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In the span of less than thirty minutes, Calvin and Hobbes had gone from time travelers to wanted criminals on the run. From nobodies in the crowd to the eye of the public. At this point, Hobbes was wishing he was back with the dinosaurs, while Calvin wished he would get struck by lightning.
They ran into the woods and scrambled through the trees and branches.
"Okay, so if I remember the layout of the wood correctly, we just need to keep on this path and we should hit the backyard." Calvin said.
"I'm shocked that not much has changed from here to our time." Hobbes mused. They both looked around at the woods, recognizing everything from their own time.
"That's nature for you." Calvin said. They soon came to the boundary of the backyard, and hopped the fence. Unfortunately, Hobbes caught his tail in it and Calvin had to pull it out.
"I'm glad that we don't have to do that in our time." Hobbes said, rubbing his tail.
"There's a lot we don't have to do in our time." Calvin said, He ruffled his hair and shook his head, returning his hair to its original style. "Well, the trip may have been short, but at least we got what I need." Calvin looked at the paper with a grin. Hobbes rolled his eyes as they walked up to the backdoor.
Calvin opened it and he and Hobbes walked inside...and then froze.
"Hobbes...does something look...off to you?" Calvin asked.
"Yeah...was this furniture here when we left?" Hobbes asked.
He and Calvin looked at each other and then tiptoed through the house, seeing boxes, bags, furniture, and appliances everywhere. They walked over and saw a table set up in the kitchen. There was a small box labeled "Magic Marker" on it, with five of what appeared to be nail polish bottles on some of the nearby boxes. Hobbes picked one up and popped the cap.
"Hobbes what are you doing!? Touching nail polish is a violation of G.R.O.S.S conduct." Calvin gasped.
Hobbes made a mark along the side of a box in black.
"It's not nail polish, it's a marker." Hobbes said before handing it to Calvin. Calvin looked it over and then stuck it into his pocket.
"It looks like someone moved in while we were away...think we can still get to the time machine?" Hobbes asked as he looked toward the stairs.
"That all depends if someone's up there. The time machine's in the closet of my room; if we're lucky, whoever moved here doesn't have kids." Calvin said. He moved forward and placed one foot on the step, when they heard the sound of someone clearing their throat. Both of them turned to see a red-headed woman in a 50's style dress staring at them from one room over.
"What are you doing in our house?" The woman asked sharply. Calvin and Hobbes exchanged glances.
"Think we can reason with her?" Hobbes whispered.
"She's a girl, Hobbes, that's psychically impossible!" Calvin whispered back as the woman began to tap her foot.
"I'm waiting." She said. Calvin turned to look at her with a sheepish grin.
"Uhh well, see, me and my associate are from the Homeowners Association and we're here to talk about your fence." Calvin said.
The woman narrowed her eyes. "Why would the Homeowners Association send over a little kid?" She questioned.
"I'm a midget, ma'am, and I happen to take offense to that!" Calvin declared. Hobbes slapped his forehead.
"Honey, who are you talking to!?" A deep voice echoed from the stairs, causing both Calvin and Hobbes to jump.
"Some hooligans who have broken into your house!" The woman called back up. Calvin and Hobbes heard some quick shuffling.
"What!?" The man shouted back and he began to head toward the stairs.
"On my signal we run, got it?" Calvin said. Hobbes gave a nod as Calvin watched the woman. Her eyes went from them to the stairs and back. He waited until her eyes were back at the stairs.
"REMEMBER THAT PLACE IN TEXAS!" Calvin shouted as he ran. The woman, her husband and Hobbes all jumped and Hobbes took off running. The woman tried to move in front of them but Calvin slammed into her leg. With a cry, the woman fell onto her back as Calvin and Hobbes raced out the backdoor. The husband checked over his wife and began to storm after them.
"Get back here, you little miscreant!" he demanded.
"Adults never change; people are never going to listen when someone shouts that." Calvin said as he and Hobbes raced into the treeline. The two of them ran for a little while before finally coming to a stop.
"Okay, so I know this looks bad—" Calvin began.
