Now is the time for Calvin and Hobbes to become the Jedi they were meant to be! And it starts with the beginning of a little thing called the Clone Wars. Anyway, hope you guys like this chapter, and please remember to leave a review at the end.

*I still don't own Calvin and Hobbes or Star Wars: The Clone Wars!*

*Speech Key*

"May the Force be with you." = Normal Speech

'May the Force be with you.' = Thinking

"May the Force be with you." = Force Ghost Speaking

"May the Force be with you." = Someone Yelling

"Haha haha! You lose, General Kenobi!" = Separatist Droid Speech

Running Away - A Heart To Heart!

"Okay, are we ready?" Calvin asked.

It was now twelve thirty at night and all was quiet in the house as Calvin's Mom and Dad had finally gone to bed. Soon after that, he and Hobbes raided the kitchen for enough food to last them at least a week before they were forced to either hunt or forage for their own food. Calvin would have taken some money too, but he knew that his parents kept their debit cards and cash very close to their persons. Especially at night after the first and only time their house was ever broken into.

A decision that really helped them from then on to protect money and personal information, but a totally bad move for Calvin's little escape plan. So, he had no choice but to take his entire savings. But since Calvin has only ever been paid five dollars every month, it didn't add up to much. Ever since he was ten, he's put aside five dollars to save up for something grand, but he's only ever managed to save up a total of two hundred and forty dollars in total.

Yeah, his parents are real cheapskates.

Hobbes slung his satchel over his shoulder and picked up Calvin's suitcase. The tiger nodded and began to quietly walk out the back door of the house while Calvin kept a lookout for anyone who might be watching. Once Hobbes was a good distance away from the house, the blonde boy slowly closed the door after locking it from the inside and ran like the wind.

He met up with Hobbes about halfway through the path to the woods and ran further in with him until they came across a small stream where they could rest a moment.

"Okay, I think we're far enough away, for now. Let's rest a bit." Calvin said.

He groaned tiredly as he slumped against a nearby tree. Since his parents had him on a strict curfew, he's never been up this late and is almost dead tired because of how his body's internal clock has been wired.

"Boy, I never thought that the rest of my life would be spent on the lam." he mumbled.

"Speaking of Lamb, what kind of food did you bring?" Hobbes asked as he rummaged through their rations.

"How can you possibly think of eating? I'm so worried about the future, I feel sick." Calvin asked.

Hobbes looked up from the food pouch, holding a bottle of water.

"Really? Can I have your share of the rations too, then?"

Calvin just facepalmed and slumped further against the tree, not at all happy with how things turned out. If only his parents could have accepted him for who he is instead of trying to change him into what they wanted him to be. Then maybe this whole situation could have been avoided. But instead they chose to hold on to the ideals that children are meant to be molded to the parent's vision and ideals.

In his honest opinion, it's not their age that's changed since they became adults. It's THEM.

"Hobbes, I want you to be honest with me here. Do you honestly think that it's my fault that Mom and Dad wanted me gone? Was I so bad that they decided to just up and ship me off to boot camp just to get rid of me?" Calvin asked.

Hobbes didn't even need to think about his answer here.

"Well, let's list your bad qualities first. You're stubborn, highly irritable, you tend to do stupid things for no real reason other than just because you can, you have no social skills due to your childhood and not having many friends your age, and you spend much of your time talking to me: a tiger who most people see as a stuffed animal. So, in your parents' eyes, you were so far gone that they had no choice but to send you to boot camp." Hobbes said.

Calvin huffed and crossed his arms. He knows that his best friend is right about all that stuff, but did he have to be so insulting about it? Or was he just being truthful? Hobbes is so sarcastic sometimes that it's hard to tell being truthful from being sarcastic.

"But your good qualities include that you're determined, you never give up on those you care about," Hobbes began to list.

Calvin could relate to that last one. When all of his relatives had given up on Granddad after his car accident, Calvin didn't abandon him. He never gave up on the old timer, trying to give him the strength to keep on fighting. And the old man did until his last breath.

"You have one of the greatest imaginations that's ever existed, you have such great ideas, even if some of them are not so great, but most of all…"

"Most of all?" Calvin asked.

"Most of all, you have a great, big heart! You care deeply for those you love and are willing to go the extra mile for them! And that's what makes your parents so wrong for trying to do what they planned to you!" Hobbes finished with a smile.

Calvin couldn't help the small tears that gathered in the corners of his eyes. Hobbes certainly has such a way with words. Scooting over from his seat at the tree, Calvin wrapped his arms around Hobbes in a hug which the tiger gladly returned.

"I'm so glad to have a friend like you, Hobbes." Calvin said.

"And you always will!" Hobbes assured.

*To Be Continued…*

Before I end the chapter, I just want to give thanks to God above for giving me the words I needed to write this story for all of you Star Wars and Calvin and Hobbes fans out there! It is through his help and the help of all of you readers and fellow authors out there that I have become the writer I am today! So, I also would like to thank all of you! Now, if you don't mind, I have a few questions for all of you before I go. Ahem…!

1.) What color should Calvin's Lightsaber blade be? Should it be blue, the color of the Jedi Guardian? Or should it be green, the color of the Jedi Consular? Or should it be some other color?

2.) Which Jedi do you want Calvin to be assigned to when he becomes a Padawan?

3.) What sort of punishment should I give to Calvin's Mom and Dad later in the story? Or do you want me to have them have a change of heart?

4.) Should Hobbes use a Lightsaber, two Lightsabers, a Double-Bladed Lightsaber, or should he adapt Lightsaber technology into a pair of clawed gauntlets?

Thank you all so much for reading this chapter. May the Force be with you, and have a great day!