Summary: The Demented TV, Electro, is back, and out for revenge. Except this time, he can come out of the TV. And now, he has a new sidekick...

And now the fourth Calvin and Hobbes: The Series TV movie!
Part one written by garfieldodie

The Night of the Living Television II

It was a dark night in June. In the neighborhood, snapped power lines, wrecked cars, and several electric items littered the streets.

One certain yellow house on the edge of the block was giving off a eerie blue glowing.

It was Calvin and Hobbes' house.

A deranged maniac named Electro (Or demented TV) had just taken over Calvin's television, and Calvin had plunged into his very last idea to get rid of it.

He had installed a special invention called the TR2 on the power box, and the TV was waiting, expecting to get more powerful.

The TV blinked.

"It should take fifteen seconds to be properly installed." Calvin said.

Calvin, Hobbes, and the TV all watched the clock.

5...4...3...2...1...

Electricity surged through the TV.

"AH! Yes! I can feel the power surging through me now!" The TV declared. "Delicious power! How I crave it! How I love it! How I..."

Just then, the electricity stopped.

"Hey!" The TV yelled. "What gives? Where's the power?"

Calvin chuckled.

"Right here." he said, lifting his wrist up showing his watch.

He pushed a button on the watch.

The face on the TV turned to static for a second, and then came back on.

"HEY!" He yelled. "What's going on? I can't control any of objects around me!"

"BINGO!" Calvin yelled.

He hit the button on his watch.

ZZZZT!!!

The TV went out for a second, and then came back on.

"STOP THAT!" The TV commanded. "It's weakening me!"

"Power surge!" Calvin shouted, hitting the button.

ZZZZZTT

"AAAAHHH!!" The TV moaned.

"There's another one!" Calvin yelled hitting the button, again.

ZZT!!

"YEEEEK!!"

"And another! And another! And another!" Calvin grinned hitting the button several times.

ZZT!! ZZZT!!! ZZZT!!!

"AAAAAAAAAA!!!!"

"Whu-oh!" Calvin said, holding his hand over his head. "Here comes a power outage!"

Calvin slowly headed for the button.

Smoke was rising from the TV, and it was glaring at Calvin.

"Fine!" he growled. "Fade me out! But heed my words! I will come back! And will I do..."

"Blah, blah, blah!" Calvin yelled. "This is the most boring part of the episode! Hero defeats villain, and villain threatens to come back, more powerful than ever! We've heard it all before, Charlie!"

Calvin hit the button.

"NOOOOOOO!!!"

The TV yelled, fading into blackness.

Instantly, the TV lost all power, and was sucked back into the dark whatever from wherever it was he came from.

There, he lay dormant for months.

Then, seven months later in late January...

Calvin and Hobbes were sitting in front of the TV set, watching Captain Maim.

Dad entered from behind.

"Would you look at yourself?" he demanded. "Sitting around, watching mindless drivel… You should be outside getting to know nature, building character!"

"That's a nice idea, Dad," Calvin said dully. "Let me romp around outside so that I can relinquish my comic book driven mind on the neighborhood, therefore giving you many phone calls from the neighbors tonight."

Suddenly, both Calvin and Dad got looks of deep thought on their faces.

"Actually, that sounds kind of fun. I think I will go outside," Calvin said, getting up.

"No!" Dad said, slamming him down into the chair again. "Stay! Watch TV!"

Calvin shrugged and resumed his previous position.

Dad sighed as he left.

Hobbes continued to watch the tube.

"He should feel thankful for television," he said. "It keeps all the violence the world needs inside a nice little box."

Calvin nodded.

Meanwhile, just a mile behind Sneer Hill, a small craft was lowering itself onto the ground.

You probably think that it's Rupert and Earl, on another quest to kill Calvin.

Wrong. They're currently on Planet Zok.

The craft landed in some dirt and slowly began to open itself up.

A large mechanical pair of hands reached inside and pulled out what appeared to be an orange marble.

One of the robotic fingers pressed onto the side of the object.

Suddenly, there was a flicker, and a field of electric swirls appeared around it as it started to slowly rise into the air. Then there was a loud ZZAP as the object sprang open, and a field of light was seen.

When the light finally cleared, a figure you may or may not remember appeared in the dirt.

It was Retro.

Not the human Retro. He's still trapped on Galaxoid and Nebular's planet.

This was a holographic simulation of him.

The hologram looked exactly like the human, except for one difference. There was a giant silver "H" on his forehead that stood for "Hologram".

"Ah, finally!" he said. "Back in the open air! I can finally wreak my human self's revenge on those brats!"

Retro started to walk around the open area.

"I just need to locate Calvin and destroy him with my advanced genius! First though…"

Retro paused to look around.

"…where the heck am I?"

He pulled a map out of his pocket.

"Let's see…," he said. "It says here that I'm about a mile and a half from Calvin and Hobbes. That would mean that I'd have to go…"

Retro looked at Sneer Hill.

"…over…the…hill. Huh boy. I really hope holograms are strong in the legs."

And with that, Retro started to climb over Sneer Hill.

But as he moved, a strange thing happened.

A long wire suddenly shot out of the ground and stuck to him!

"WHAT THE—?!" Retro shouted.

Retro tried to pull it off, but as he tried, he was zapped by the wire.

ZZAP!

"GAAHH!" he screamed.

Retro ripped the cable off him and ran up the hill.

But he found himself being attacked by a really long electric cable as it continued to lift itself from the ground.

