Garfieldodie: As a matter of fact, the action starts here, so hold on! As for Galixoid and Nebular, Well, I hadn't planned on putting them in, but I'll see what I can do.
LATMC: Don't worry. Everybody will discover Calvin's telling the truth, VERY soon.
A gray, dead looking tentacle closed over a ray gun.
The aliens now looked different. They no longer had yellow compound eyes. Their eyes were now a pure blood color. Their teeth looked more sharper and bloodthirsty.
And this time, they were out for revenge on the -ahem- Earth Potentate.
Expect now, they didn't care what Calvin was.
All they wanted was Calvin.
Rupert pushed a button on his suit. Immediately, He changed into his human outfit.
Earl also pushed a button on his uniform. He changed into a bald thug.
Both Rupert and Earl slipped on their sunglasses.
Then Rupert turned to his terrified crew.
"I don't care what it takes." he hissed. "We're finding that Earthling if I have to kill this entire CREW!"
Rupert and Earl then laughed.
They now meant business.
And they were going to carry out their plan.
A plan that they had used as last resorts on all the other planets.
A plan that never failed.
A plan that kill the leader of the planet, and give them control.
Calvin put the finishing touches on his posters.
"Here it is, Hobbes!" Calvin yelled.
"Won't people be mad when you make them pay for items that don't exist?" Hobbes asked.
"It's a dog eat dog world, buddy." Calvin said. "Survival of the fittest! Now come on! Help me get these things into my bag!"
Calvin and Hobbes shoved the poster into Calvin's bottomless bag.
"I still don't know how that thing works." Hobbes said, eyeing the bag.
"That's for me to know, and you to stew in mystery and wonder." Calvin shot back. "Now come on!"
Calvin piled his duffle bag into the wagon, and started pulling it.
"Now come on!" He yelled. "Town's just a few blocks away!"
Hobbes sighed, and walked off.
Calvin pulled the wagon into town.
"Wonderful!" Calvin yelled. "My people!"
"Poor slobs." Hobbes said, staring at some of the people.
"Let us begin our ads for fund raising!"
Calvin walked up to the first person he saw, and shoved a poster into his hands.
"Here, my friend." Calvin said. "engross yourself in knowledge!"
Calvin and Hobbes did this for the net few minutes.
After a While, they didn't even know who they were giving them too.
They were just handing them out.
Calvin gave posters to three hobos, nine teenagers on the streets, and two people who trying to sell things to Calvin.
"What a day!" Calvin sighed.
"That's three hundred posters." Hobbes said. "Some sucker is bound to buy something."
"Yeah." Calvin said, missing Hobbes' sarcasm. "Money, here we come!"
Hobbes sighed and rolled his eyes.
Just then, mom called.
"Calvin! Come here! We've got a surprise for you."
"This better be good." Calvin muttered, entering his room.
Sitting on his bed was a familiar looking man with glasses and a slight mustache.
"UNCLE MAX!" Calvin shouted.
"Hey kiddo." Max said.
"Get the heck out of my room!"
Looking slightly annoyed, Max got up, and exited Calvin's door.
"So, I heard you got lost." He said.
"Yes." Calvin said.
"Are you going to tell your old uncle Max the stories?"
"No."
"Oh come on!" Max said. "Please?"
Calvin looked at Hobbes.
"Bizarre." He said.
He turned back to Max.
"Ok, Maxy! I'll tell ya the stories!" Max smiled.
"Well?" He said.
(Two hours later...)
"...The aliens were closing in! I had no place to go! Then at the last possible second the sea monster..."
Calvin looked up.
Max was asleep on the floor.
"Humph." Calvin grumbled. "Nobody respects me!"
He turned to Hobbes for some comfort.
He was asleep too.
Calvin grumbled and started to walk away.
"Calvin," Mom said. "I wish you'd stop telling the story like that. With the aliens and such."
"But it's true!" Calvin yelled in frustration. "The aliens did attack me! The newspapers won't believe me! Max, won't believe me! You won't believe me!"
Calvin was terribly upset.
Nobody believed him on anything.
He was just one big joke to society.
"I wish they'd believe me." Calvin whispered, walking away from Mom.
Just then, the doorbell sounded.
"Calvin? Would you get that?" Mom called.
Calvin grabbed Hobbes and led him to the door.
A tall man probably in his thirties was there.
He had black hair, sunglasses, a trench coat, red T-shirt, black jeans and red boots on.
Where on earth did he get red boots?
"May I help me?" Calvin asked.
In one smooth motion, the man snapped his glasses off.
He had blue eyes. Calvin's attention was drawn to his hair.
Short.
Very short.
Sticking straight upward.
He had a weird grin on his face, and talked very quickly in a loud voice.
"I hear your... sellin' stuff!"
"Indeed." Calvin said, grabbing the poster away from him. "Would you like to buy?"
"Actually I've found many flaws in it. Shall I list them off? All-righty then!"
The man puckered up his lips, and drew air in making a whistling sound.
Once his lungs were full, he said in a very quick voice.
"The name Calvin is a western theologion guy who believed in things I can't remember right now. and Hobbes is the same, and further more, you spelled 'Hobbes' H-O-B-S, when it is really spelled H-O-B-B-E-S And clearly the name is Calvin and Hobbes, but someone scratched it out, and wrote, Hobbes and Calvin, plus most of these items haven't been invented yet, and I've looked it up, and GROSS isn't a club within any part of this immediate area!" At the end of this fast speech, The man's voice got squeaky and high as he ran out of air, and as the last word left his mouth, he repeated the same weird performance of bringing in all the air through puckered lips.
