Swing123: L-Se'pear, Thanks for the comment. As for the Wild Movie Collection, I will be making a movie parody for Garfield: The Movie, and I do plan on doing the Indiana Jones and Star Wars. You should be able to see a list of the movies I'm making from the bottom of my profile.

Ok. Now read this, and don't go putting it on your Story Alert list till you've reviewed! )

Chapter 2

"A fishing trip at the Atlantic Ocean?" Hobbes asked climbing back up the stairs. "Your Dad has gone Koo-Koo!"

"I know!" said Calvin, rolling his eyes. "I thought he couldn't come up with anything worse than his all famous camping trips on that boulder at sea!"

"Well," said Hobbes. "Maybe we'll see some whales or sharks."

Calvin's eyes brightened. "Or maybe we could prove the existence of the Lock Ness Monster!" he yelled.

"That's in Scotland." Hobbes pointed out.

Calvin's face dropped.

"Rats." he said. "Well, what about Bigfoot? Maybe while we're at the edge, we'll see a big..."

"I doubt it, Calvin." said Hobbes sitting down on Calvin's bed, and picking up a comic book.

Calvin sighed. "There has to be something that we could..."

Just then Dad burst into Calvin's room, did some kind of victory dance, that Calvin thought looked like petrified chicken hopping around the room, then turned to Calvin.

"We're leaving day after tomorrow!" he said, making Calvin's eyes roll into the back of his head.

He then petrified chickened out of the room, singing a cheerful and somewhat stupid song.

Calvin fell onto his bed.

"Any luck we could go get lost in a forest, again?" he said, grumpily.

Hobbes rolled his eyes around.

The next day was packing day.

Mom and Dad were running around, trying to get ready, while Calvin watched TV.

"Shouldn't you be helping them?" asked Hobbes, watching Dad try to shove a loaf of bread into the duffle bag.

"They seem to be doing just fine without me." said Calvin, his eyes glued on the television. Hobbes sighed, and continued to stare into the TV with nothing better to do.

At last, the day was over, and Calvin and Hobbes were in bed.

"You know, Hobbes?" said Calvin.

"Yes, Calvin?" asked Hobbes.

"This trip will take a long time, right?" said Calvin.

"Yes. We have to drive around the US, rent a boat, go..."

"I know what we have to do, fur brain." said Calvin. "What I'm driving at is that Mom and Dad will be to absorbed in this stupid trip to school me! Which means..."

"You get make up for that lost month of summer?" asked Hobbes.

Calvin chuckled.

Hobbes yawned, and fell asleep.

Outside, on a tree branch right above the house, a darkened figure listened to Calvin's conversation.

It had a cone shaped head, tentacles instead of arms, blood shot eyes, and fifty tentacles instead of feet.

Yes, there was an alien right above Calvin's bedroom window, one tentacle holding onto a branch for support.

After the talk ended, the alien, still completely in shadow, slid down the tree, and hopped into a small space jet.

The jet silently zoomed away from the house, and landed in front of an old jailhouse.

He hopped out of the space jet, and ran over to the door.

He used advanced alien technology to break down the main system, and slip into the building.

The Alien slithered through the jail like a snake closing in on a mouse.

All the other jailbirds didn't see the darkened creature in the jailhouse, because they were all asleep.

All but one. A tall man wearing sunglasses, dog tags, and had black hair going down his face into a small beard.

It was John Chill... Rupert Chill... the King of the Aliens. Oh... whatever.

His dark glasses flashed in the moonlight, as the alien outside of the jail cell grinned over at him, showing his knife sharp teeth.

"I have discovered where the Earth Potentate is headed." It said in a raspy, hacksaw voice.

"Good." John/Rupert/King of Aliens said. "Now release me. I can not stand another SECOND in the Earth dungeon."

The alien outside of the cell held up a single key.

"I ordered this from Alien Shopping Network!" he said. "This key will work on any lock on this planet!"

"Whatever!" said the king, growing inpatient.

The alien slipped the lock into the key hole.

It made a small click, and the door opened.

The King stepped out of the cell, and took a deep breath in.

"Now," he said, taking off the sunglasses, showing his bloodshot eyes. "Where is he going?"