Summary: Dr Brainstorm attempts to scare Calvin and Hobbes when Halloween comes.
And now back to Calvin and Hobbes: The Series
Written by Swing123 and garfieldodie
The Great Halloween Heist
tick, tick, tick, tick, tick...
Calvin eyes were glued on the clock on the wall in the livingroom.
The clock was only seconds away from...
The minute hand moved ever so slightly, and the time changed to nine o'clock.
Calvin's eyes burst open, and he let out a whoop of glee.
"CANDY TIME!" He screamed at the top of his lungs.
He raced up the stairs to fetch Hobbes.
Hobbes and Socrates were sitting on Calvin's bed, reading comic books, when Calvin suddenly burst in.
"Aright! Let's get down to business." He shouted. "Hobbes! Fetch my costume for the evening! Socrates! Get off my bed you horrible mistake! Hobbes! Get your bags ready! We're going treat or treating!"
"I think you mean trick or treating." Socrates said, not taking his eyes off his comic book.
"Not the way I do it." Calvin said.
"Well, have fun Calvin." Hobbes said.
"Oh no!" Calvin yelled. "You're coming with me!"
ZOOOM!
Instantly Hobbes vanished from the bed.
The comic book hovered in the air for a second, then fell onto the bed.
Calvin blinked.
He rushed over, and somehow pulled Hobbes out of the closet.
"Come on!" Calvin yelled. "I don't understand why you're so afraid! It's just a bunch of kids in stupid costumes!"
"Yeah right. You go ahead and go ask that ghost in our cellar for some candy! I'm not moving from this spot!"
"Oh you're so morbid! You act like the ghost actually got us that time! Besides, that was before I had all my wonder devices."
Hobbes began struggling harder, scuffing up Calvin's wood floor with his claws, and trying with all his might to get back into the closet.
"EVEN WORSE! The last I need is you attaching some new invention to my head!!"
"I was talking about the MTM." Calvin sighed.
Suddenly, Calvin became aware that Socrates was no longer in the room.
He yanked Hobbes back over to the bed, and looked around, cautiously.
Halloween was Socrates' second favorite holiday in the year (his first being April Fool's Day), and Calvin wasn't taking any chances of getting pranked.
Again.
Suddenly, Socrates reappeared in the doorway, wearing the most ridiculous outfit you can imagine.
He was wearing giant red shoes, a loose, multicolored suit, a red glove on one hand and a yellow one on the other, and a wig with seventeen different colors on it.
Guess what he was dressed up as?
Calvin had to seriously try and hold his laugh back as he stared at Socrates' clown costume.
He managed to do it though.
If he had started laughing, Socrates would've killed him.
Anyway, Calvin finally got Hobbes to give up, and come with him on the trick or treating trip.
Calvin got dressed up in his green Tyrannosaurus costume, and turned to Socrates.
"Where's my bag?" He demanded
Socrates stared at him.
"Why on Earth do you think I would have it?" He asked, innocently.
"Because last year, you used it to make your little Frankenstein mask! HAND IT OVER!"
Reluctantly, Socrates handed Calvin his bag, which he had stuffed under his wig.
It was a giant, paper grocery sack which had "GIVE CANDY OR DIE" Written on it.
Calvin grabbed the bag away, and tried to smooth out the wrinkles.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
Calvin's head came up.
He cut his eyes from side to side.
"Hobbes, sneak outside, and get into our tree." He whispered.
"Calvin, after last year, none of those kids are ever coming back to this house." Hobbes said.
Socrates walked over, and opened the door.
"TRICK OR TREAT!"
Calvin leaped in front of Socrates.
"THE CANDY IS MINE! MINE I TELL YOU!!!!"
He blinked.
It was Andy and Sherman.
Calvin relaxed a little bit.
"Oh, I thought you were someone else." He sighed, wiping some sweat from his brow.
Andy was dressed up as a vampire.
He was wearing one of those fancy capes that are red on the front, and black on the back, and then curved up over his head. He also had a black suit on with a red tie. He had white makeup on his face, as well as some black eyeliner, and some of those novelty plastic vampire fangs.
In other words he was all set.
Sherman, on the other hand, who was perched on Andy's shoulder simply his usual lab coat, which you always see him wearing when you're in his lab.
