Hello readers! Thanks for giving this story a go. It was originally a school project, so now I'm gonna polish it and post it on this awesome site! To my knowledge, no one has done a crossover like this before.

I want to give my thanks to & credit numbuh296 and Blu Taiger, who's stories, Pirates (and tiger) of the Carribean (By numbuh296) and Elemental Flux (by Blu Taiger) I have really taken inspiration from. Their stories are definitely worth a read. Go check 'em out!

(This chapter has been updated)

The blaring sirens of police cars, blue streaks zooming down the prairie highway, interrupt the otherwise still landscape. A shining black motorcycle, its oversized engine rumbling like the belly of the dragon, had its throttle twisted as far as it could go by a dark, gloved hand. Upon the double-wheeled escape vehicle, a lone rider covered in a black latex trench coat and a dirt-bike helmet that signaled his awesomeness looked behind him at the pursuing lights. A drab olive backpack stuffed to the brim sat on his back, glittering flashes of jewelry and precious stones flying out periodically.

"You'll never get me, you darned coppers!" the infamous rider, Harley 'Shotgun' Davidson shouted over the roar of the chase, and turned into a road where he could see a town up ahead. His escape route. The town was rudely awakened as the motorcycle roared through the central street, headed for the main feature: the mechanical drawbridge.

"In the name of the law, you are ordered to stop!" a voice ordered through a megaphone.

"Never!" Harley shouted, and turned back. To his horror, he realized that the drawbridge was folding up early. He pushed the motorcycle even faster, the bridge approaching at a hundred miles an hour. His only hope was to jump the gap. The vehicle reached the bridge, which was quickly nearing a 45-degree angle. Fire spouted from the exhaust, and, leaving a track of molten tire rubber, the bike and the infamous robber made the jump.

Almost there! Almost…!

Suddenly, everything changed as a hand wrapped and solidified around Calvin's left leg and pulled him back down from the five-foot hedge. He crashed to the grassy ground of his lawn with a yelp, and before he could scramble away, he was firmly trapped in his mother's arms.

"Aw, Mom! I don't need a bath! I'm not that smelly!" he argued, wriggling.

"Oh really?" his mom asked, and pulled a twig out of her son's disheveled hair. "Well, you know what you are? An absolute mess! Where have you been hiding- in a mud puddle?" She lowered him to the ground, keeping an iron grip on his wrist.

"In the old compost pile, if you must know," Calvin grumbled, and followed his mom inside. Behind him, the sun was beginning to make its evening descent towards the horizon. By the time he'd be done with his bath, there would be no time to play. It was decided; his evening was ruined.

Ten minutes later, Calvin sat in one of the many symbols of his oppression- the tub, filled with soapy, steaming water, sighing as he soaked in the bubbly suds. Outside there would be fireflies and chirping crickets and all the sounds of evening, and here he was, missing it in exchange for a forced cleaning session.

The doorknob to the bathroom twisted open, and Hobbes walked in.

Seeing Hobbes, Calvin sighed dramatically and leaned against the side of the bathtub. Hobbes, his best friend since what seemed like forever, and who also happened to belong to the most ferocious and awesome creatures on the earth: Tigers. Yeah, Hobbes was a tiger, but by no means an ordinary one. Walking in on two legs and holding a half-eaten tuna sandwich in one paw, Hobbes sat down next to the tub and took another bite. Looking at Calvin, he said, "Well, I'd ask you how your plan to get away worked out, but seeing that you're in the bathtub…"

"Yeah, yeah…" Calvin muttered. "It's not my fault that the hedge wasn't trimmed."

"Well, there's always tomorrow," Hobbes said.

"Where I'll be forced to take yet another bath," Calvin said, and slammed a fist into the water, creating a splash. "We can't just avoid this issue forever, Hobbes."

"We?" Hobbes asked.

"Yes! The issue of bathtime. It's a mighty oppressor against my rightful liberty to have fun!" Calvin said.

"Almost any rule would be."

"What was that?"

"Nothing. So how exactly are you going to tackle this issue?" Hobbes asked. "Running didn't work."

"I don't know," Calvin said. "But I do know that I can't do this alone. I require assistance."

"How humble of you to admit," Hobbes said.

"Thank you. So here's the plan. After I get done with my bath, we'll grab some paper and come up with an awesome plan to defeat bathtime, and-"

"Once again, I must ask, 'We?'" Hobbes interrupted. "I'm afraid that my evening schedule is already filled to the brim."

