I'M ALIVE! REPEAT, I AM ALIVE!

Err, sorry 'bout that. I was just trying to find the meaning of my life (explaining my absence) but I've found it on this new application. The meaning of my life is – NO! IT BROKE! FCKING APPLICATION!

In the meantime, I got my own pet Dalek! I named it Mr Box!

Mr Box: EX-TER-MINATE!

Me: No! Bad Mr Box!

Anyway, on with chapter 3!

2) Onboard Cross-Ship and also Earth!

"Where are we going?"

"How the hell should I know?"

"Wait a minute – I thought YOU were the leader!"

"But I thought SHE was the leader!"

A sudden pause went between the two Neptunians. "Oh well, 80 nitruses1 say it'll be a nice place." The smaller, less oblivious one said. All these aliens were onboard a huge UFO, known by them as Cross-Ship. Sadly, it was invisible so none knew where the entrance was (so some got burnt in the motors) and no one knew how to go to the loo in the middle of hyperspace. A random senior popped in the scene, "Hey, I here we're getting a new queen." "Really?" "Oh yeah. Hedge 1000 or something like that"

"That's HELGA 1000!" a raspy voice rang.

It was the queen. While every one of the Neptunians resembled rubber ducks with spikes, Helga 1000 on the other hand looked more like a rhino. Literally. She then boomed with a smile, "ALRIGHT! EVERYONE GET IN THEIR SPACES AND REPEAT TEST NINETY TWELVE. MY FRIENDS, WE ARE GOING TO BRING…THE JOY OF DEATH…"

It was a while later in the day since Hobbes' disappearance, yet Calvin still hadn't quite got over it. The words of the mysterious Amba Knowles and her devious companion Patchy echoed through his mind. Back and forth, back and forth, BACK AND FORTH. Tick follow tock follow tick follow tock follow tick follow tock. (You know what I mean, don't deny it)

As he was walking home from band practise, he was interrupted by a certain girl his age crying - Susie Derkins. She then spun her head around to see him.

"Oh. Hi Calvin."

The boy was just about to ask what was wrong, when he saw her beloved Mr Bun toy lying on the floor, motionless. "Don't tell me. No rally, don't. It happened to Hobbes as well. "Hmm. I get it." Susie tried to smile but her mouth came out in a different shape.

"So, have you been practising?"

"Kinda."

Time to move on…

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Okay, THAT was rubbish, but I did this last minute. Spare me, okay?