Emperor Jon's Universe…
Sorcerer Binky was cold and potentially freaked out in his magic proof cell. He was trying pry the air vent off, but it was stuck on, and of course, he couldn't use his magic to unbolt it.
"Come on!" he wailed. "Emperor Jon needs me!"
It was then that something beeped in the pocket of his robe.
"Oh, that's right," he sighed. "I have a non-magic cell phone."
He took out a light red cell phone and answered.
"Sorcerer Binky here. Who's calling?"
"Sorcerer?" came the reply. "It's Emperor Jon calling."
Binky didn't know whether or not he should be feeling good right now. Emperor Jon meant well, but he sometimes was a little slow, even during crisis. No, scratch that. Especially during crisis.
"Emperor!" Binky said, not too loudly. "I'm in a magic proof cell on Vetvix's ship! You must bring Pet Force here for me."
"We can't do that," Emperor Jon replied. "Vetvix captured everything you own along with you. That includes the magic cauldron. You must escape and make it to the cauldron and bring Pet Force. If you can bring them in on the ship, maybe they can take Vetvix by surprise."
Binky blinked. "Did you just come up with that idea all on your own?" he asked.
"Why, yes. Why do you ask?"
"Oh, no reason," Binky said quickly.
"Very well. You must find out where the cauldron is. The universe is depending on you."
Binky sighed. "I have to do everything around here," he muttered. "I'll call back."
He clapped the phone shut and off, jamming it back into his pocket. He then returned his attention to the grate. If he could get into it, he could use his magic to direct him to the cauldron, and then Pet Force could stop Vetvix. However, if he can't use he magic, he's as big a wimp as Emperor Jon.
"Here goes nothing," he said.
He laced his fingers around the grate cover and pulled with all his might. Sweat trickled down his bright white face from his red, poofy hair. His hands were growing sore fast. He'd only pulled for three seconds before he gave up. There had to be a better way to do this.
He then noticed that the ground had no floor. It was just dirt.
"If only I had a spoon," he muttered.
He bent over like a dog and started to dig furiously. Dirt flew everywhere. He started to sink into the ground as he dug. He dug straight towards the wall, hoping to find a decent way out. For the most part, this was decent.
Underneath the cell, with a dirt ceiling, was a half-Chihuahua, half-ostrich. It failed to noticed that dirt was starting to rain down to him.
"This is the dumbest job ever," he mumbled. "I just stand here waiting for someone to break out of a cell. I need to have my contract renegotiated. I never do anything! I mean, is there honestly anyone here who is going to try and escape?"
It was at that moment that Binky fell through the dirt ceiling, landing on top of the guard.
"Thank you for a prompt response," the guard sighed, and then he blacked out.
Binky looked down at the mutant and realized he was sitting on a mutant. It's not an easy thought, you know?
Regaining himself, Binky remember the task at hand. He slowly left the room. As he didn't know which room to go into, he turned himself into the mutant he'd just landed on. He simply walked down the corridors, passing unsuspecting minions of Vetvix.
Binky was constantly poking his Chihuahua head into the rooms, searching for his stuff. It wouldn't be for about five more floors of the ship before he finally he found the object of his desire: the cauldron!
Judging his moment, he slid into the magic room. He shut the door tight and peered into the cauldron. It was empty. In order to make Pet Force come, it had to be filled with a few specials ingredients. Basically anything would work, except cheesecake, for the obvious reason. If you don't know that reason, then you have no right to read this story.
Binky knew that Vetvix could detect magic anywhere, so he'd have to improvise. He quickly started to roll it out the door. He instantly ran into a half-turtle, half-eagle.
"Where're you taking that?" he asked in a dopey voice.
"Um, Vetvix requested that I bring it to her to be destroyed."
"Cool. Carry on."
The mutant left.
Binky felt his stomach churning. He hated looking at these guys. Hey, you'd feel sick too if you saw mutants that could talk. He quickly hurried to the nearest giant restroom. He ran in and locked the door.
"I hope this is the men's room," he muttered.
He ran to a sink and started to fill the cauldron with hot water. Then he took a few packets of gum out of his pockets, dumping them into the cauldron. Then he dumped some breath mints in. Finally, he placed in a penny and made a wish.
"Let's hope this works," he muttered, changing back to himself.
He started to mix up the ingredients.
Someone knocked on the door.
"Someone's in here!" Binky shouted.
"But I gotta go!" a screechy voice said.
"I'm sorry, but I'm the type that requires all four toilets!"
"Whoa, boy. Sorry pal. Later."
The whatever-it-was left.
Binky rolled his eyes and resumed. He crossed his fingers and hoped for the best. Much to his relief, he could see an image. It was a little pink from the gum, but he could make out Garfield, Odie, Nermal, Arlene, and Pooky, not to mention Jon Arbuckle, Calvin, Hobbes and Calvin's parents.
Binky eyed Hobbes closely. "An interesting universe they live in," he commented.
Binky then pressed a few buttons on the cauldron, and the gooey water began to boil.
Calvin & Hobbes' house…
Dinner was moving quite slowly. Any dinner with eggplant in it will definitely move slowly.
"Can I be excused yet?" Calvin whined.
"No," Dad replied.
"Why not?"
"You didn't finish your dinner."
"That's because I'm against eating anything that was once purple," Calvin said.
Mom and Dad ignored Calvin and continued eating. Jon simply tried to stomach this food.
The only of the pets that actually touched the stuff was Arlene. She noticed how sour the others looked.
"Oh, come on, it's not that bad," she said.
"You lie," Garfield snarled.
"For once, I'm with Garfield," added Nermal. "I can't possibly stomach this stuff. Besides, we're cats. It's our job to be finicky eaters."
"He's right," Garfield said. "Let's be realistic and get rid of it."
Garfield and Nermal slowly slipped their shares onto Odie's plate. Odie grunted angrily.
"Sorry, boy," Garfield said. "You need to uphold the stereotype that dogs will eat anything."
Calvin looked over at Arlene. "You don't have to be polite to my parents," he whispered. "I never am."
"That's how it works around here," added Hobbes, also slipping his food onto Odie's plate.
"Well, I could care less what you two do," Arlene snapped. "You two are so disgusting."
"Hey, watch it, toots," Garfield said. "They're my pals."
"Even more reason," Arlene said.
"Will you two shut up?" Nermal demanded.
A sort-of noisy argument started between the three cats.
Mom and Dad noticed.
"Calvin, what did you do to the cats?" Mom demanded.
"I didn't do anything. Arlene just has a bad attitude," Calvin said.
Suddenly, Garfield stopped and froze, just as he had Arlene in a headlock.
"I feel an adventure coming on," he said nervously.
The fat cat looked at his paws and saw that they were turning brighter.
"Oh, no," he groaned. "Not again."
It was at that instant, right when everyone was concentrating on their food, Garfield, Odie, Nermal, Arlene, and Pooky all disappeared in a flash of light.
Calvin and Hobbes were the only ones who noticed the flash, but they didn't see their friends (and Arlene) disappear.
"What was that?" asked Hobbes.
"I dunno," Calvin replied. "Probably nothing important."
Boy, was he ever wrong!