He was glaring out at the world through his beady little eyes, which had green glasses over them.
Calvin guessed he was working on something in his lab when Andy forced him to come trick or treating with him.
"Alright Mom, we're going now!" Calvin called.
"Be back by eleven!" Mom called back.
"Righto!" Calvin called back.
Calvin, Hobbes, and Socrates walked out onto the leaf scattered porch in front of Andy and Sherman.
"Well, are you ready to get some candy!" Socrates yelled.
Andy chuckled.
"Always ready for that." He said.
"Good!" Calvin said. "Because we're going to get as much candy as we can! Right Hobbes?"
Calvin turned around.
"Hobbes?"
Hobbes wasn't there.
He had vanished.
Calvin growled, and walked over to the bushes on the side of his house.
He dragged Hobbes out, and took him back to Socrates, Andy, and Sherman.
"What's his deal?" Andy asked.
"Oh, we saw some ghost in our cellar last year, with horrible taste in music I might add, and now Hobbes is scared of getting eaten."
He reached into his pocket.
"But never fear! For I have my MTM to protect us!"
Socrates, Andy, and Sherman stared at Calvin for a while.
"Is this supposed to be comforting us?" Socrates asked.
Calvin glared at him, and didn't answer.
"Anyway," he said, putting his MTM away. "I don't think we'll have to worry about that ghost this year! I took all the necessary precautions, and used advanced Ghost Busters technology to keep that ghost out of our hair!"
"Really, what?" Andy asked.
"Let's just say that when we get home, we'll have other things besides a ghost to worry about." Calvin said.
"Dear, did you nail three inch plywood to our cellar door?" Dad suddenly called.
"And that's our cue to leave." Calvin said, turning around, and rushing out of the yard.
Hobbes, Socrates, Andy and Sherman stared at him for a while, shrugged, then followed him.
By this time there was already over a hundred kids on the sidewalks, wearing some pathetic costume, and holding a bag with had the unmistakable rattling of candy in it.
Calvin cupped his hand to his ear, and sighed.
"Music to my ears. Let's try this house!"
Calvin, Hobbes, Socrates, Andy and Sherman turned up a sidewalk, and began up to a house which already had several kids at the door.
Calvin stood impatiently at the bottom of the steps, while other kids were getting their candy loot up at the front.
"Ho hum, could this get any more boring?" He complained.
At last the kids started to leave, and Calvin and the gang were next in line.
Calvin stood at the front of Socrates, Andy, Sherman, and Hobbes.
"Trick or treat-eth!" Calvin yelled.
The man at the doorway stared at Calvin.
"Oo-kay, do you want the Herseys bars or one of these Willy Wonka bars?"
"Both please." Calvin said.
"Whatever."
The man threw both bars into Calvin's bag.
Calvin stepped aside, and suddenly, a stuffed tiger dressed up as a clown appeared in front of him.
The man stared at the tiger.
"What the heck, I don't have anything better to do with all this candy."
He threw two bars into Socrates' bag.
He then gave Andy some, then threw some in Hobbes' bag, while rolling his eyes.
"Good luck with tonight." He said, before closing the door.
Calvin, Hobbes, Socrates, Andy and Sherman exited the man's yard.
"Let's try next door." Socrates suggested.
They turned, and went down to the next house.
Calvin rang the doorbell.
A woman threw the door open, wearing a werewolf mask.
She made claws with her hands, and roared in Calvin's face.
ZOOM!
Hobbes vanished.
Calvin, Socrates, Andy and Sherman stared at the woman with no reaction whatsoever.
Finally, she gave up, gave Calvin and the gang their candy, grumbled to herself about nobody being scared of her, then wished them a good night.
It took Calvin three seconds to find Hobbes.
He was hiding in the bushes, again.
Somehow, Calvin pulled him out by the tail, and they continued their Halloween Heist.
Suddenly, a terrible blood curdling scream echoed throughout the neighborhood.
Hobbes spun around, and began running in the opposite direction.
Socrates grabbed him by the tail.
"Just relax, Hobbo," He said. "It's just that girl on that roof there, trying to scare us."
He pointed at a roof overhead.
Hobbes looked up, and saw her.
He relaxed a little, and continued to walk with the gang, but grimaced every time she screamed.
