Swing123: Sorry about the short chapter, I'm having a little writer's block. This next one will be longer, however. I promise.

Calvin opened his eyes.

Hmmm... He had fainted.

He jumped up and there was... no sea monster.

Hmmm... Hobbes wasn't next to him.

WHAT?

Calvin jumped.

"HOBBES!" Calvin screamed. "HOBBES! WHERE ARE YOU!"

"I'm over here! Shut up!"

Calvin looked around he saw nobody in the immediate area.

"Where?"

"I'M OVER HERE!"

Calvin's attention was drawn to the side of the ship.

Calvin rushed over, and looked off the side.

Hobbes was hanging there by a rope, and painting the PT Calvin bright orange with black stripes.

He was dressed in a painter's uniform, with white pants, shirt and hat, all of which were splattered with orange and black paint.

"HEY!" Calvin screamed. "Your painting tiger style on it!"

"That's what it was when I checked." Hobbes said, swinging across the ship, and painting a nice, long, stripe on it.

"It's called CALVIN!" Calvin yelled. "Why aren't you painting it with yellow spikes, and red T-shirts?"

"Because my name's Hobbes. Not Calvin." Hobbes said, crossing the name PT Calvin off, and replacing it with MT Hobbes.

Calvin stared at the new name.

"What does the MT stand for?" He asked.

"I've always wanted to visit Montana." Hobbes sighed.

Calvin rolled his eyes.

Just then he remembered about the monster.

"Hobbes! Where'd the sea monster go!"

"Right after you fainted, I told him I saw a three Blue Whales swimming off to the east." Hobbes said. "As far as I know, he's still looking for them."

Calvin stared at the tiger.

"You mean to tell me that while I was dying of fright, and fainting, you came up with a quick plan and got rid of him after I fainted? You did that on purpose!"

"Well, after you collapsed, things started getting quiet, and I thought you needed the rest, anyway." Hobbes said.

Calvin's eyes slammed shut, and he felt that he was being weighed down by the forces of chaos.

When Hobbes returned to the ship, he started complaining about the damage the sea monster had done to the ship.

"Look at this roof!" He exclaimed. "I am insulted beyond belief!" What happens if it a tsunami comes up? The wheel and controls will get wet!"

"If a tsunami comes, we'll all die." Calvin muttered.

"Oh, quit being so negative!" Hobbes breathed. "At least it's a nice day."

Just then several dark clouds covered up the sun, and thunder sounded.

Seconds later, it was pouring down by the bucket fulls.

"Don't ever speak to me, again." Calvin whined, walking toward the entertainment room.

Rupert Chill was now banging his head against the conference room table.

"You mean to tell me that you fifty troops searching the skys, grounds, and waters, and you still haven't found the Earth Potentate?"

"My apologies, sir." A crew member said.

The chief of the ship, glared at the member.

"That's all you can say?" He spat. "I'm disgusted."

"Double your searches!" Rupert ordered. "No! Triple them!

"But I don't wanna!" A lazy crew member said.

"I have a laser gun." Rupert said, calmly.

"Oh fine!" The member got up, yawned, and walked out of the room.

"Tonight on CNN news." The news guy said. "6-year old boy lost in the Atlantic. Day 52. The latest when we come back."

"Don't you think it's kinda weird that we're the ones that are lost at sea, and we're watching the latest on our own disappearance?" Hobbes asked.

"No, why?" Calvin asked.

"Just wondering." Hobbes said.

It was then that something caught Hobbes' eye.

"A RADIO!" Hobbes yelled. "We can call for help!"

Before Calvin could stop him, to put his two cents in, Hobbes had rushed over to the radio, and started calling.

"Hello? Hello? Come in? Can you hear me? Come in! This is lost boy and tiger! Hello?"

For a while it was just static, then a voice came on.

"Senor esta? bwinus nochus, getcha nomacha? Si?"

Hobbes blinked.

"Uuuuhhh... OK. Listen, we need help!"

"Mocana semoner, senor?"

Calvin pushed Hobbes out of the way, and started screaming into the radio.

"LISTEN UP, YOU BABBLING MORON! WE'RE LOST OUT AT SEA, AND YOUR SITTING THERE, TALKING IN SOME LANGUAGE FROM NORTH CAROLINA! WELL LISTEN UP, YOU DUMBBELL! YOU START LEARNING ENGLISH, OR YOU CAN SHUT UP, AS FAR AS I'M CONCERNED!"

Hobbes glared at Calvin.

"Thanks a lot, now he'll probably never help us!" He said.

Before Calvin could respond, another voice came onto the radio.

Hello? Hello? Anyone there?"

Calvin grinned.

"HI! This is Calvin! The kid who's on CNN right now! I demand that you come out here, and save me!"

There was a moment of silence.

Hobbes rolled his eyes.

Then the voice returned.

"Uh, yeah, kid, right. Listen, we are really waiting for something to happen here, because we know there's a radio on that ship. Now please don't make any more prank calls, and go away."

Calvin's face fell.

"WHAT!" He screamed. "NO! THIS ISN'T A PRANK, YOU IDIOT! COME AND SAFE ME! NO!"

In Calvin's frustration and anger, he dropped the radio on the ground, smashing it.

"Whoops." Calvin said, sheepishly.

Hobbes's eyes rolled into the back of his head, and Calvin could see nothing but white, and veins.

"Yep." He said. "We're doomed."