Calvin and Hobbes is owned by Bill Watterson.
Some names owned by Disney, and the way that they are being used has made myself and WG a Target for Triton and the Beast...
And Kudo's to Wherever Girl for writing this Chapter, your the best!
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The next day, Belle went to her class, as usual... though, what struck everyone as odd was that she wasn't doing wheelies in the parking-lot, or blaring the "Numa Numa" song. She just calmly walked down the hallway with a cup of coffee and a blueberry muffin in-hand, trying not to feel shaken up from the horrible experience yesterday, yet couldn't keep herself from spacing off...
Oh, crap, we're going to see a traumatizing flash-back, aren't we?
~Yes we are! Flashback!~
We see an eleven-year-old Belle, playing with her stuffed tiger, Diamond (wait, does everyone have a stuffed tiger in this world? *smack!* Ow! Okay, okay, I was just asking! Sheesh!).
*ahem* Anyway, she was sitting in her room, playing with Diamond... via talking to her. "I agree, Diamond. Fangs is cuter than Shaggy. ...Yeah, they're pretty creeped out about it. ...Hey, what else do you expect from cartoon cowards?" she was saying.
Diamond possibly had some responses... but no one but Belle heard them, only seeing her as a toy.
(Gee does THAT. SOUND. FAMILIAR?!)
Watching from the doorway was another girl, Belle's sister, Ariel.
"Talking to your tiger again?" Ariel asked Belle.
"Yes," Belle replied, firmly. Her sister found her to be an 'oddball', but she didn't let it get to her.
"Just asking. Here, I brought you something," she held up a milkshake. "I'm practicing making milkshakes, and I'd like you to test it,"
"Why don't you test it yourself?"
"People can't just try something themselves and go with their own opinions, otherwise how would I know other people would like it? Go ahead and try it,"
Belle, however, did not trust her sister, as she was known to be pulling pranks on her. "What did you put in it?"
"Just ice-cream, chocolate, and milk."
"Uh-huh, what else?"
"Oh, stop being a baby and try it!"
"No."
"Why not?!"
"I don't trust you."
"Fine! I'll have someone ELSE drink it! You're such a little brat," with that, she stormed out.
Belle turned to Diamond. "I don't care if it were good or not. She probably spit in it or something!"
Later that day, Ariel returned, this time with a box of cookies. "I went to the bakery and got cookies. Want one?" she asked.
"Okay," Belle said. They sat down, pouring some glasses of milk, when Ariel tipped her glass over.
"Oh, crap! Hurry, Belle, get a towel!"
Belle rushed, knowing their mother would be angry if there were a stain on the floor. ...While her back was turned, however, Ariel dropped something in her milk.
After cleaning up the mess, they had their cookies, and drank their milk. "Thanks, Ariel." Belle said.
Ariel smirked. "Oh no, Belle... thank you."
Belle rubbed her head. "Ugh... I don't feel so good... I'm going to go lay down."
"Before you do, do me a favor and clean up the mess. I'm going to go get on the computer."
Normally, Belle would say 'no'... but for some reason, she did it anyway.
Later, Ariel asked her to clean up her room. ...Belle did that too.
Afterwards, at night, Ariel asked her to sleep in her room with her. Having shared a room as kids, she wasn't used to having one of her own- not when it came time to sleep that is. The irony was that Ariel was the oldest, and Belle had more independence and enjoyed sleeping in her own bed- no one hogging the covers, or shoving her into the wall, or keeping her up with talking, and she could choose her own channel on her own TV.
But tonight, Belle did the opposite- lying in bed while her sister took most of the covers, got pushed against the wall when Ariel felt she was 'crowding' her, her sister yakkity-yakking about some nonsense Belle didn't care about, and had to watch a marathon of Degrassi.
What's wrong with me? Belle asked.