"Looks bad? We're wanted fugitives and have no means of escaping this time period! If this is 'looks bad,' what's actual bad?" Hobbes shouted.
"Calm down, Hobbes I haven't disintegrated anything. I mean, we can still get out of this." Calvin said. "We just need a substitute for the time machine; I just need the material to make the hull."
"You mean cardboard?" Hobbes asked. Calvin scoffed and chuckled.
"Oh Hobbes, my inventions are more than just cardboard. They are feats of wonder, amazement, imagination, and above all else-"
"Cardboard?" Hobbes asked. Calvin's face dropped as Hobbes smirked.
"Yes Hobbes...cardboard..." Calvin grumbled as he glared at him. Hobbes chuckled as they began to walk through the woods.
"Where are we going to find one, given our current status? I don't think we can just ask to borrow a box." Hobbes pointed out.
"Well it's simple, we'll just tell them to... 'put it on my tab.'" Calvin said sheepishly. Hobbes groaned. The two of them kept walking until they got to the edge of the woods.
"Well...doesn't look like we have an angry mob trying to hunt us down." Calvin happily observed. The two of them stepped out of the woods cautiously and began walking down the street. The two of them walked slowly, hoping not to draw attention to themselves, but Calvin caught some people eyeing him curiously.
"Think anyone knows who we are?" Hobbes whispered.
"It doesn't seem like it. I don't know what's so odd about us." Calvin whispered back. As the boy and tiger wearing a leather jacket and shades walked to a street corner, Hobbes looked up at a street pole and he took off his shades.
"Uh Calvin, we have a problem." He said. Calvin turned as Hobbes pointed to a poster put on the pole. It showed a police sketch of Calvin holding up Hobbes. The Sketch showed a mixture of his original look and the ones Hobbes had given him.
"That's outrageous, they got my nose wrong!" Calvin shouted. Several people turned to look at him, and then back at the poster.
"We may want to start moving again." Hobbes said. He looked around, and then back at Calvin...who was now drawing a mustache and goofy glasses on their wanted poster with the magic marker.
"What are you doing?" Hobbes face palmed.
"Throwing everyone off our trail." Calvin answered as he finished. "This way no one can know that my handsome mug's on that poster." He didn't notice that several adults were whispering to each other, some pointing at Calvin. Two women were running for a police officer down the block.
"Alright Hobbes let's get a move on, we need to find that box before..." Calvin looked up, seeing that several adults had moved in front of his path. Their backs were to him but their heads kept turning back and forth to look at him.
"Hey, the light's green, can we please get moving? I got places to do, things to see." Calvin said and tried to push his way past the line of people. Hobbes grabbed his arm and pointed.
Calvin looked and saw that, to his abject terror, the policeman down the street was running toward them.
"Why didn't you tell me that we were attracting attention!?" Calvin demanded. Hobbes sighed as they saw the adults moving, trying to block any chance of Calvin's escape route.
"They're circling the wagons." Calvin hissed. He looked around trying to find a way to escape. His eyes fell upon his magic marker, and just how nice everyone looked.
He yanked off the cap and then pointed it at the people.
"Back, back I say, or else I will leave a mark that will ruin your clothing forever!" He challenged. The adults just stared at him while even the policeman stopped in confusion at the "threat"
"Is that really the best that you have?" Hobbes asked.
"You try coming with an escape plan in five seconds." Calvin whispered back. Hobbes looked up and around with a smirk.
"Give me four." He said. Hobbes looked around, and then picked up Calvin by his arms and swung him around, hitting several of the people in the knees. Multiple people screamed and so did Calvin. To the people, however, it looked like Calvin had just kicked them all in the knees in rapid succession. The adults stumbled out of the way and Hobbes began running, dragging Calvin along with him.
"Using the dictator-for-life as a weapon is in direct violation of G.R.O.S.S protocol 55!" Calvin shouted at Hobbes as he took off down the road.
The policeman ran over and helped some of the people up. "Is everyone alright?" He asked. Several people nodded.
