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            "Augh!" Calvin screamed and jumped up.  There stood the captain of the men.  He was aiming the blaster right at him.  Behind were the other men.  One of them held Hobbes.

            "Don't move, I said!"

            Calvin ran behind the bus stop sign.  "You can't do this to your dictator!"

            "Oh, but we can, sir.  If you're a... TRAITOR!" The man pulled the trigger as he spoke, but the blaster beam glanced off the bus stop sign.

            Just then, the bus arrived, and Calvin leaped in.  Susie had been standing behind the men, watching curiously.  They did not notice her.

The man ground his teeth and looked at the man holding Hobbes.  "Crow."

"Yes, sir?"

"Go to the meadow and prepare."

"For what?"

"In the event that we cannot catch the dictraitor, we are obliged to sacrifice the sacred tiger to the Spirit of G.R.O.S.S.  Now go."  The man's eyes glinted menacingly.

"Yes, sir."

            Calvin sat quietly in the bus, much to the surprise of Susie.  He looked unusually pale.

            "Calvin, what's wrong?"

Calvin did not answer.

            "CALVIN!" Susie yelled.

            "Huh?  Oh, hi."

            "You're not yourself today, Calvin.  You're so quiet.  You're not even trying to gross me out with something." Calvin turned toward her. 

"Not that I want you to," Susie added hastily.

"Shut up, Susie."

            Miss Wormwood gabbed on and on about how even second-graders had to know about very important things like the sum of 2 and 4, the dates of historical events, the location of Krakow, what the hypotenuse of a triangle was (err... maybe far-fetched)et cetera.  Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Calvin clutching his desk with white knuckles and staring outside. 

            "CALVIN!!!!  PAY ATTENTION!"

            Calvin stared sulkily down at his desk and sighed.

            Mrs. Wormwood continued.  "And so, Abraham Lincoln was a great man and..."

            Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.  Mrs. Wormwood frowned and pulled it open.  "Yes?"

            As soon as Calvin saw the strangers, he ducked down under his desk.

            Miss Wormwood looked suspiciously at the men.  "What do you want?"

            "We must destroy the dictraitor..."

            Miss Wormwood slammed the door in his face.  "You are talking nonsense.  Get yourself to a psychiatrist.  Now class, who can tell me the name of the man who killed Abraham Lincoln?" She looked around the room and spotted Calvin under his desk.  "Young man, what do you think you are doing?"

            "Uh... heh heh... um... have you heard of the word 'assassins?'"

            "Calvin, I've had enough of..."

            "I mean, really!  Those guys were trying to kill me!"

            "I don't believe a word you said, Calvin."

            "Oh yeah?  Fine.  All I know is that if I die during school, you're going to be blamed for my death!  Your career's at stake, lady!"

            "Calvin, I want you to go to the principal's office.  Now."

            Calvin scowled and slowly slid off his chair.  Then, grumbling, he walked out of the classroom.

            As Calvin stomped into his office, Mr. Spittle groaned.  "Not you again..."

            "So we're going through with this?  Are we really going to sacrifice the tiger?"  Crow asked the leader, Clark.

            "Yes- ... I mean, no.  We will wait another two days.  After all, the traitor must die." 

TO BE CONTINUED

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