1, evil barracuda babysitter, 0!!! WE WIN!!!"

Hobbes stared. "We actually kicked her out! She gave up!"

"Now, Hobbes, about that popcorn..."

"Gotcha."

Two creepy, gore-splattered hours later, both Calvin and Hobbes were clutching each other in terror as the last teenager on the bus vanished in a spray of blood. The bladed head of the chainsaw alien charged at the camera, and they shrieked with terror and hid under the blanket on the couch.

"Hobbes, I think I heard something in the basement!!!"

"Knock it off, this is too scary already, I think I hocked a hairball!"

"I mean it! We have to see if it's the Chainsaw Alien!"

"Why?"

"Because it might sneak up on us and-"

"Alright, you don't need to elaborate." said Hobbes, as screams emitted from the TV.

"Flashlight?"
"Check."

"Baseball bat?"

"Check."

"Submachine gun?"
"Couldn't find it, Hobbes, but Dad has to have one somewhere..."

"Let's go."

The basement door opened with a creaking noise. As Calvin set foot on the first step, there was a scurrying noise. Moonlight glinted off something metal(probably exposed piping) and Hobbes screeched,"IT'S THE CHAINSAW ALIEN, CALVIN!!! RUN FOR IT!!!"

They raced upstairs, and locked the door at the bottom of the staircase.

"Hobbes, that won't hold it for long. We need boobytraps!"

"G.R.O.S.S guerilla, reporting for duty!"

"First, get string, a bucket, water, balloons, carpet tacks, and other materials."

"You go first."

The setting: an expensive, fancy resteraunt.

Beep, Beep, Beep.

"Sorry, that's my cell phone. Hello? Yes, this is Mrs.Jones. Oh, hello, Rosalyn. Is eveything going well? HE DID WHAT?!? I'm so sorry! Your calling from Susie's? Why? HE WHAT? Oh my goodness. I am very sorry. We'll be right over."

Calvin's mom hung up the phone.

"I'm sorry, dear. We have to go, NOW."

What do you think? I need ideas for booby traps.

I already have:

Water pail over Calvin's door

Carpet tacks and water balloons on the stairs

String tripwire

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