One woman looked in the direction Calvin and Hobbes had gone off in. "Did anyone hear what he shouted?" She asked. Several people shook their heads no, but one person nodded.
"He said something about 'Gross protocol.'" One man said.
"'Gross' must be an acronym..." The policeman mused. Everyone wracked their minds till someone spoke up.
"What if… it stands for Germans Rising Over Shining Seas?" One man theorized. Several people gasped and thought it over. Soon the whole group became convinced that's what G.R.O.S.S stood for...and from that, panic set in.
Back with our two criminals-I mean, heroes. Hobbes ducked into a side ally next to a restaurant, his hand cupped over Calvin's mouth with a look of utter annoyance. He walked into the alleyway and then set Calvin down.
Calvin shot daggers at Hobbes and crossed his arms.
"You're going to be lucky if you don't get demoted to buck private over this!" Calvin threatened. Hobbes scoffed.
"You're the one who drew attention to ourselves by drawing on our wanted poster!" He shot back and then jabbed Calvin in the chest. "You'll be lucky if an uprising doesn't happen to remove you from power-if we can even get home. Everyone knows what we look like now so we can't go out in the open!"
Calvin listened to Hobbes' words and a concerned look crossed his face.
"Hmm… you're right, we're too compromised now. We're going to have to find something akin to the time machine's hull and wing it." He said. Hobbes looked around the alley, and his eyes fell on the dumpster at the restaurant's back door.
Next to the dumpster was a pile of old wooden crates.
"Would those work?" Hobbes asked. Calvin turned his head and looked at the crates. He walked over and looked them over.
"I don't know, Hobbes; these things might not be able to withstand the pressure of time and space travel like the original…" He mused. Hobbes slapped his forehead again.
"The old one's made out of cardboard and this is made out of wood!" Hobbes shouted. He gestured to the entrance to the alley. "And we really don't have any other options besides this right now." They heard the sounds of stomping feet. Several people and a policeman ran right past the alley. Both of them hid behind the crates as their pursuers went past.
"Okay, but if it falls apart and we land in the age of disco, I'm making you sleep on the floor." Calvin quipped. Hobbes shook his head as Calvin got to work with his magic marker. Hobbes kept watch to make sure that no one would sneak up on them before he was done.
Within fifteen minutes Calvin had it all complete and was writing Time Machine II on the side of it.
"Okay, this should get us back home, and if we're lucky we'll get another use out of it." He said. Hobbes sighed.
"At least it doesn't involve lightning." he chuckled. Calvin rolled his eyes and handed Hobbes his time goggles. The two of them hopped into the time machine, but Hobbes paused.
"Are we facing the right direction?" He asked. Calvin paused and pulled out a compass. He looked it over and then looked back at Hobbes.
"We need to turn 180 degrees." He said. Hobbes got out and turned the time machine where Calvin told him and hopped back in.
"Alright, let's hope this works." Calvin said as the time machine II began to lift into the air.
"Yes, yes YES!" Calvin shouted as he began to move it forward. "Hold on, Hobbes ol' buddy, it might be a bit bumpy!" With a flash, they flew off into the time stream.
In a matter of seconds Calvin and Hobbes found themselves back in the very strange and surreal world of the time stream.
"Boy Hobbes, you were right about the crate, with a few adjustments this thing could be our permanent time machine!" Calvin said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the newspaper. "And we got everything I need for my report, so I say despite the problems it was a good trip." As he fumbled to get his paper back into his pocket, his hands left the controls.
With a yelp from Hobbes, the time machine took a curve to the left, slamming the two of them into the time stream wall. Calvin got the paper back in and grabbed the controls. Hobbes,however, was more concerned with the side of the crate. Their combined impact had popped out some of the nails, and as they kept traveling, the strain was beginning to tug at the side of the crate.
"Okay...that's not a good thing." He said. Calvin turned to look at the side as well.
"GAH! Hobbes, this thing's starting to come apart!" He cried. "You picked a terrible hull for the new time machine! Grab the side and try to keep it on until we land." Hobbes was about to argue that it was Calvin's fault, but if it fell apart he would be stuck with it, so he grabbed the side and tried to hold it to the crate.
