A/N: Sorry I haven't updated for a while, I know it's summer break, but I've been very busy. Here's a new chapter for you!

Disclaimer: I don't own Labyrinth and I don't own Calvin and Hobbes.

Calvin was almost enjoying his time in the labyrinth. There were lots of interesting things to look at and smash. Anything that got in his way he climbed over so he made pretty good progress. He figured it would only take a few more hours to reach the center.

Bruna was anything but quiet as they walked along. Other fairies soon joined them and they all began chatting at once. Calvin ignored them for the most part but he overheard some thingsthat they squealed about.

"Ooh, Bruna, where'd you find him?" A blue fairy asked excitedly.

"He was just right outside the labyrinth! He's a runner!" Bruna answered proudly.

"Really? How interesting!"

"Oh Bruna," A pink fairy hollered, "If you find any more you have to share! Maybe he's running for his brother!"

A purple fairy giggled – making a sound like bells. "Human boys are so much more agreeable than girls! Remember that horrible girl that let the Hoggle spray my sister?"

Bruna snorted. "Violet had it coming if you ask me!"

"Hush Bruna! Don't be so rude!" The blue one scolded, "And everyone stop bringing up the past! That happened a long time ago!"

"How long was it?" The pink fairy asked, puzzled.

"Um, I'm not really sure…" The blue fairy scrunched her face up, "A week?"

The others chimed in agreement. It must have been a week before – that was the longest period of time they could remember after all, and if it had happened before that then surely they couldn't have remembered! Unless of course, the king had been playing with time again when it happened…

Calvin hopped over a log and instead of landing he kept falling through a dark tunnel. He let out a whoop of delight and raised his hands in the air like he was on a roller coaster. Before he could hit bottom hands caught him and held him up. Then a voice came – from the hands!

"We are the helping hands!"

Calvin grumbled something about his ride being ruined and then pouted. "Return me to my descent evil Zorgs! I will tell you nothing!"

"Well that's fine, we don't want any information! Now, would you rather go up or down?"

Rolling his eyes Calvin pointed down. "I said return me to my descent! Come on!"

The hands immediately dropped him. He landed on a hard floor and scraped his hands. When he stood up he was face to face with the most hideous nose he had ever seen. He squealed and jumped back – scraping his elbows.

"Hogswort?!" Calvin yelped.

"Why can no one get my name right?!" Hoggle moaned, "It's Hoggle!"

"Whatever Dogbreath, I thought I told you to leave me alone."

"So ye did. But you'll be needing my help if you ever want to see that Hobbes of yours. I only require a little bit of payment…"

"No way! My money stays with me Herbert. Go find someone else to rip off," Calvin tried to stomp away, but there weren't very many places to go, "Where am I anyway?"

"An oubliette. There is no way out without my help." Hoggle declared, "But since you don't want my help I'll just be on my way."

"Fine, but then I'll just follow you out."

Hoggle paused and considered this. "What do you mean by that?"

"You can't leave without showing me the way out."

"What if I can do what Jareth does and, you know, disappear?"

"Then why didn't you do that already?"

"You are a tricky one. Fine. I'll show you the way out." And Hoggle did, by opening a door Calvin hadn't known had been there. The two began walking down the hallway on the other side of the door until they heard a low rumbling. Hoggle spun around and groaned. He ran ahead and Calvin glanced back to look.

"I have got to get me one of those!" The little boy cried upon seeing a large, pointy looking death machine right on his tail.