SHE DROPPED THE BAG ON TOP OF CALVIN AND HOBBES' HEADS!
RI-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-IP!
Both were unhurt, but the paper bag was ripped, when it came down on their heads, and all at once, both of found themselves trapped in the bag.
Mom reached into the bag and began pulling things out.
Calvin and Hobbes leaped from Mom's way, as she grabbed the pickle jar, potato chips, and pack of soda.
After the bag was empty, she picked it up, and proceced to fold it up.
Calvin and Hobbes were instantly crushed under the paper.
Luckily for Calvin and Hobbes, Mom never threw paper bags away. She saved them for several reasons. But I can't go into detail, right now.
She folded the bag up, and placed it in a drawer.
She closed the drawer up, and walked away, leaving Calvin and Hobbes trapped inside.
Meanwhile, the aliens had retreated to a hole in the wall.
Or at least the crew had.
Rupert and Earl were outside somewhere, trying to put all the wires in their rocket packs back in place.
The crew was hiding in a mouse hole.
However, the alleged mouse wasn't home at the moment, making it the perfect hideout for the crew.
Dave had come up with the feeble-minded idea to make a campfire, and tell scary stories, since it was so dark.
Nobody could find a fire, so they settled for a piece cheese laying next to the wall.
I won't go into details about their moronic stories.
I will say only the titles of their stories.
Night of the Really, Really Slippery Banana Peal, Count Peanut Butter, and Dawn of the Porkchop.
Please note that all their stories involve food. I shall say no more on the subject.
In the middle of Alfred the Alien's THE BIRD FEATHERS, Rupert and Earl came into the mouse hole, and interrupted them.
"Alright." Rupert said, "We have the rocket packs running, again."
The aliens stared at them.
"Does this mean we have to go?" Lenny asked.
"Yes, it means we have to go!" Earl screamed. "We have to get to that shrink ray before the Earth Potentate does!"
"But we were right in the middle of our story." Whined Tim.
Rupert and Earl gave them all deadly glares.
"Get up." Rupert growled.
Reluctantly, the aliens got up, and strapped their rocket packs back on.
"OK." Earl said. "Telling you to turn your rockets off when you loose control doesn't seem to work. So we'll try this."
Earl grabbed Biff by his shirt collar.
"If any of you do that again," He threatened. "I'll shove you all into the cracks in the wall, and leave you for the mice!"
The crew exchanged glances, then nodded.
Earl released Biff's shirt, but the impression from his clenched fist remained there.
"Alright." Earl said. "Let's move out."
"Ya know, we could get rid of Cilvan, then we wouldn't have any trouble getting to that shrinky thing." Jay muttered to Danny.
Earl, however, overheard this.
"What kind of competition could we possibly have with the Earth Potentate?" He asked, turning to Jay. "We're advanced. He's not. We have jet packs. He doesn't. We have ray guns. He has CD players. What kind of trouble could we possibly have with this kid?"
Rupert and Earl exchanged glances.
"On the other hand," Rupert said. "Even if we got to the shrink ray, the Earth Potentate could still make another one, despite his size."
Earl took that into consideration.
"Well, this changes everything." He said.
Rupert turned to Jay.
"Very well," He said. "We will destroy the Earth Potentate, then take the Shrink Ray."
"I didn't mean it as a suggestion." Jay said.
"Shut up." Earl spat. "Come on. We need to find the Earth Potentate, before..."
Earl was cut off by a low growling.
The alien's yellow compound eyes all bulged, then they turned to see what was growling.
Hmmmm...
It appeared to a...
Well, a mouse.
It was glaring at them with big white eyes, and had, uh, pretty sharp teeth that you don't usually take into thoughtfulness when your full height.
Rupert, Earl, and the crew all stared at the mouse with wide unblinking eyes.
Carl the alien was the first to speak.
"I didn't know hamsters got that big on this planet."
More idiocy, in other words.
Rupert and Earl slowly reached for their ray guns.
The mouse growled at them.
Rupert and Earl whipped out their ray guns, and started firing.
ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! ZAP!
The mouse ducked the blasts, then with a fling from his mighty paw, it whacked the ray guns out of their hands.
The guns landed fifty feet away.
Rupert and Earl exchanged glances, then started backing away.
The mouse was closing in on them.
Meanwhile, Calvin and Hobbes were struggling against the bag, and trying to get out.
After twenty minutes of struggling against the bag, Hobbes decided he wanted to notch it down to level one, and just cut a hole into it with his claws.
Calvin had a lot to say about that. And most of it was expressed in screaming and throwing arms in all directions format.
After a while, though, they decided to turn to the task at hand; getting out of the drawer.
They stared at the huge unopenable door in front on them.
Calvin scratched his chin.
"Well, this one's gonna be hard." he said.
"How do you propose that we open it?"
"No idea." Calvin said. "My MTM is burnt out completely, And I don't see anything else around us that will help."
Calvin cut his eyes from side to side.
"Unless..."
"Oh-oh." Hobbes said. "He's getting an idea, folks, get your chair and whip ready."
Calvin rushed over to the back of the drawer, and put his plan into action.