The next morning, Calvin awoke with Hobbes. It was Saturday, which was the best day of the week during the school year or during the summer.

"Hey, hey," said Calvin. "Look at me. I'm waking up in a real live bed. Not if you notice, a cheap sleeping bag that Dad bought from Sears.

They quickly got up and ran down the stairs. They ran into the kitchen. Calvin pulled some bread and a familiar box of cereal.

"Hello, what's this?" added Hobbes, eyeing the cereal. "Why it appears to be real live food! It's not cheap airline peanuts."

Calvin poured his bowl of cereal and added the milk and sugar.

"Okay, not real live food, but pretty close," Hobbes said, putting the bread into the toaster.

After the toast was ready and buttered, and they had poured equal amounts of orange juice, they went to the chair and reached for the remote.

"Hark!" exclaimed Calvin. "It be real live television. Not talkative hamsters and giant Creatures and such."

"Yeah," agreed Hobbes. "I like our home."

They sat there, eating breakfast and waiting for the cartoons to come on.

Mom and Dad walked past to get some coffee.

"Hey," said Dad. "I'll bet you had fun yesterday, huh?"

Calvin rolled his eyes. "Yeah, being attacked by some Creature is a load of fun. Really something to write home about."

"Yes, but I'm sure you built a lot of character."

Calvin and Hobbes sighed as Mom and Dad left. Despite being heroes, things were basically back to normal.

"I swear, one day Mom or Dad will write Dear Abby and complain that I never write, phone or visit anymore."

They were still waiting for the cartoons, but they suddenly heard a scratch at the door.

"You wait here, Hobbes," Calvin said. "I'll go see what's there. It may be a Creature or something. We don't want you getting hurt."

Calvin jumped up and opened the door.

It was still dark out, and Calvin noticed a pair of glow-in-the-dark eyes looking at him menacingly. It pounced Calvin and he was sent rolling into the chair.

"OW!" he shouted. "ARRRRGH!"

He looked up and saw a lion on his chest.

"Help! Hobbes, do something!" he screamed.

"Sure."

Hobbes reached under the cushions and pulled out a couple bucks.

"Thanks for that, Lenny."

The lion took the money.

"No prob."

The lion got up and left.

Calvin looked up and stared at Hobbes.

"It was worth the five bucks to me," Hobbes said.

Dad entered. "What happened in here?" he asked.

"Oh, I just had a humbling experience," Calvin replied, getting back into the chair.

"Fine. Now let's talk about our upcoming camping trip."

Calvin looked up at Dad. He picked up the remote and attempted to turn him off. Dad ignored him.

"We'll talk about it another time."

Calvin snorted and returned to watching cartoons.

"Oh well," said Hobbes. "I guess summer isn't always perfect."

"You got that right," smiled Calvin.

And together they said, "Be it ever so boring, there's no place like home."

Up in the deep bowels of space, five galaxies away from our own, a prison cell was being tampered with. Human hands took a metal fork and wrapped his napkin around it. Then he reached up and pricked the electric batteries that were wired to the bars on the cell door. In a shower of sparks, the shut off, and the security system was totaled.

The human opened his cell, and he slowly struggled to get his remains out. He hadn't had a decent meal in a little over a month. He staggered slowly around. If it wasn't for the fact he was half-crazed from rage, he wouldn't have enough energy to stand up.

He searched the alien prison station. He looked all around for what he'd need. He scooted along the walls, carefully trying to avoid being detected by motion-sensing video cameras. He managed to use his nimble body to make over and under infrared beams.

Once he was out of the guard obstacles, he snuck past the meeting room and went in to the next room, which was the armory room. He snuck in and grabbed the biggest, most baddest gun he could find. He turned it on and took a blast at the wall.

The blast when through the wall and into the meeting room, disrupting a meeting in progress. Aliens went crazy, screaming like mad cows.

The man laughed maniacally. "THIS IS IT!" he shouted.

He burst out of the armory and started shooting his way through the aliens who were trying to stop him.

"Calm down!" shouted the captain.

"Make me!"

The man blasted through the aliens and dove out the door of the prison. He ran down the oxygenated planet and tore off down the streets for the palace of the leader.

Once he was there, he pushed through the gates and blasted all the guards. He ran through into the training room that was underground. He snuck in and grabbed all the weapons he'd need. Then he left the palace and ran for the airport storage facility.

In the back room of the main office, to familiar one-eyed, armless aliens named Galaxoid and Nebular were eating tunods and drinking feecoff.

"When's our azzip getting here?" asked Galaxoid.

"I don't know, but they're fifteen etunims late," replied Nebular.

Suddenly, there alarms went off, and a voice yelled, "INTRUDER ALERT! INTRUDER ALERT!"

Nebular rolled his eye. "I keep telling the azzip guys to ring the door bell."

Galaxoid looked over his, erm, shoulder. "It's not the azzip guy!"

The two aliens looked up and saw a familiar bald earthling with poofy sideburns.

"RETRO!" they screamed.

They turned and attempted to run away, but Retro grabbed them by their collars…well at least I think they had collars.

"You two have two choices. You either take me to Earth so I can destroy that punk kid and his toy tiger, or perish right here when I strangle you."

The two aliens gulped.

"The Earth Potentate? But we can't! He's our friend! We—"

Their protests were cut short when Retro tightened his grips on their necks.

"Well?"

"Okay! We'll help you!" the two exhausted aliens cried.

Retro tossed them to the ground and kicked them into their seats.

"Pilot this hunk of junk back to Earth. I have a bone to pick with a certain six year old brat."

Galaxoid and Nebular gulped nervously. They turned on the ship, and took the air.

A few minutes later, a truck pulled up and a bright green alien got out, holding a steaming grey box.

"Who ordered the azzip?" he shouted.

To be continued…