After Calvin and the gang had just finished their fifteenth house, they were heading off for their sixteenth one.
While they were at the door, ringing the bell at house number sixteen, the bushes across the street began rustling.
Suddenly, Dr Brainstorm's head emerged from the bushes.
Yep it was the genius.
He pulled his head out of the bushes, and turned to Jack, who was leaning against one of the houses, sipping lemonade.
"OK, Jack, the victims have been sighted!" He cackled.
"Goody." Jack said, completely uninterested.
"Once I've used my terrible inventions of death, I'll scare Calvin and his robotic tiger so badly that they'll just have to leave me alone while I TAKE OVER THE WORLD!!!! BWA HA HA HA!!"
"Uh huh." Jack said, his gaze wandering.
"Jack! Give me my Storage cube!!"
Jack flung a small glowing box into Brainstorm's hands.
Brainstorm stuck his hand inside it, and began rooting through it.
"Hey man!" Shouted a voice. "Great costume!"
Jack turned around.
He saw an eleven year old boy wearing a pirate costume.
He gave Jack a thumbs up, then moved on.
Jack blinked.
He turned back to Brainstorm, who currently had his arm stuck in his hypercube.
"JACK! HELP!!!" He yelled, tugging at the cube with all his might.
Jack sighed, and walked over.
He slid the hypercube off Brainstorm's arm with no effort at all, and threw it aside.
"Stupid thing's always jamming up." He growled. "BUT... I managed to get all the inventions I need! Get ready to hear some terrified screams, Jack, because I'm going to go all Halloween on Calvin and Bobbes!"
"Hobbes."
"Whatever!"
He turned back to where Calvin, Hobbes, Socrates, Andy and Sherman were.
They weren't there, anymore.
"As soon as we find them, again." He muttered to himself, gathering his inventions in his arms, and rushing off.
Jack sighed, and followed him.
"This is gonna be a long night." He said.
Calvin, Hobbes, Socrates, Andy and Sherman had been through the entire neighborhood in half an hour.
They were sitting on a park bench, going through their candy.
"I've got six chocolate chip cookies, two Kit-Kats, a Willy Wonka, five Hersheys, a Crackel Bar and two tubes of M&M's Minies," said Calvin.
"I've got a Crunch Bar, three Kit-Kats, a bag of M&Ms, Cookies and Cream Hershey bar and a bag of Pop Rocks," said Andy.
"I've got a Willy Wonka, a Hershey bar, two jawbreakers, two bags of M&Ms, one bag of M&Ms with a peanut, and a gumball," said Hobbes.
"I've got a Hershey bar, a Willy Wonka, two chocolate chip cookies, a Pixie Stick, two bags of M&Ms with the peanut, a jawbreaker and a bag of Pop Rocks," said Socrates.
"I've got a flaming temper because everyone who saw me said I looked cute!" Sherman complained. "I'm trying to look serious!"
Calvin rolled his eyes.
"Sherman, I hate to break it to ya, but these days, no one really sees Halloween as a scary or serious time of year anymore. Nowadays, it's either cute or creepy."
"What qualifies as creepy?"
"Usually when the trick-or-treater is over thirteen," said Andy.
The others nodded in agreement.
Calvin stared at his bag of candy.
"Well, this is all nice, but it won't even last us until morning!" he complained. "There's gotta be at least one house we haven't hit yet."
"I'm afraid not," said Hobbes, examining a map of the city. "We've pretty much combed the entire town."
"WHAT?!? We went through all those houses, and this is the best we could do?" Calvin demanded.
"Well, taking into consideration that some people weren't home tonight to offer candy, yes, I'm afraid so," said Hobbes.
"If they weren't home, why didn't they leave candy out for everyone?" asked Sherman.
"Ooh, that's a Halloween No-No," said Calvin. "The thing is that if you're the second kid to a house that left a bowl out, odds are the bowl itself won't even be there."
Hobbes checked his watch.
"Okay, it's ten o'clock. We have another hour to go before it's time to go home," he said.
"What do we do now?" asked Andy.
"I dunno. Just stick around here and see what happens," Calvin decided.
Unknown to them, a bush was slowly making its way toward them.
Inside were Jack and Dr Brainstorm.
