A/N: Hi! Sorry about the lateness, so to make up for it a really long chapter! (By my standards, anyway)

Sam and Calvin had wandered off the topic of the weird things going on, and onto the topic of whether Coco Mega Blasts were better or worse than Atomic Frosted Sugar Bombs. Suddenly, there was loud bang, and a blast of light. "Woah!" shouted Sam, falling off the bed and onto Plato and Hobbes. The light, after the initial blast, remained steady, and soon they were able to look at it. And coming out of the light was………

"No way" whispered Calvin. "It can't be" said Hobbes. "But it is….." murmured Sam. Stepping out of the light were older, gray haired and furred versions of Sam, Calvin and Plato! Chaos, as you would imagine, rapidly ensued. "OH MY-!" "WHAT THE HEC-!"

"SHUT UP!" roared the older version of Sam, with a surprising voice for someone of her age.

"Here's the skinny, kids. In the future, almost everything is gone. Trees are extinct, so is grass, and even most of the people. We believe this change was brought about by things being moved around in time. We don't know why ." "So what do you want us to do about it? And where's Hobbes?" Calvin was surprised to see a tear streak down his doppelganger's cheek. "Died, years ago. Saving me" "Oh……." After a moment, Sam asked again "So what do you want us to do?" "We need you to fix time."

"But why us? Why not someone else?" "Look at us. Were old, gray, we can barely stand up anymore. You kids have better technology. Our time machine barely got us here. Speaking of which, can you take us back?" asked Calvin 2.

"Sure. Here are some goggles, and hold on a sec. We need to do some mission prep. Spearpoon?" "Got it" said Calvin, pulling out what looked like a javelin, but could be changed into a spear or retractable harpoon at the touch of a button. "Duplicate me some of those, O.K? Pocket hypercube? "Check check." "What?" "One check for each cube." replied Calvin as he began to sort the newly duplicated spearpoons into the cubes. "All we need is the mini transmogrifyer and the first aid kit, and we are set." "All systems go, captain."

Sam transmogrified to box larger to be able to hold all of them, and then asked her older counterpart "What time?" "2058."

ZAP!

"AUGHHH! PULL UP PULL UP!" The passengers of the box were heading at great speed right into a rock face! Several dinosaurs looked around as the machine streaked past them "WRONG TIME! BAIL OUT! AUUUUGH!" Quickly, Sam hit the button. When they were safely back in the time stream, Calvin started to berate her. "What the HECK happened?" Sorry, I got distracted!" Well, pay attention this time!" "Stop yelling at me! At least it wasn't the eighth dimension! Hobbes, Plato, the tuna is in Calv's cube." "DON'T CALL ME THAT!"

Finally, they popped into the right time, and Sam extended the wings. "Motor: On." said the automated pilot said, and Sam took the yoke. Calvin gasped as he looked out of the plane's canopy, which had formed when the box turned into the small vehicle. The sky was a blood red color, and what little vegetation there was black and charred. They were now passing over a city. The buildings were rubble, and they could see several people staring up at the flying box.

"Okay, land her here." directed Calvin 2. Sam touched down in front of a slightly crumbly building, one of the few still upright. Sam 2 pushed the canopy open, got out, and punched a quick code into a door. It whooshed open. "Sam!" yelled an elderly woman running over to her and hugging her. It was Calvin's Mom. Following behind her was Calvin's dad, in a wheelchair. He was missing a leg. "Mom, Dad, I brought somebody who might be able to help us." Calvin stepped aside and let the two younger kids be seen.