Author's Note: I apologize for the extreme delay with this chapter. I'd had the plot in mind already, but it was actually writing it that was difficult. Also, I had other stories to work on, and so now I have time for this. I hope you enjoy the three new characters.

The search for a shirt had been a long and tiring one.

Calvin and Hobbes searched far and wide.

They thought they'd try their luck searching around Binder Mountain again.

Hobbes pushed some brush away (or wadded up paper) and found a ladder made of paper had been formed at the bottom.

"Hey, check this out!" he shouted.

Calvin and the two socks and the two shoes joined him at the edge.

"It looks like there's old clothes down there," he commented. "Maybe we'll find a shirt."

They left the other clothes at the ledge, and Calvin and Hobbes scrambled down.

"Look at that!" said Calvin. "That sweater in the rocking chair looks a lot like the one Grandma gave me for Christmas!"

"I always wondered what you did with that thing," Hobbes commented.

Calvin and Hobbes approached the elderly red sweater. She was knitting in her chair, and a bunch of deformed clothes hung around in the branches.

"Hello," Calvin said. "I'm Calvin, and this is Hobbes."

The sweater looked up.

"Well, aren't you a nice young man?" she cooed.

"Yee don't know he very well, do yee?" Hobbes commented.

Calvin growled at him.

"Well, I'm Grandma Sweater. I'm just about done with this issue of Knitting Weekly," the elderly sweater said. "You can have it when I'm done."

"That's okay, I don't need it," said Calvin. "We don't knit."

"You don't? Well, that's a shame. In the good ol' days, everyone knitted."

Calvin squinted his eyes in confusion.

Hobbes arched any eyebrow.

Which good ol' days were they?

"I wish we could knit," said Hobbes. "I am in desperate need of a shirt."

"Well, I could knit a shirt for you," said Grandma Sweater. "All I need is some yarn."

Calvin looked at all the deformed clothes she had obviously done herself. Sweat pants were uneven, sweaters had sleeves in the neck, and scarves were either a mile long or an inch short.

"Um, I dunno…," he said.

"We'll find some yarn," said Hobbes quickly.

"Good," said Grandma Sweater. "Just bring me any kind of yarn."

Calvin and Hobbes climbed out of the pit. They gave the shoes and socks orders to wait for them, and then they continued off to find some yarn.

"What are we gonna do?" Calvin demanded. "That old nag can't possibly knit! Did you see those clothes?"

"Um…they weren't too bad," Hobbes said uneasily.

"Hobbes…they had eyes."

"Okay, fine, they were practically mutants. But I don't have a lot of options. It's either her, or we have to make our own."

"At least one we made wouldn't have eyes."

Calvin and Hobbes started their search, and it wasn't long before they were on a farm.

"DAGNABBIT!" they heard someone shout in a southwestern drawl.

"Did you hear that?" Calvin asked.

They peeked over the rocks and saw that a giant green eraser wearing overalls was chasing down a bunch of fuzz balls.

"Blasted dust bunnies won't stay still long enough for me to catch 'em," he commented.

Calvin and Hobbes approached.

"Hey, what's up?" Calvin asked.

"Not much," said the eraser. "Howdy. I'm the Happy Farmer."

"Not very creative," Hobbes muttered.

"Nice day, huh?" Happy Farmer continued. "Some days it rains. I like those days too. I have to put off work for a while when that happens. And then of course it's good for the crops. I grow spaghetti and breadsticks. I don't have much space, but that's okay too. It doesn't take much to grow spaghetti. Only a mile long and an inch wide. The best part is it doesn't take long to plough the field. But lately I've been herding these here bunnies."

"These are bunnies?" asked Hobbes.

"Dust bunnies to be exact. They're fun to raise, and they raise me a fine profit. It's my job to sheer their wool once a week and sell the wool. That is, if I ever catch them."

Calvin sighed. He didn't like people who were too happy.

"Well, for a cut of the dough, I'll give you a hand," he decided.

"How's that?" asked Happy Farmer.

Calvin pulled that old yo-yo string out of his pocket from the slingshot incident.

"We'll use this to lasso them. If we can get one bunny to move towards the sheering shed, then we'll use him as bait to lure the other bunnies after him."

Hobbes and Happy Farmer moved aside.

Calvin took the looped end of the yo-yo string and watched a round dust ball rolling around.

Here's the intrepid Spaceman Spiff, here on an alien planet. His mission: capture an alien creature and get it to the ship. Then he is to take it to Earth for decontamination and study.

Calvin's eye twitched as he advanced.

"Uh-oh," Hobbes muttered.

The dust bunny advanced.