Calvin continued to stare at him.
"If you came all this way to give me a spell check, you're crazy." Calvin said. "Get your foot out of the door, so I can close it."
The man made his weird grin and hissed. "A-make me!"
"Very well."
Calvin slammed the door right on his foot.
The man's mouth dropped open, and his eyes bugged out, and he uttered the word. "Gasp!"
Yet, still the man refused to remove his foot from the door.
Calvin and Hobbes pushed with all their might against the red boot.
Outside, the man was throwing his head in all directions, while going, "Gah! Gah! Gah! Gah! Gah!"
"This isn't working." Calvin said. "Hobbes! Go get Dad's hammer!"
Hobbes rushed away, and then returned with a hammer.
Calvin grabbed it, and was just about to smash The man's big toe, when somehow, the man got the door open again.
He knocked the hammer out of Calvin's hands.
"You wouldn't be trying to hit this poor little man, would you?" He asked.
Calvin stared at him.
"Maybe." Calvin said.
The man raised an eyebrow.
"Actual-ally" he said. "I'd love to buy something that you would be sellin'!"
Calvin grinned.
"Great." Calvin said. "What is it?"
The man rolled his eyes around.
"Uuuuhhhhh... don't want to talk about it here. Too many witnesses."
Calvin turned to Hobbes.
"I like this guy. Lots of individuality."
Hobbes rolled his eyes.
"Well, come on!" The man said. "Over here! Like a good little boy!"
"He's has his flaws." Calvin drug Hobbes down the walk and into the yard.
"Ok, give me your money." Calvin said.
The man grinned, evilly.
"How about this?"
The man grabbed Calvin by the mouth, and started dragging him away!
"OWW! HEY! HELP! AAA! MY TONGUE! GET BACK OR I'LL LICK YOU!"
The man tossed Calvin and Hobbes into the car.
"I demand an explanation for this injustice!" The man grinned, sweetly at Calvin, then slammed the car door.
"Calvin!" Hobbes exclaimed. "Do you know what's happening to us?"
"Poor salesmanship?"
"no!" Hobbes yelled. "We're being kidnaped!"
"Interesting." Calvin said. "I heard on Court TV that one out of ten kids survives being kidnaped."
"MUST YOU TERRORIZE ME WITH STATISTICS?" Hobbes yelled.
Outside, they heard a voice.
"Calvin! LET HIM GO, YOU MONSTER! DEAR! SOMEBODY HAS CALVIN!"
The kidnaper started laughing like a maniac, then got into the car.
He turned the key into the ignition.
"engine's flooded. No matter" He leaned his arm over the seat. "We can just wait for a second."
"GET OUT OF THAT CAR!" Mom screamed slamming Calvin's baseball bat into the windshield
"Or, we could try it now." The kidnaper said slamming the key into the ignition.
It didn't start.
The kidnaper was beginning to panic.
He looked at the rear veiw mirror.
"Warning!" He said. "Protective parents are closer than they appear!"
Mom slammed the baseball bat, knocking the mirror off.
The kidnaper trned the key again.
This time it started.
"IT'S ALIVE!" The kidnaper shouted in a frankenstein accent, as the car chugged and roared. "IT'S ALIVE! AH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!"
Calvin then noticed, that there was something familiar about that person. Could it be that it was... No... couldn't be... could it?
Before Calvin could debate on this guy's name, he hit the gas pedal, and roared off in a cloud of smoke.
"So," The man said, talking as if he was taking a Sunday drive. "Tell me about yourself. I love it when I know my victims."
"Name's Calvin, enough about me, tell me you!" Calvin said quickly.
The man turned a crazed look on Calvin.
"I'm an escaped convict on the run from the federal law."
"That's nice." Calvin said.
Hobbes looked from Calvin to the kidnaper back to Calvin.
They were talking as if nothing was happening!
"I have to burn off my fingerprints so the police won't know who I am!"
The kidnaper showed Calvin his burnt off fingers.
Calvin thought about that.
"But if you do that, the police will instantly know you're a criminal on the run." He said.
The kidnaper thought about that.
"Man those guys get me no matter where I turn!" He said.
"Quite annoying isn't it?" Calvin asked.
"Calvin?" Hobbes asked. "Might I remind you that we have been captured by a deprived lunatic who's burnt his hands off to escape jail?"
"Yeah, I know that." Calvin said.
"Why are you talking to him like he's your long lost uncle?"
"I was just trying to make conversation, Hobbes. Can't be rude."
"And who's this?" The kidnaper grabbed Hobbes' hand.
"I think I'm gonna have a heart attack." Hobbes muttered.
"Oh that's just Hobbes. He's a tig..." Calvin stopped. He stared out the car window.
Someone was sitting on a bench, in the park, staring at the car.
But as mysteriously as he appeared the someone disappeared.
"Yes?" The kidnaper asked. "He's a what?"
Calvin was still staring out the window.
"...tiger." He finished.
"Ah. Yes, of corse." He took his hand away from Hobbes.
"Hobbes," Calvin said. "We are in very deep trouble."
"No kidding?" Hobbes asked, sarcastically. "How observant of you."
"Hobbes, I'm not kidding!" Calvin whispered. "I think I just saw Rupert Chill!"