"Yeah? With what?"

"Quality time with your new Captain Napalm Issue #54," Hobbes cheekily grinned. "I really do think the guy who made those things should have given Napalm a mustache in the first place. Too bad the responsibility has to go to me."

You!-" Calvin stopped, thinking. "Alright, look. Promise not to mess up my comic book and help me out here, and I'll make you some peanut butter crackers. Okay?"

"Well…" Hobbes mused. "An intriguing offer. I accept!"

Their following brainstorming session yielded nothing of value, sadly, although Hobbes didn't find it a total loss. Chowing down on the last peanut butter cracker, Hobbes looked at Calvin, who, having gotten done with his bath, was doodling on some drawing paper on the living room carpet. "Any luck?" he asked.

"No, although this is a pretty awesome-looking T-rex, don't you think?" Calvin asked, and held up the paper. The T-rex, from what Hobbes could make out, was chasing after two figures that vaguely looked like Calvin's parents.

"Yeah, pretty good," Hobbes said.

"Hey, maybe we can find a T-rex, train him so that we can ride him, and then rule the household!" Calvin suggested. "No more baths with a Tyrannosaurus defending us, right?"

"Yeah, but we'd need to find one first, and then all the food that it takes to feed one," Hobbes said.

Looking at the drawing again, Calvin sighed as crumpled it up. "Well, I don't know, Hobbes."

"Calvin," his mother said, entering the room. "Time for bed."

Calvin frowned. "But Hobbes and I are in the middle of coming up with ideas for… for…"

He stopped talking, realizing that telling his Mom that he was trying to conspire against her was a bad idea. She sighed. "Calvin, just get in bed, please."

Calvin, seeing no other alternative, and realizing that they could still brainstorm in bed, decided to do the smart thing.

"Alright Mom, you win," he conceded, and got up. "C'mon, Hobbes. We gotta go."

"I'll get your father to read you a story," she said, and accompanied him to his room.

After being tucked in and left alone for the night by Calvin's parents, he and Hobbes continued thinking of ways to rebel, but weren't having much success.

"I can't come up with anything good,'' Hobbes commented after a while. "We could use a brain the quality of Leonardo Da Vinci or Ben Franklin right about now."

"Who?" Calvin asked.

"You know, the famous inventors," Hobbes said.

"Never heard of 'em."

"If you'd ever pay attention in school, you'd probably know what I'm talking about." Hobbes replied.

"Too bad the Cerebral Enhance-O-Tron is destroyed. We could have used it." Calvin murmured. Then, he had a flash of inspiration. A smile crept onto his face.

"Uhh, I'm gonna go...floss my teeth," Hobbes said, but Calvin stopped him.

"Oh no you're not! I've been going about this all wrong! I have failed in my rebellions and plots because I lack lessons! I need to learn... to rebel!"

"You… learning?" Hobbes asked, and grinned.

"Quiet, flea feast," Calvin muttered. "It's only this once."

"Okay, fine, fine," Hobbes said, a grin still slapped on his face. "You can finally throw in the towel-"

"I'm not throwing in the towel!"

"-and learn-"

"It's only once!"

"-but you can do it tomorrow, because I'm just about ready to get some sleep. Goodnight, Calvin," he said, and wriggled deep under the bedsheets.

"You're always tired," Calvin muttered to himself, and sat on his bed for a minute. Then he sighed and, turning to lean over Hobbes, said, "Fine. But you are not invited to my classes once I start taking them!"

Hobbes chuckled at his best friend's antics, and closed his eyes.

Heh. That lummox. Thinks he's so funny. Calvin threw the covers away from him after verifying that Hobbes was asleep. He got out of bed, and with his greatest finesse, opened his closet door and got out a cardboard box. He then crept out of his room toward his dad's study room. I'll just have to find myself a teacher to show me how to rebel. A movie character or a historical figure should do.

Silently opening the door to the study, Calvin slinked towards the computer. It was an ancient Dell computer, but it would do. He grabbed the mouse and pressed the power button. He started to collect objects to use in his contraption, too. "Soon," he muttered, "I will be well versed in the art of rebellion. No one can stop me!" he shouted.

Calvin quickly clapped a hand to his mouth as he heard a muffled groan coming from down the hall, from his parents' room. He'd have to be more quiet.