"What are they saying?" whispered Dr Brainstorm.
"I dunno. Something about a stick and the ocean," Jack replied.
Brainstorm grumbled to himself.
"Ooh-kay, shove over," he whispered, pushing the robot aside.
Brainstorm peeked through the brush.
"Maybe there's another house with candy we haven't been to yet," said Socrates.
"Like where?" asked Andy.
Dr Brainstorm's face lit up.
"I've got it!" he hissed. "There's an old broken down house just up the road from here."
"Point being?" asked Jack.
"It's the perfect place for scaring! We'll lure them there and scare the bejeebers out of them!"
Jack blinked.
"Nice one. How do we plan on getting them there?"
Brainstorm chuckled and pulled out a notepad.
"They want candy? I'll give 'em candy! Ha, ha!"
He yanked out a pen and wrote on the pad. Then he ripped off the piece of paper and tossed it out of the bush and towards the five trick-or-treaters.
The paper floated along towards them and landed on top of Sherman.
"Hey!" he shouted. "Where'd this spring from?"
Calvin noticed (who couldn't?) and pulled it off of him.
"Huh. It's a note."
"What's it say?" asked Hobbes.
"It's says, WANT MORE CANDY? GO TO THE FOLLOWING ADRESS: 303 Fullalot Rd," he read.
"Hmmm," said Andy. "How fortuitist."
Hobbes examined the map.
"It's only half a block away from here," he said.
"Candy, candy, candy, candy, candy!" said Calvin excitedly. "Off we go!"
They all ran in that direction.
Check that.
Hobbes ran the other way.
Calvin ran after him and dragged him in the other direction.
Five minutes later, they all stood in front of the giant house.
They stared at it with nervous expressions.
The house was two stories high, was made with rotting wood, was surrounded by the forest, had broken windows, and a crooked chimney.
"Wow," said Andy.
"Creepy," said Socrates.
"Cool," said Calvin.
"Are you sure this is right?" Hobbes asked nervously.
Calvin checked the map.
"Yep. 303. This is it!"
There was a long pause.
"Okay, let's go get the candy," said Calvin.
He started towards the house.
There was a pause as the others watched him walking towards it.
"COME ON!" Calvin shouted over his shoulder.
Andy and Sherman were the next to follow.
Socrates followed close behind them.
Hobbes remained at the edge of the sidewalk.
He didn't move at all.
Socrates and Andy had to come back and pull him along.
Finally, they were all inside.
The house was deserted.
"Yeesh," said Andy. "Do the spiders on that wall own this dump?"
"HELLO!" Calvin shouted. "ANYBODY HOME?"
There was no reply.
Just the noise of wood creaking.
"Maybe the ghost is out to lunch?" suggested Socrates.
"Maybe you're out to lunch," retorted Sherman.
Just then, the floor beneath Andy, Sherman and Socrates collapsed, and they tumbled through the floor into the basement.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!" everyone screamed.
When the dust cleared, Calvin and Hobbes fanned the air and saw their friends had vanished through the hole.
"Whoo!" cheered Socrates. "Wasn't that fun?"
"Yeah, if you like fun in a painful sort of way," replied Andy.
Calvin nervously looked down.
"Andy? You guys okay down there?" he called.
"Hm? Oh, we're hunky-dory," said Sherman. "I nearly broke my neck on the way down!"
"Well, some good came out of tonight," said Hobbes.
Sherman stuck his tongue out at him.
"Can you guys get out of there?" asked Calvin.
"I think we'll find a way out," said Andy. "You guys go ahead and look for the candy. We'll catch up."
"Okay."
Calvin and Hobbes left the hole in the floor.
Socrates, Andy and Sherman proceeded in looking for the way out. They eventually found the stairway out of there and made it to the hallway on the first floor.
They stared down the long hall.
"We're gonna need cab fair," said Andy.
Calvin and Hobbes were slowly making their way around corners and edging past scary paintings on the walls.
Hobbes kept trying to escape from Calvin, but it was no good. Calvin kept catching him.
"Okay, which way are we supposed to go now?" asked Calvin. "Did they say which way to go on the piece of paper?"
"Nope," said Hobbes.
"Huh. Where do you think we are?"
"South America's got my vote."
Calvin walked to a fork in the hallway.
