Emperor Jon's Universe…
On the planet Polyester, Emperor Jon was preparing for something very important. It was something very big. Something so important that even he couldn't believe he was doing it!
"I'm going to the dry cleaners!" he shouted.
Sorcerer Binky, trusted friend and wizard to the emperor, muttered, "Finally," under his breath.
Emperor Jon immediately began loading up his smelly, dirty clothes into his hovercraft. He was careful not to hit his fuzzy dice.
"See to it that I have plenty of air-fresheners," he ordered his staff.
Sorcerer Binky found himself having to help with the operation. With a clothes peg on his nose, he lifted a huge pile of socks and shirts.
"Well, at least I didn't get the underwear," he sighed.
However, not too far away from Polyester, Vetvix was hovering in a giant spacecraft. It was almost as big as Pet Force's ship, the Lightspeed Lasagna!
"Excellent," she grinned. "With this machine, we can wipe out any source of magic easily. Start up the machine!"
A half-lizard, half-gerbil flipped some switches and the powerful machine came on all at once.
Down on the ground, Emperor Jon and Sorcerer Binky were finishing up with the loading.
"Well, I should be off to the dry cleaners now," said the emperor.
"Don't forget anything," the sorcerer muttered.
"What was that?"
"Oh, I meant to say—"
Sorcerer Binky was cut off when he was suddenly trapped in a bright blue beam of light.
"HELP!" he shouted.
"Oh, that's it," said Emperor Jon. "Help you with what?"
"Emperor Jon, I'm being sucked up by a magic sucking ray!"
It took a minute for Emperor Jon to fully understand what this meant. Then it hit him as Binky was sucked up and towards Vetvix's ship!
"Guards!" he shouted. "It's Vetvix! Stop her, but don't hurt the sorcerer."
The palace guards quickly got into the hover crafts and set off after Vetvix.
Emperor Jon ran into the palace. He had to call Pet Force right away. After all the times that Sorcerer Binky had used it, he had a pretty basic idea as to how it worked. All he had to do was get to the main throne room.
However, when he got there, he saw everything that belonged to Sorcerer Binky was being sucked up the same way Binky had been himself. Including the magic cauldron!
"Oh no!" the emperor cried. "Without that, I can't bring Pet Force here. Also, I can't make that carrot soup I was looking forward to later today for lunch. What can I do now?"
Sorcerer Binky was faring no better. He was soon brought up into the ship and brought face to face with…
"VETVIX!" he screamed in his loud voice.
Vetvix chuckled and circled the sorcerer. "Sorcerer Binky," she said softly. "We finally meet. You are the reason I can't win and take over this universe."
"What are you talkin about?" Binky demanded. "Pet Force is the one that goes up against you."
"Yes, but you are the one that brings them here," Vetvix went on. "It took me a while to finally realize it, but I finally understand it all. You are the one who holds the magic to bring Pet Force into this universe. Without you, Pet Force can not come here, and nothing will stand in my way to take over the universe!"
Binky's yellow eyes went wide. That was a pretty good point.
"Now then, you shall be thrown into the dungeon at the bottom of the ship. Guards!"
Binky attempted to zap away the mutants with his magical powers, but his force field was magic-proof.
The mutants put a rope around the force field and pulled it down into the dungeon.
"With him out of the way, the universe is ripe for the picking!" Vetvix cackled.
Calvin & Hobbes' house…
"CALVIN, GET DOWN HERE!" Mom shouted. "Our guests will be here any minute!"
Calvin sighed. He didn't like company. He especially didn't like company that was more than one. If he knew anything about company, it was a bunch of stupid sayings like "Look how tall you've gotten," and "I remember when you were just a baby." It made him feel like a zoo animal.
Hobbes crawled out from under the bed. "The hatch to the refrigerator is making some progress," he said, "but we need about three pounds of titanium alloy in order to make it so we can slide up and down without getting splinters."
Calvin groaned. "At this rate, we're probably going to bedone by next Christmas. Where are we gonna get that much metal?"
"Maybe we can get it from the junk yard. Isn't there one just a few miles from here?"
