A/N: YEAH BABY! I finally got a fanfiction account! First off, I have to say I don't own Calvin and Hobbes, and I never will. Second, I would like to say that, since this is my first fanfic, please don't be harsh in the reviews. But DO review: I need some feedback for this story!
And now, sit back, relax, and enjoy Calvin's Quest!
Chapter 1: Starships
It was all a normal day at the ordinary household. And by normal, I mean that the bedroom on the top floor was in a state of total chaos. The reason: Calvin, the most hyper six-year-old in the world. Calvin spent every moment not down in front of the TV in his bedroom with one of his only friends, a tiger named Hobbes.
Yes, I did say tiger.
Hobbes was probably the most intelligent tiger on any planet; he was certainly intelligent enough to be able to not only talk to Calvin, but also to pass himself off as a stuffed animal whenever Calvin's parents were around.
Anyway, back to our story. At the time the story starts, Calvin and Hobbes were right in the middle of an argument over what weapons starships would have.
"I'm telling you," said Calvin, "if there were starships, they would definitely have photon cannons!"
"Are you kidding?" asked Hobbes. "How could beams of light do any damage? Starships would definitely have an ion blaster or something."
"Ion blasters don't have a long enough range," Calvin said (Calvin considered himself an expert on all imaginary weapons). "Besides, light can do a lot of damage. Have you ever heard of a laser before?"
"That's a concentrated beam of light! There's no way a photon cannon would be able to concentrate light enough to do any visible damage to an enemy starship! Photons are massless, for crying out loud!"
Calvin slumped to the floor. There was no way to win in this discussion. After all, starships weren't even real, so how could anyone guess what weapons they would have?
Suddenly, Calvin had a thought. Starships hadn't been invented yet…but did that mean he and Hobbes couldn't go see them when they had been?
"Hobbes," he said, "I've got a plan to resolve the issue once and for all!"
"What is it?" asked Hobbes suspiciously.
"To the cardboard box!" yelled Calvin.
Calvin raced over to the closet and came out of it with a big cardboard box. There was a lot of duct tape on one of its sides where Calvin had covered up crossed-out words on the box. Right now the word on it said, "Transmogrifier."
"Your transmogrifier?" asked Hobbes. "I'm not really sure what this has to do with starships, but…"
"Oops!" Quickly Calvin pulled out a ballpoint pen. He crossed out "Transmogrifier" and wrote "Time Machine" a few inches below it.
"Oh, no," said Hobbes, realizing where this was going, or to be more precise, when it was going. "I promised that I would never go time traveling again. I thought we agreed it was too risky. What if we run into ourselves again? The last time we tried this, you ran into two versions of yourself. As you said yourself, it's a miracle one of you wasn't bounced off into the whatever-you-call-it. There is no WAY that I'm getting back in that death trap."
"I have told you this before," said Calvin. "The future versions of me were from one and two hours in the relative future, so there was absolutely no chance of anyone getting bounced off into the Paradox Dimension."
(In case you are wondering, the Paradox Dimension is part of a theory on an unusual occurrence in time travel. As Calvin noticed, sometimes, when a person encounters past or future versions of himself, one of these versions vanishes from existence with no warning. If the past version is thrust off, than the occurrence often causes the other version to be thrust off as well. Calvin theorized that the people caught in these "glitches" in time may be "bounced" into a place that he called the Paradox Dimension, a sort of junkyard for the time stream.)
A/N: That part was epic foreshadowing.
"Whatever," said Hobbes. "No more time traveling."
"Come on!" exclaimed Calvin. "It's going to be really cool! Besides, we're going to travel over two hundred years into the future, so there's no chance of running into a future version of us."
It took a while, but eventually Hobbes agreed that they would have a lot of fun seeing starships. They both climbed into the cardboard box.
"What year are we going to?" asked Hobbes.
"How about 2222?" suggested Calvin. "That should be enough time for people to invent starships, plus it's easy for the time machine to remember."
"Okay," said Hobbes.
"Well, here we go!" exclaimed Calvin. He turned back to the control panel, which consisted of a single button. He pushed it, and the cardboard box lifted into the air and flew straight into the timestream.