"Okay, which way is it? Left or right?" he wondered.
A painting on the wall suddenly pointed to the left.
Calvin noticed it.
"Oh! Thank you!" he said.
He casually reached for Hobbes' tail as he tried to run away, and dragged the tiger down the hall.
"You know, there's one thing I like about creepy places like this: the paintings are so friendly!"
Hobbes glanced at the picture nervously.
The eyes seemed to follow them.
On the other side of the wall, Jack was watching them pass.
"Okay, they're here," he said.
"Excellent," said Dr Brainstorm, who was using one of his inventions to do himself over. "It's time for me to start."
Then he cleared his throat and spoke in a voice that didn't seem like his own.
"Don't be afraid. I've only come here to suck your blood," he said in a thick Transylvanian accent.
Jack stared at him.
"What the heck…?"
Dr Brainstorm whirled around. He was dressed as Count Dracula.
"You like it? It's the Voice-Enhancer 550. I'm going to scare the heck outta those punks. Now then, time for the next part."
Brainstorm pulled a small box from his disguise, and then propped it up against the wall.
It suddenly grew until it took on the shape of a coffin.
"Excellent!" he said.
He jumped inside the coffin and slammed the lid shut.
Jack carefully opened a secret door and checked to see if anyone was coming.
He could see Socrates in his clown costume, followed by Count Andy and Dr Sherman.
"Okay, Frank, hang on," he whispered.
"That's COUNT BRAINSTORM!" he whispered angrily.
Jack pulled his head in and waited.
Socrates was walking around in his big floppy outfit. He simply walked past without noticing Jack.
Once he was out of sight, Jack shoved the coffin outside.
Then he closed the door and sat in a chair in the back room and pulled out a magazine and waited.
Outside, Andy and Sherman walked down the hall.
"Socrates?" shouted Andy. "Wait up!"
"Oh forget him," said Sherman. "It's kind of a relief to not have to put up with his humming."
Just then, the coffin door flung open and Brainstorm emerged in his Dracula outfit and with his voice thing on.
"HALT!" he shouted.
Andy and Sherman jumped in surprise.
"Obviously, you have never met royalty. Allow me to introduce myself. I am the great Count Dracula, the World's Most Distinguished Vampire. Now…for a bite…"
He moved in close to Andy and Sherman.
They were both staring at him.
Then they both started to laugh.
Brainstorm frowned.
"You laugh?" he demanded.
"Ha! That's great. Oh, that's a good one!" chuckled Andy.
"I get it!" said Sherman. "This is one of those haunted houses where people from the neighborhood dress up to scare people."
"No, it's not," said Brainstorm defensively. "I'm the real Count Dracula! And you, little boy, are insulting me with pathetic costume!"
Andy glanced at his costume, and then turned a glare on Brainstorm.
"Besides, if I were fake, why am I sitting in coffin?"
"No cost housing?" Andy asked.
"Very funny."
"Thank you."
"And another thing!" said Sherman. "If you're a vampire, how come you have no fangs?" He pointed at Andy's fake fangs for emphasis.
"Because…we don't have fangs in Transylvania no more. We have…very good dental plans."
Andy and Sherman exchanged glances.
"Okay, come here. Let me tell ya a secret about what we got here," said Andy.
Brainstorm leaned in close.
Andy breathed in his face.
"BLAH! BLAH! BLAH! WHAT IS THAT?" he demanded, waving his hand in front of his nose.
"Well, if you were a real vampire, you would have just keeled over from the garlic," said Andy.
"Yes, well, fortunately I have odor-eaters implanted into my body," Brainstorm said.
Sherman rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, okay. And another thing! That coffin looks very small. It looks very cramped for a big guy like you," he said.
Brainstorm glanced at the coffin.
"No, actually inside is very roomy. In fact, I am contemplating including Jacuzzi."
"Really? Could you show us?" asked Andy.
"Sure, I show you."
Brainstorm got into the coffin in the casual Dracula style.
"Do I look like my current jurisdiction? You believe I'm a vampire?" he asked.
"Sure," said Andy, who slammed the coffin door shut.
"Just not a very smart one," said Sherman, who locked the lock on it.
And they ran off, leaving Brainstorm pounding on the door frantically.
"JACK! HELP ME! FREE ME!"