Later, she found out about the pills her sister was sneaking her- by then it was too late, as she was so 'trained' her sister could just tell her to take her pills each night. It wasn't until she ran out of pills that the effects slowly wore off, and Belle gained her freedom back, attacking her sister and cussing her out for trying to turn her into a zombie-slave, and prepared to tell their parents.
That's when Ariel called in the P.O.O.P.Y agency... and I have to say, I forgot what that stood for, as I keep laughing so hard! Ha ha ha ha! LOL! ROFL! LMBO!
Um... anyway...
Ariel called in some agents to take her sister away to Camp WACK (which, back then, was used for a camp for drugged-up kids), to keep her drugged so she couldn't tell their parents. Ariel then gave her parents some sob-story about Belle running away, so they would never figure out the truth.
That is, until one day, while Belle was mindlessly sitting by a campfire alone- being given the task of making sure it wouldn't spread- she met Max. "Come with me," he said to her, and lead her out of the camp.
"Aren't we supposed to...?" she began to ask.
"No... You were never meant to come here, Belle."
Max took her on a hike up to a mountain- which would later be dubbed Mt. Magine- and told her everything about the camp, about P.O.O.P.Y *snicker*, and how all the kids down there had been sent by their parents to become brainwashed. "I found out about this place by my mom- she was a top-agent used to boycott this sort of treatment. And I want to do the same,"
"Why are you telling me this?"
"Because you're a little different... your parents didn't send you here, you sister did. My sister tried to send me here, too, but my mom caught her and had her sent away. I saw your picture on the news, and had a hunch you'd be here. I snuck into their office and found your file, that's how I found out everything,"
"What do we do now?"
"You tell me,"
As the drug wore off, Belle knew exactly what to do: return home and tell her parents the truth. However that had been easier said then done, but thanmkfully they had run across Margine and Hobbes, who had gotten a hold of his parents, who got Belle back home. Once they found out everything, an investigation was lead out, the camp was shut down, and Ariel was put in jail. "Don't think you've gotten rid of me so easily!" she shouted at Belle as they dragged her away. "You'll be in my control again, sister! I'll be back! I'LL BE BACK!"
~End of Flashback, yay!~
Now, it seemed she was back... back for revenge.
Belle had come to school herself, leaving Max to guard the house- having moonlighted as a sniper, he was handy on look-outs. What are we going to do? How could they be back? she thought.
"LET GO OF ME, YA BIG GALOOT!"
Belle heard the sound that was the only thing that could get her mind off things: Calvin's maxed-out tone. The teacher looked over...
Seeing the class bully, Moe, was pinning Calvin against the lockers. "Alright, Twinky, hand over your lunch money," the bully demanded, fist-raised.
"Oh, heck no..." Belle grimaced, storming over. "MOE WHATEVER-YOUR-SURNAME-IS, you put him down RIGHT NOW!"
Moe panicked, dropping Calvin. "Gah! Miss Belle! I-I-I wasn't going to hurt him... I was just kidding around!"
"Moe, are your anti-intelligent membranes positive enough that I would be naive enough to fall for that poppycock?"
Suddenly, a Choir singing "POPPYCOCK!" was heard out of nowhere. Everyone paused until they were done, and then the fi began rolling again.
Moe paused. "Um... yes?"
"Wrong." Belle grabbed him by the ear, dragging him down the hall. "It's off to the principal's office for you, young man."
"Ow, ow, ow!"
Calvin sat there, amazed. Back in First Grade, the rest of the teachers barely did a thing about Moe's bullying. Of course, his mother would call them up about it, and they said they'd put an end to it... but nothing got solved. The only time it ever did anything was when Moe was talked into giving Calvin his quarter back... or when he brought Hobbes to school and the tiger scared him off.
But, none of the teachers ever stormed up to Moe the way Belle did, grabbed him by the ear, and hauled him to the principal's office.
Curiously, Calvin walked over to the Principal's door, listening in... though, anyone could hear Belle from the other side of the building.
"You mean to say Moe has been tormenting Calvin all this time, and you've had the nerve not to do something about it?!" Belle was shouting.