"Yeah, but Mom and Dad are so uptight they won't let go past the general store. Seriously, it's not like I'm gonna dance in traffic…again."
"Do you still have the scars?" asked Hobbes.
"Calvin, get down here!" shouted Dad.
Calvin and Hobbes slowly got up and walked downstairs. Family dinners are bad enough, but dinners with friends are different. There's usually nothing good or fun to do, and so to fight the boredom, Calvin decides it'll be fun to throw food at everyone and say that it was evil duplicate. You'd think after fifty times of doing it, he'd know better. Of course, it's all part of his elaborate scheme to get people to stop coming to their house.
"This is going to drag on for hours, most likely," Calvin decided. "I'll have to throw the green stuff at the guest's hair. That usually gets them mad."
"You are the most interesting form of entertainment I've ever seen," Hobbes sighed.
As they walked to the kitchen, they could smell Mom's terrible food brewing.
The doorbell rang.
"He's here already!" said Mom. "Calvin, get the door!"
Calvin rolled his eyes and turned the doorknob, opening the door and seeing three familiar faces.
"Mr. Arbuckle?" he asked.
"Hey, Calvin, how's it going?" Jon replied.
"Jon, how're things?" Dad asked.
"Not bad. I brought my pets and their friends over."
Mom and Dad looked down at Garfield, Odie, Nermal, Arlene and Pooky looking up at them.
"We don't have pet food," said Mom.
"Don't worry, they rarely eat cat food and kibble. They eat whatever I give them. Or at least Garfield will."
"Well, good," Mom said. "Dinner will be ready in a minute."
Mom, Dad and Jon (notice that their names all have three letters) went into the kitchen.
Calvin and Hobbes gave Garfield a high-five.
"Hey, Garfield," said Calvin. "How's all going with you?"
"Jon took me off the diet at last," Garfield said.
"As you can see, it didn't help much," Arlene said.
"Hey, at least fat can be gotten rid of," said Garfield. "As for your teeth…"
"Can it!" Arlene shouted.
"Who's she?" asked Hobbes.
"Ah, yes," said Garfield. "Calvin and Hobbes, I'd like to introduce you to my teddy bear, Pooky, the annoying kitten, Nermal, and the beaver-faced cat, Attila the Runt."
Arlene scowled. "I'm Arlene," she icily.
Calvin rolled his eyes as he and Garfield both chimed, "Women."
Nermal looked Hobbes over. "Are you a real tiger?" he asked excitedly.
"A tried and true tiger," said Hobbes proudly. "Thank you for noticing."
"He looks like an oversized version of Garfield to me," Arlene muttered, clearly not enjoying herself.
"You have serious anger issues," said Calvin. "I can tell."
"Her standards are too high," said Garfield.
"Time for dinner!" called Mom.
"FOOD!" cried Garfield.
He shot past Calvin and Hobbes as fast as he could.
"WAIT!" Calvin cried after Garfield. "Don't do it!"
But it was too late.
Garfield ran into the kitchen and onto the table. He looked at the green glob sitting on his plate. He went pale and passed out onto the floor near Calvin's feet.
"I tried to warn you," Calvin said.
"What exactly is this?" asked Jon cautiously but politely.
"It's eggplant casserole," said Mom proudly.
One man, one child, four pets and two stuffed animals started to look sick.
"Only someone incredibly stupid could possible like this stuff," Garfield whispered to Nermal.
They both looked over at Odie and saw that he was holding his nose and growling at the stuff on his plate.
"Wow, not even him," Garfield said.
Mom and Dad sat down at the table. Jon and Calvin slowly sat down as well. Garfield, Odie, Nermal, Arlene and Pooky slowly moved up took their shares.
"Is there a problem?" asked Mom, looking at Jon.
"No, no," said Jon quickly, sticking the fork into the glob. He put it in his mouth. He nearly threw up.
This is going to be a long day, was what Calvin, Hobbes, Garfield, Nermal, Arlene and Jon Arbuckle were thinking.
If Odie and Pooky had brains, they'd think the same way.