Calvin and Hobbes continued to make their way through the house.
"Where is the candy?" demanded Calvin.
"Seems like an eternity we've been walking," said Hobbes.
"I wonder what's keeping it."
"You mean, who."
"Who what?" asked Calvin.
"Who what, what?" asked Hobbes.
"Who what, what's keeping it?"
"Is someone keeping it?"
"No one."
"No one is the ghost."
"No one is the ghost?"
"Right."
"Then how can he be keeping it."
"Why not?"
"Why not? How can someone who's no one keep anything?"
"Who?"
"The ghost."
"The ghost is no one?"
"Exactly."
"Exactly what?"
"No, not exactly what. Exactly who?"
"Who what?"
"Who is who?"
"Who is no one?"
"The ghost is no one!"
"That's what I said!"
"NO, YOU SAID NO ONE WAS THE GHOST!"
"He is?"
"Yes. So how can he be keeping it?"
"Keeping what?"
"THE CANDY!"
"Don't ask me. I'm not a ghost. I'm just a tiger!"
Calvin growled in frustration.
Socrates, meanwhile, had just now figured out he was alone, and was wandering the halls on his own. His floppy shoes made noises each time they hit the ground.
"Hello?" he shouted. "Hello? Calvin? Hobbo? Andy? Anyone?"
As he walked, he didn't see a hole in the wall, and Jack was watching through it from the next room.
"Here comes Socrates," he said.
"Excellent," said Brainstorm.
Brainstorm emerged from a closet, now out of his vampire disguise, but now he looked really different.
He had dyed his hair brown and made it wavy, put on a matching false mustache with a white streak in it, green glasses, a green lab coat with a blue button-down shirt under it, brown slacks and black shoes.
"What the heck…?" he asked.
"I'm Dr Frankenstein! And now, I'm going to deck up the room for the scene."
Brainstorm set up a projector and turned it on.
A hologrammatic projection was set up that made the room look like a laboratory.
"Oo-kay, whatever," said Jack. "I'm gonna go watch Comedy Central in the next room."
Brainstorm set up the room so that there was a giant chair in the middle of room. Then he quickly hooked it up to a giant electrical device, and then dove for the door as Socrates was walking by.
Socrates walked past and the door flung open.
"Welcome!" Dr Brainstorm shouted. "We've been expecting you!"
"Oh! Uh…I'm just looking for the free candy!" he said.
"Do come in!"
"This is it? Good! I was beginning to think I was never gonna find this place."
Socrates entered the room. He was surprised by the design.
"Please sit down," said Brainstorm, motioning towards the giant seat.
Socrates plopped down in the chair.
"Man, what is this? Some sort of high-tech toilet?" he asked.
"Yes, put this on," said Brainstorm, holding up a helmet attached to a cord.
"What is that? A hat?"
"No. Put it on."
"Are you sure it's not a hat?"
"Definitely."
"Because I hate hats."
"It's not…a hat!"
"Good, because a hat would simply ruin my clown wig. Elliot wanted me to wear a hat because it was cold out, but I didn't—"
"IT'S NOT A HAT, YOU LITTLE FOOL! IT'S AN OMNIPOTENT MIND-MELDER! THE LATEST IN MIND TRANSFERNSE TECHNOLOGY!"
"…Good. As long as it's not a hat."
"It's not," said Brainstorm through gritted teeth.
And he jammed it onto his multi-colored head.
"And when the transfer is complete, my beautiful creation shall have your brain!"
"What creation?"
Brainstorm yanked the closet door open, and revealed Jack, who was wearing a monster mask.
"Yo," he said, holding up a hand.
Brainstorm slammed the door shut.
"He'll have my brain?" asked Socrates. "Do you think it'll fit?"
Brainstorm sighed. "With room to spare," he said.
"Well good for him, but what about me? I mean, I'm gonna have a hard time trying to get around without a brain."
"No, not to worry! You'll have his brain! A new brain!"
"A new brain? Wow! Does it come with a warranty?"
"Yes! Fine! Anything!"
"Well then, I think that the batteries should be included."
"Good. Now close your eyes and count to three," Brainstorm said, reaching for a lever.
