Swing123: I'm sorry that I didn't get an Update in on the 22nd like I said I would. As makeup, I'm giving two chapters this week. enjoy.
Rupert and Earl stormed down the sidewalk.
"You go down there. I'll check this out." Rupert ordered.
"Yes, your Highness." Earl said, walking down the block.
Rupert walked up to a store called IGA.
He kicked the entire door over, startling the people inside.
"Ding-a-ling!" He snarled.
The store manager stormed up.
"Who the heck are you? What are you doing here?"
"Name's aren't important." Rupert said, walking up to the manager.
"Do you know what is important though?" Rupert grabbed the shirt collar of the shocked manager. "Where's Calvin?"
The shocked manager began to stutter. "I d-don't know who you're talking about!"
"Oh I think you do." Rupert snarled. "Calvin! The Earth Potentate!"
The horrified manager broke out into a sweat.
"What are you talking about? I don't know a Calvin!"
Rupert pulled a ray gun out of his pocket, and pointed it at the man's face.
"I SWEAR!" The manager yelled in terror.
"I don't know where he lives!" Rupert narrowed his eyes to slits through his sunglasses.
He stared into the manager, then dropped him on the ground.
Earl walked up to the first house.
He pulled out his ray gun, and shot the entire door over!
BOOM!
He searched the terrified family in the living room, then left the house.
He walked up to the next door.
BOOOM!
Calvin wasn't there.
BOOOM!
Calvin wasn't there.
Then he found the Dirkins' house.
He blasted the door over.
They weren't home.
Earl growled in frustration, and left.
The kidnaper had been driving for a very long time.
"Are we there yet?" Calvin mumbled.
"As a matter of fact... yes." The kidnapper replied.
Calvin looked up.
There was a broken down shack in front of them.
The kidnaper kicked the car door over, and fell into the dirt.
Calvin and Hobbes got out and stared at him, as he dusted himself off, and walked over to the shack.
He spun around to Calvin and Hobbes.
"Welcome! To my humble abode!"
He slammed his elbow into the door. It fell over.
The kidnaper tossed his head in the direction where the door once stood.
"Indeed it does need some TLC, but I don't stay in one place all that long anyway."
Calvin and Hobbes walked into the crumby little shack.
"Let me show you to your rooms." the kidnaper said.
He led Calvin and Hobbes up a flight of stairs, and came to the attic.
He opened the door.
As Calvin and Hobbes stepped inside, the kidnaper said. "And this is where you sleep. Night night."
And with that, he slammed the door.
"HEY!" Calvin screamed. "It's only three o'clock!"
"It's only 3:00!" The kidnaper repeated in a mocking tone.
Calvin growled.
Hobbes was downright terrified.
Just then, he saw something.
"Calvin! Look!" Hobbes grinned pointing. "A Telephone!"
Calvin spun around.
Yes, there it was. A telephone!
Calvin and Hobbes ran over to it.
Calvin picked up the receiver.
It was dead.
"Darn!" Calvin spat.
"But look." Hobbes said, pointing. "There are just some wires gone. We could probably put it back together."
Calvin took a piece of the wire.
He studied it.
"Hobbes, this is that time when the "knee bone connected to the foot bone" song won't help. How on Earth can we fix it? We're not engineers!"
"Here let me see." Hobbes said.
He took the wire from Calvin.
He hooked it into the telephone.
It beeped.
"Hobbes!" Calvin grinned. "We're getting static!"
Hobbes took another wire, and plugged it in.
"There it is! The dial tone! Hobbes, you did it!"
"Thank you, thank you." Hobbes said bowing.
Calvin quickly pushed the buttons to his phone number.
Mom answered the phone.
At the table the policemen were listening in with those weird devices.
"Hi Mom." Calvin yawned.
"Calvin!" Mom yelled. "Oh thank goodness! Are you alright?"
"I was alright the day I was born!" Calvin said. "And I've gotten alright-er ever since."
"Calvin listen to me!" Mom hissed. "Where are you?
"Oh some shack over by another shack, without a door. Can't miss it."
Mom blinked.
"Calvin," Mom said. "Has the kidnapper done anything to you?"
"Well, he grabbed Hobbes' head, used my hair as a punching bag, and then shook my hand."
Mom and the Policeman exchanged glances.
"He shook your hand?" Mom asked.
"Yeah, all the time, grinning like some kind of demented Spongebob."
Mom sighed.
"Listen, Calvin." She said. "WHERE are you? Do you think you're still in the same state?"
"Judging by how long we drove, I'd say we're in Butte, Montana." Calvin said.
Just then another voice came onto the phone.
"Oh, hello." It hissed. "This is kidnaper on the other phone, do you read me? I repeat, do you read me?"
'Ok, Mom, I'll just leave you and Kiddy here to talk."
Hobbes was waving his hands at Calvin, frantically.
"Hobbes says hi." Calvin said.
Hobbes slapped his forehead.
"What have you done with Calvin!" Mom snarled.
"You have nothing to worry about." The kidnapper said. "He's with me."
"Give him back!" Mom growled.
"Sure, sure." The Kidnapper said. "I will. If ya pay the ransom."
"Let me talk with Calvin, again!" Mom yelled.
"What? Oh, Ok. Let's see here. You wanna talk with spiky?"
There was a moment of silence.
Then the mocking voice of the kidnapper hissed,
"BOOP! We're sorry. Your call can not be completed as dialed. Please check the number, and dial, again. BOOP! Boop, boop, boop, boop, boop, boop,..."
He then hung up.
Over on the other phone, Calvin and Hobbes listened.
"We're doomed." Hobbes said.
"COCK A DOODLE DOO!" Screamed the Kidnapper the next day, bursting into the attic. "Wakey wakey! Sunny, sunny! Dayey dayey! Getty uppy"
Calvin's eyes, half opened, stared at the kidnapper.
"Wake me up when you see the bus, Mom." Calvin rolled over.
The kidnapper raised an eyebrow.
He leaned over to Calvin's ear and whispered, "tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick... BRRI-I-I-I-I-I-I-ING!"
Calvin shot three feet into the air, and landed face first in the ground.
"Get the heck up!" The kidnapper yelled. "We gotta lottta stuff to do!"
"Like what?" Calvin said, getting up. "this isn't another..."
Just then Calvin saw the kidnapper.
"AAAA! What are you doing in my room! AAA! MOM! DAD! GET YOUR RIFLE! THERE'S A DEMENTED SPONGEBOB IN MY ROOM!"
All the time Calvin was yelling, the kidnapper made phony terrified looks, and made squeaky girl screams.
Then, the memories of what happened that evening rushed back into his mind.
"Oh. It's you." Calvin said.
"That's correct!" The Kidnapper said.
He spun around, and headed for the door.
"Say," Calvin said, as Hobbes got up. "I never did get your name."
The kidnapper stopped, and turned his head slowly towards Calvin.
"My name?" He hissed.
"Yeah, I never did catch it. What was it?"
The Kidnapper spun around, and grinned showing his teeth.
He slipped on some sunglasses.
"Do you recognize me, now?" He asked.
Calvin squinted at him.
"Nope, I'm still drawing a blank."
The kidnapper rolled his eyes skyward, and muttered, "ehp, ehp, ehp, ehp, ehp!"
He took a comb, and pushed his hair upward.
"How about now?" He asked.
"Uuuhh... No."
The Kidnapper grinned again, and took some black fur off the table by the door.
He held the black fur up to his face.
"Do you recognize me NOW?"
Calvin's eyes bulged, his fingers became stiff, and his mouth became very dry.
"YOU!" He screamed.