"ACK! GET BACK! HELP!" he cried.

Bits of electricity jumped from the cable, and each one zapped Retro in the butt.

"GACK! D'OH! GEEZ! GOD! STOP IT!" he yelled between shocks.

Finally, the cable ran out, and Retro escaped.

By now, he was flickering slightly.

"Oh perfect!" he shouted. "All those electric shocks drained my battery. I'll have to shut down for a while and reload."

Retro pressed into his chest and twisted it slightly, and the same light show came on and he went into hyper sleep for a while.

The little marble-like object hovered in the air where his chest had been, and then it dropped to the ground.

Meanwhile, Calvin and Hobbes were leaving their house.

"See ya later, Mom!" Calvin called. "Hobbes and me are gonna go play poker with the guys!"

"Poker?" asked Mom, looking up from her book. "Aren't you a little young to be playing that?"

"Don't worry, Mom. We don't bet money. We just bet paper clips and pennies and stupid stuff like that."

Mom thought for a while.

"Well…I guess its okay," she said.

"Thanks, Mom! You have nothing to worry about!" Calvin said, and he pulled Hobbes out the door.

Mom watched them leave.

"Why do I only worry about his little adventures after he reassures me?" she asked.

"Experience?" asked Dad.

Calvin and Hobbes entered Socrates' giant mansion and walked into a pool room.

Socrates, Andy and Sherman were already there, seated around a table.

"Hey, guys," said Andy.

"Yo," said Calvin, as he and Hobbes sat in some folding chairs.

"We ready to play some Poker?" asked Hobbes slyly.

"You bet," said Socrates, who was shuffling the cards.

Socrates then started flick cards all the way around the table.

"Hold on," said Andy.

He looked at one of the cards and sighed.

"Socrates, this is a trick deck of yours, isn't it?" he asked.

Socrates looked shocked.

"What? Me? A trick deck? This? I'm insulted!" he said, crossing his arms indignantly.

"Socrates, this is an eleven of clubs," Andy said, showing him the card.

Calvin examined his own cards.

"Yeah, and two of my cards are two-sided," he said angrily.

"And I've got one that has all three people in it," said Sherman, staring at his own cards.

Hobbes held up a card that had holes in it.

"Do I need to say it?" he sighed.

Socrates grinned sheepishly.

"Heh, heh, heh," he said nervously. "Uh… Must've been Elliot's deck."

Everyone threw the cards at him.

Calvin pulled a deck of cards out of his pocket.

"We use my cards," he said.

Everyone but Socrates nodded.

"Spoilsport," he muttered.

Calvin shuffled and then tossed cards to everyone.

Everyone stared at their cards.

Calvin then noticed that Andy had a giant cigar in his mouth.

"Andy, since when do you smoke?" he asked.

"I'm not smoking," said Andy, who took the cigar out of his mouth. "This is just a prop cigar. It's made out of recycled carpet and lots of animal byproducts." And he stuck it back into his mouth.

"In other words, he's sucking on garbage," said Sherman.

"Beats tobacco."

"Why do you even have it anyway?" asked Hobbes.

"It's all part of my Poker Face. It's important that you're able to not only fool, but also intimidate the opponents," said Andy.

"Well, it's working," said Socrates. "Because you're kinda creeping me out."

"Thanks."

Calvin leaned forward over the table.

"Okay! Enough of this small-talk!" he said, taking a paper clip from his pocket. "Let's ante up and play some really lousy Poker!"

And he tossed it into the middle of the table.

Everyone looked at their cards.

"Okay, all I got is a two," said Sherman. "I fold."

"I like that we keep our expectations so low," said Andy.

And with that, a loud game of Poker started to get more and more powerful.

Unknown to them, Hologram Retro had finished recharging his battery, and he was currently sitting on a tree stump on a cliff that overlooked the city.

"It would appear my light bee is attracted to many forms of electricity. It absorbs it as I walk, and that was why the cable stuck to me. I guess that'll probably go away after a while, I suppose. In the meantime, I need to find Calvin and Hobbes and destroy them," he said.

Retro got up and started to run down Sneer Hill.

But as he ran, he tripped over a rock and started to roll down the hill instead.

"AAAAAAAHHH!!" he screamed. "IT'S TIMES—DOOF!—THAT IS WISH THAT—OUCH!—MY HOLOGRAM SOFTWARE—D'AH!—CAME WITH A SOFTLIGHT FEATURE! OOF! ACK! D'OH!"

Retro tumbled down to the base of the hill, through Calvin's backyard, and rolled like a bowling ball into the streets and onto the sidewalk on the other side, where he crashed into a fire hydrant.

"I hate everyone…," he muttered as he struggled to keep consciousness.

But as he lay there in a heap on the sidewalk, there was a zapping noise from across the street.

The power lines in front of Calvin's house were beginning to sway slightly.

Retro watched them curiously.

"What on Earth…?" he muttered.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise.

BR-ZZZZAAAPP!

A bright blast of electricity was fired from the power lines and straight at Retro!

"Whoa!" he gasped.

And as it traveled, he also heard a loud noise.

"FFFFFRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAADDDDOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!"

Whatever it was, it collided with Retro and knocked him to the ground again.

Retro stood up, moaned and rubbed his head in agony.

"Oooh…," he muttered. "What hit me?"

"I did," said a voice.

When Retro looked up, he saw a man with a very wrinkly face.

But there was a peculiar thing about this man.

He was bluish and flickering slightly.

"Who-who are you?" Retro gasped.