"Uh, forwards or backwards? I could count one, two, three. Three, two, one. I could go both ways, but I—"
"SHUT UP! I'LL JUST DO IT MYSELF! ONE! TWO!"
"I wonder if my new brain could speak French," Socrates said suddenly.
"THR— Wha…?"
"Well, it's just that I've always wanted to speak French. It's such a beautiful language with so many good-sounding foods in it."
"TWO AND A HALF!"
"Hold it!"
"NOW WHAT?" Brainstorm screamed, now ready to explode.
"Could you please hold this for a second?" Socrates asked, handing Brainstorm the helmet.
"What are you doing?" he asked as he took the helmet.
"I'm doing three!"
Socrates flipped the switch.
BRZZZZAAPP!
Brainstorm was given a powerful shock through the helmet.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHH!" he screamed. And he fell to the ground in a heap.
"Honestly!" Socrates snapped. "How stupid do you think I am?"
And exited the room in a huff.
Jack emerged from the closet.
"How'd it go, Frank?" he asked.
"Shut up, TV's Jack," Brainstorm muttered.
Calvin and Hobbes walked through various rooms on the top floor.
"Can we leave yet?" Hobbes sighed. "I'm more tired than scared."
He glanced at his watch.
"Plus, we only have fifteen minutes before your parents can ground you."
Calvin climbed out of a chest.
"It's official, Hobbes. We've been bamboozled," he sighed. "I hate it when pieces of slightly crumpled paper lie to me!"
"Look, we've got our candy from earlier. Let's just go home and eat it."
Calvin sighed.
"I guess you're right. Let's go."
The two friends prepared to leave the room.
As they left, they spotted Andy, Sherman and Socrates at the end of the hallway, talking to each other.
"Hey, guys! Find anything?" asked Calvin.
"Nope," said Socrates. "All I found was a guy who tried to offer me a new brain."
"A new brain? You should've taken the offer."
"Well, I said no because it came with a hat."
Calvin arched an eyebrow.
"Okay, well I guess we got tricked. We might as well leave now."
Everyone groaned.
"NOT SO FAST!" yelled a voice.
Everyone looked up.
Dr Brainstorm was standing there at the end of the hall.
But this time he was wearing a Wolf-Man disguise.
"YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE! I SHALL FEAST UPON YOUR BRAINS! ROAR!" he screamed in a rasp voice.
Everyone exchanged unsure glances.
Brainstorm slowly started to advance, but he tripped over his own feet, and he fell to the ground.
This caused his mask to fly off.
"OW!" he shouted.
Calvin picked up the mask, and then stared at Dr Brainstorm.
"Hey, Frank," he said. "Happy Halloween."
Brainstorm growled angrily.
"DARN IT! I DIDN'T SCARE ANYBODY! YOU'RE NOT SCARED IN THE LEAST BIT, ARE YOU?!?" he yelled, getting to his feet.
"Well, if by scared, you mean disturbed, then yes, I'm scared," said Hobbes.
Brainstorm glared at them.
"YOU MAY HAVE OUTSMARTED ME THIS TIME!" he yelled. "BUT I'LL BE BACK! I HAVE NO LIFE OF MY OWN TO DISTRACT ME! COME, JACK!"
Jack suddenly dropped from the ceiling on a rope, dressed as a giant spider.
"Did I miss my cue?" he asked.
Brainstorm grabbed him and ran off.
"VENGENCE SHALL BE MINE! I HAVE A RECIPT!" he hollered.
Everyone stood in that one spot for a long time.
"Okay, we have about ten minutes to get home," Calvin said, looking at Hobbes' watch. "Shall we take the aerial route?"
"Sure, why not?" said Hobbes.
Calvin pulled out the box, and everyone climbed in.
The box flew out the window, and Calvin steered out over the town.
They watched trick-or-treaters from overhead, looked at spooky decorations and swiped candy from some houses.
And as they flew into the full moon, a ghost flew up to the screen and held up a card that said,
The End
Voice work:
Pamela Segall Adlon: Calvin
Tom Hanks: Hobbes
Ryan Stiles: Socrates
Andrew Lawrence: Andy
Colin Mochrie: Sherman / Man giving candy
Neil Crone: Dr Brainstorm
Michael Brandon: Jack
Jennifer Love Hewitt: Mom
Bill Murray: Dad
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