"We're coming near our exit!" Calvin said and turned. Hobbes slid into the back and heard a "CRACK". He looked back to see that one of the corners had been bent.
"Hang on, Hobbes, we're coming in!" Calvin said. With another flash of light, the two exited the time stream.
Calvin checked his surroundings with a grin.
"We made it!" He cheered. He flew the time machine over town and Hobbes looked out with a relieved smile.
"Thank goodness." he mumbled. He leaned back, earning another crack as the back of the time machine began to fall out. Hobbes yelped and then grabbed the back and side as Calvin began to fight with controls.
"I was right! This hull is inferior to the original; it's falling apart and we're losing control!" He shouted as the time machine began to lower in altitude. The two of them watched as the ground got nearer and nearer.
"We're going to have to make a controlled crash." Calvin said.
"A what?!" Hobbes asked.
Calvin pulled up on the time machine as he began to steer it toward their house. The crate began to make groans from the turning and twisting.
"Okay Hobbes, when we get near our backyard, brace for impact!" Calvin shouted.
"I knew it! I knew this box was going to kill us!" Hobbes bemoaned.
"It's not even the box!" Calvin shot back as they began to head toward the backyard. Calvin tried to reduce speed as the time machine began to come down. It hit the ground and the side and back crashed out. The crate turned onto its Calvin and Hobbes yelped as they were dumped onto the ground while the time machine went flying…right into a tree. With another crash, the crate broke apart, throwing wood everywhere. The piece that had Time Machine II scrawled on it plunked right in front of the duo. Calvin and Hobbes both got up and stared at the wrecked crate.
"Well Hobbes, it's destroyed… just like you wanted." Calvin said. Hobbes sighed as Calvin shrugged.
"Ah well, I'm sure that I can build a new one."
Calvin pulled the newspaper from his pocket.
"At least this survived, meaning that the trip wasn't a waste!"
Hobbes looked toward the house. "Which is good, because your mother doesn't look too happy about the mess in the yard." He said as Mom began to walk over, clearly frustrated and confused.
"Calvin, where did Hobbes get that jacket, where did you get that shirt, and why is there wood all over the yard!?" She screamed. Calvin turned and then folded up the newspaper.
"Research, Mom. Me and Hobbes took my time machine back in time, but it got left in our house back then when some people moved into our house, and me and Hobbes had to turn a crate into a time machine to get back home!" Explained Calvin.
Mom raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms.
"Do you really expect me to believe that?" Mom asked.
Calvin chuckled nervously. "It's the truth, 100%! Back me up, Hobbes!" Calvin turned, only to see that Hobbes had run off to the tree house and pulled up the ladder.
"Hobbes, come back me up!" Calvin called.
"I am backing you up, way over here!" Hobbes shouted back with a grin. Calvin looked back at his mom and sighed.
Within twenty minutes Calvin was at his desk, in clean clothes and having taken a bath. He grumbled as he sat there, the newspaper spread out before him as he peered at the train wreck headline. He barely looked up as Hobbes entered the room, having cleaned himself. His jacket and his shades were off.
"Thanks for the help in fighting off Mom, 'Fonzie.'" Calvin spat. Hobbes smirked.
"Wow, the looks really working?" Hobbes asked. Calvin rolled his eyes as Hobbes sat next to him.
"So how goes the report?"
'I'm almost done, and I'm sure that it will blow everyone else paper's right out of the water!" Calvin said happily.
Hobbes looked over the notes and blinked. "How did you take three paragraphs and stretch them out to fill three pages?" He asked.
"I improvised and took some creative liberties." Calvin responded.
"Right, because those have always worked out so well in the past." Quipped Hobbes as he rolled his eyes. Calvin,however seemed to ignore him as he just kept on working.
Hobbes chuckled and then looked into a nearby desk mirror. He pointed his index fingers.
"Eyyyyyyee." he said with a grin.
"You're still not the Fonz."
"Oh, shut up."
For those who think it's the end of the story..boy are YOU in for a surprise next chapter :3
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