"Behold!" Calvin exclaimed, a hand outstretched. "The Time and Space Gifted Academic Box! Or T.A.S.G.A.B, for short."

"The what?" Hobbes asked, still bleary-eyed. Outside of the office window, an American goldfinch landed on a branch and chirped, the sun slowly rising over the faraway hills behind it. It was six in the morning when Hobbes had been rudely awakened via a toy megaphone and dragged out to see what Calvin had been working on. On seeing a suspicious-looking cardboard box next to the computer desk, he took a step back. "Oh, no. No."

"Oh, c'mon, Hobbes!" Calvin said. "It's not like the world is gonna end just because I tinkered with the box again."

"Knowing you, it might," Hobbes muttered, and took a closer look at the box, usually stored in Calvin's closet. That piece of corrugated junk had given them many problems in the past. It had been used as a time machine, a transmogrifier, a duplicator (the worst out of all of them), and an intelligence-amplifying machine that Calvin had called, 'the Cerebral Enhance-O-Tron.' Now, it was sitting face-up, the panels closed, with cables snaking out of it that connected to Calvin's Dad's work computer.

"What does it do?" he asked.

"Well," Calvin explained. "You connect it to Dad's computer, search up anything, find what you want and press this blue button on the side of the T.A.S.G.A.B to activate it. Then, you select print and print out a real version of what you found!"

"So if I were to look up a picture of some toast, I'd be able to print it out and have myself some breakfast?"

"Well, not right now," Calvin said. "Right now, I'm using it to look up the wisest people there are, print them out, and get them to teach me the art of rebellion."

"Fine. I'll make myself some toast in the kitchen," Hobbes said, and, turning around, left the office.

Meanwhile, Calvin got on the computer, and searched for people that could help him. "Top 5 wisest movie characters? That sounds interesting," Calvin mumbled. He clicked on it, and went through the people listed there. He settled for a picture of what looked like an old monk in robes, walking through a desert. He then tried to press the blue button, but the button wouldn't budge. He tried again, lost his temper, screamed, and smacked the button as hard as he could. The machine started, gears whirring, sparks flying, but then stopped. With a final series of coughing noises, it came to a halt. Hobbes, who had just come back with his toast, chuckled at Calvin's antics.

"Frustrated much?" he asked.

"Shut it," Calvin yelled in frustration. "I probably just have to tighten the button's wiring or loosen the Vortex-Reactor valve. Let's check it out."

Hobbes sighed in that all knowing way, and approached the TASGAB.

Opening the box, Calvin reached inside and tugged at something for a minute, before loking at Hobbes with a grin. "Alright, fixed! Now, see what you think of this!"

He pressed the blue button, and once again the box powered up, this time louder. It increased and increased, and Hobbes began to back away. Then just as it reached its crescendo, it once again shuddered and shut off.

"Arrgh!" Calvin yelled. "C'mon, you stupid box!" Rushing up to it, he kicked it, and it made a rumbling noise that quickly ended.

"Well, I guess that's that," Hobbes said, smiling, and turned to walk out of the room.

As he did so, a feeling of dread overcame him. He froze, and felt his fur rise up as though it were charged with static electricity. His heartbeat increased, and he looked back to see Calvin warily looking around the room. Something was definitely wrong.

Then, the sky darkened. The color of the room faded, became dull, and a beeping sound came from the TASGAB. A blue light flashed from its interior, and Calvin watched as it faded again.

Then the color and the light returned, and Hobbes let out a sigh. It stopped halfway in his throat when he noticed that the strange blue glowing light in the box hadn't gone away.

"What is that?" Hobbes asked.

"Idunno," Calvin said. "Let's check it out."

"You wanna go closer to it?" Hobbes asked.

"If it means that I get to figure out what it is, then yeah!" Calvin said. "C'mon, let's see."

A strange feeling of excitement crept over Hobbes, and he sighed. "Fine. Let's just take a peek." He walked over, cautious, and Calvin reached out a hand to grab the flap.

But as Calvin and Hobbes opened the box, they were astonished to see a blue, swirling portal coming from… from somewhere!

"What… is that?" Hobbes whispered in amazement.

The two were so enamored by the portal that they didn't notice that something was starting to tug on them. By the time that Calvin and Hobbes snapped out of their trance. They tried to turn and run, but it was too late.

"Calvin, It's sucking me innnnn!" Hobbes shouted. Suddenly, an invisible force swept them towards the portal, and Calvin and Hobbes disappeared!

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