Calvin and Hobbes backed themselves into the bottom step.

Rupert was moving in, pumping his ray gun up, and glaring at Calvin and Hobbes with an annoyed look on his face.

There was a moment of silence.

Then, Hobbes spoke.

"Calvin, is there any particular reason why we can't just run away while he's pumping his gun up?"

Calvin's eyes blanked out.

There was a long moment of silence.

"I guess so." He said. "But the director told us to just dramatically stand here."

"Why on Earth does Rupert have a pump up gun away?" Hobbes asked. "I thought they were advanced."

"We are." Rupert grumbled. "We were working on low budget."

"Oh." Calvin and Hobbes said, in unison.

Rupert continued pumping his gun up.

Finally, he finished pumping the gun up, and pointed it at Calvin.

"Alright!" He grinned. "Who wants to die first?"

Calvin and Hobbes exchanged glances.

"He does." Hobbes said, shielding himself with Calvin.

Calvin's head shot around.

"What do you mean, 'I do'?" He demanded. "You're the one that should go first!"

Calvin spun around, and shielded himself with Hobbes.

"No, the morons who make the stupid inventions go out first."

Hobbes grabbed Calvin, and put him in front of his face.

"Age before beauty!"

Calvin pushed Hobbes to the front.

"Lady lovers first!"

Hobbes shoved Calvin out front.

"Scardey cats are always the first!"

At that very moment, Earl came flying up.

"What are they doing now?" He asked.

"Contemplating my question." Rupert muttered.

Soon, Calvin and Hobbes got into a heated argument, which quickly turned to a heated battle.

Calvin and Hobbes rolled around on the ground, biting, kicking, slugging, clawing, and punching each other.

Hobbes slammed Calvin into the step, and Calvin pinned Hobbes to the ground.

They started rolling towards the couch.

Calvin shoved and kicked Hobbes under the couch, and then dove in after him, screaming his head off.

There was a moment of silence.

Rupert and Earl watched.

"Rupert?" Earl asked.

"Yes, Earl?"

"They tricked us, didn't they?"

"Yes, Earl."

Calvin and Hobbes were under the couch chuckling to themselves.

"Great show, Hobbes, we really fooled them!"

"Yeah, I think it convincing." Hobbes said, dusting himself off.

ZAP!

ZAP!

"Perhaps too convincing." He sighed.

Rupert and Earl were rocketing towards Calvin and Hobbes with horrible expressions on their faces.

Calvin and Hobbes screamed, and ran to the back of the couch.

Like that would do any good.

Rupert and Earl squeezed themselves under the couch.

It was very dark under there.

Pitch black.

So dark, that you could've been able to see better with your eyes closed.

And under there, in the inky darkness of the dark, people were running into each other, and screaming their heads off.

Calvin ran into Hobbes, Hobbes ran into Rupert, Rupert ran into Calvin, and Earl ran into Hobbes.

"OW!"

"YOU STEPPED ON MY FOOT!"

"WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING, BONEHEAD!"

"YEEEK!"

"GET OFF MY TENTACLE!"

"HOBBES! I FOUND SOMEBODY'S TENTACLE!"

ZAP! ZAP! ZAP!

"GET OFF MY HEAD!"

"OUCH! YOUR STANDING ON MY PAW!"

"WHAT PAW!"

"OUCH!"

"HEY!"

"THE PAIN!"

"GET OFF OF ME!"

There was a click, and a flash of light.

Rupert stood over Calvin and Hobbes, holding a extremely bright blood red Zokian flashlight.

Calvin was hugging Hobbes' head, and Hobbes was trying to get him off.

Rupert and Earl exchanged glances.

"This is going to be so easy." Rupert growled, grinning.

Earl held up his ray gun, and cocked it.

It started humming.

But suddenly, Hobbes flung his leg through the air, and tripped Earl.

BLAST!

Earl stumbled.

The ray went over Calvin's head, and blasted a smoking hole in the couch.

"HEY!" Calvin screamed. "THAT ALMOST HIT ME! I OUGHT TO SUE YOU!"

Hobbes rushed past the two aliens, Calvin still attached to his head, and sprinted out from underneath the couch.

"Come on!" Rupert screamed. "They're getting away!"

Earl leaped to his feet, and developed a poisonous expression.

He looked like he wasn't about to sing Happy Birthday.

Calvin and Hobbes rushed away from the couch, and back to the stairs.

When they reached them, they frantically began to climb up them.

Meanwhile, Rupert and Earl had used their ray guns, had blasted a hole in the couch, and flown out.

The couch now looked pretty ugly.

Very ugly, as a matter of fact.

Oops.

"Gee, maybe Mom won't notice the couch." Calvin considered.

"Yeah right."

The crew followed Rupert and Earl from the kitchen.

Calvin and Hobbes continued to climb.

Rupert and Earl were getting closer.

Calvin reached into his pocket.

He ripped his MTM out, and flung it at Rupert.

FLING!

BONK!

Rupert yowled, and threw the CD player away.

And then, even though nothing had happened to them, Earl's crew lost control of their rockets again.

But on the other hand, what would you expect?

Calvin caught the MTM, and tucked it into his pocket, and chuckled to himself.

"Man, I finally get a good enemy." He laughed.

"Is that something to be proud of?" Hobbes asked.

"Yes."

"Uh huh."

Calvin and Hobbes continued climbing the stairs, while Rupert and Earl attempted to get the jet packs off of the crew.

Just then, Mom came into the house.