"W-We've given him detention..." Mr. Spittle replied.
"Has he ever shown up?!"
"Um..."
"Exactly! Have you've ever considered that, maybe the reason Calvin's a difficult student, is because Moe has been harassing him and making school difficult? So he has moments of acting out fantasies, and bringing up topics that distract the class- but that's no reason to just let a bully pick on him!"
"We don't!"
"Oh, really? Then why has everyone warned me, 'Look out for Calvin, he's a wild one', but never, 'Keep an eye on Moe, he's a brute'? Mr. Spittle, I'm willing to deal with Calvin- he's a high-spirited kid, so I can relate- but I will NOT tolerate a bully!" she turned to Moe. "And YOU, young man- if I catch you or hear that you've been tormenting Calvin, or any other student, you're going to be sent back to First Grade WITH A BLISTERED BUTT! Good day to you, SIR!"
With that, Belle walked out, seeing Calvin standing there, in awe.
"You alright, kid?"
Calvin nodded.
"Good. Now, lets get to class,"
For once, Calvin didn't protest. Belle was starting to look like a cool teacher!
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Meanwhile, Investigating... *snicker* P- GAH HA HA HA HA! I CAN'T SAY IT! IT'S TOO FUNNY!
Tracer Bullet managed to find a lead to... 'that' agency's headquarters. How? Because he's a good detective... and they had an official website that gave their location., this was however only after he was knocked off those two agents car by a low bridge.
'There I was, right outside the building of the devious People Of Overimaginative Pre-adult Youngsters... or whatever the heck those letters stand for. It's not like GROSS, where the acronym isn't more distracting than the full title. I'd be rolling on the ground laughing my head off every time I thought about it, if I didn't lose my laugh-vocalcord from a nasty slit in my throat.' he was narrating. 'From what I've found out, these people promise to 'train' kids to be polite, none-spirited, drones with the use of pills. Apparently, they avoided a shut-down from millions of protestors, because of the hundreds of simple-minded parents that don't want to go through the effort of discipline and want to take what others would call, 'the easy way', but what I'd call 'the stupid way.'
He heard voices- outside his own- and ducked into the bushes. "So, you see the game this weekend?" one of the guards asked.
"Nah, I was on tranquilizer duty," another guard replied. "One of the test-subjects went haywire, and tried to jump the fence,"
"I thought the fence was electric!"
"Not since our last budget cuts. 'Boss says that, until we find the right chemistry for the 'perfect pill', no one will fund P.O.O.P.Y,"
"By the way, you think we should change the acronym? I'm getting sick of the temps laughing at us,"
"I suggested Society for Hyperactive and Imaginative Troublemakers, but the board of directors hated it,"
"Why?"
"No one could pronounce SFHAIT,"
The guards rounded the corner, and Tracer snuck out, going through an open door and ducking behind a crate. 'So these louses were working on some 'miracle' drug that could turn kids into zombies. ...When the Undead Apocalypse occurs, it's a safe bet on what caused it. If I could find this lab and find out what kind of sick experiments are going on, chances are this place could be shut down in a heartbeat. It was a job that required strength, stealth, and intelligence-"
*WHAM!*
Someone hit Tracer over the head, and he saw stars. "...which I was losing the moment some goon clocked me..."
"Hit him again, Lenny, he's still narrating to himself,"
*WHAM!*
Tracer was knocked out cold, as one of the guards took out a walkie-talkie. "Boss... we've got one of those 'egos'." he said.
"Good, lock him up with the rest." replied a voice. "He'll be useful when taking out that... 'creative' boy."
With that, Tracer was hauled away.
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*Batman music*
What will happen now, will Tracer kill Calvin?
Will Belle's sister return?
What is P.O.O.P.Y planning?
Where the heck did that choir singing Poppycock come from ?
"POPPYCOCK!"
...Seriously whoa re those guys?
Tune in next time to...possibly get more filler and/or plot driving!