The alien advances. Our hero springs into action!

Calvin whipped out his lasso and prepared to grab the bunny.

Spiff whips out his tractor beam gun and aims it at the round alien.

Calvin tossed the rope into the air and lassoed the dust bunny.

"Hey, he caught it!" cheered Hobbes.

"Much obliged there, Calvin," said Happy Farmer. "And looky here: all the other bunnies are followin'!"

"Must have lassoed a mean bunny."

The alien is in Spiff's clutches! And as luck would have it, it's their leader! All the others are following, and are now heading for the ship.

Suddenly, right out of nowhere, a giant creature comes along and snatches the alien right out of the gun's grasp!

Happy Farmer grabbed the dust bunny and untied it. He took out the razors and proceeded with the shaving.

The creature takes out a strange device and starts to remove the outer shell of the alien. It is revealed that under the round exterior was merely a tiny, pathetic creature!

Hobbes stared at the bunnies as they were shaved. They had gone from soft and round to a pair of eyes and two feet.

"Whoa, they're so small underneath all the wool," he commented.

"Yup," said Happy Farmer.

After the last one was done, all the wool was put down a chute. A lever was pulled, and out of a slot poured out bundles of yarn!

Calvin managed to free himself from the fantasy, and he saw a pile of yarn.

Hobbes felt it.

"Wow, it's still warm!" he said.

"That's dust bunny yarn for ya," said Happy Farmer.

Calvin stepped forward. "Now for our part of the dough, please," he said.

"Oh, right. Here."

Calvin grinned a huge grin. He put his open hands out.

Happy Farmer placed in them…a bundle of yarn.

"Hey, I wanted money!" he shouted. "You know: your profit!"

"This is the profit," said Happy Farmer. "My profit is that I get free yarn to have clothes made!"

Calvin muttered something unkind while Hobbes chuckled.

"It's just what we needed," he said. "Come on, Cal."

Hobbes started to trudge back up the mountain, and a very angry Calvin followed.

The creature kept the alien, and all it left me with was an outer shell as a souvenir. Our hero now returns to the ship to grumble at the big loss.

It wasn't long before they were back at Grandma Sweater's rocking chair.

"We got some yarn," said Hobbes.

"Its bunny yarn!" added Calvin.

Grandma Sweater looked it over.

"Ooh, perfect! And it's still warm! It's soft and silky and it knits real fast! I'll knit a shirt for you in know time, young tiger."

Calvin and Hobbes simply smiled nervously as they looked at her last "works of art".

Grandma Sweater was right. It did indeed knit real fast. But after her few minutes of knitting, the finished result was horrid. It had five arms, no place for a head, and, of course, it had eyes.

"Try it on," she said.

Hobbes stared.

"How?" he demanded.

Grandmas Sweater sighed. "I guess I should have left at least one neck hole."

"Yeah, no kidding," Calvin muttered.

Hobbes shoved him.

"Still," Calvin went on quickly. "It's a very nice…shirt, is it?"

"If I had a pattern to work from, I could make your friend a very nice shirt," Grandma Sweater said.

"Does it have to be a certain kind of pattern?" Hobbes asked.

"No, it only has to show your exact size and shape."

"I see."

Calvin grinned.

"I think I may have something like that with me."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a floppy blue substance that resembled gum.

It was the Funny Putty that Hobbes had landed in. It still had his shape in it.

"Will this work?" Calvin asked.

"Oh my! It's perfect!" said Grandma Sweater. "It's every bit as handsome as Hobbes!"

Hobbes chuckled modestly.

"Shut up!" Calvin ordered. "That's just granny-love."

Grandmas Sweater put the Funny Putty on her lap, and then she started to knit over it.

After a few minutes, she held up a shirt that was black with orange spots on it.

"How's this one?" she asked.

Hobbes stared happily.

"It's perfect! It's magnificent!" he cheered.

A pair of eyes sprouted around the neck hole.

"Hello!" said the shirt.

"It's…talking," Calvin said plainly.

"You're a perfect fit for me, and vice-versa!"

"It's a suck up," Calvin added.

"You look pretty comfy without clothes right now, Hobbes," said the shirt. "Why don't you save me for later?"

"And it's a respectful, too!" Hobbes grinned. "Thanks, Grandma Sweater."

"Any time," the old sweater grinned.

The shirt joined the team.

"We did it!" crowed Calvin. "We got all the things we need to get you inside!"

"Yeah!" said Hobbes. "Now let's go get that worthless report back!"

Calvin glared at him, and the team set off for the Grubby Corner Mall to pay a certain security guard a little visit…