Kitty slammed shut her laptop, and shouted at Rouge, "Turn off that music, like, right now! I got like three finals tomorow." Kitty was complaining again how the instute was geting crowdier. She have no peace and quiet, She can't go any where witout at least one guy following her and trying to flirt with her. Try as she might, she can't shake off those guys offf her. In particular, the problem was Kurt and Evan, the duo often known as the "troublemakers" or "How did all this pudding get into my bed?" The two boys were constantly playing pranks on Kitty, and she was sick of it. Not to mention the fact that other people were almost always bugging her when she was already in a bad mood because of the frog in her underwear drawer (or whatever the Nefarious boys had pulled on her that day). Although, the frog might come in handy...*Kitty thought with a sly grin.* She decided that since Rouge hadn't even heard her yelled fro quiet (her music was too loud), she'd never get anything done anyway. She grinned evilly, and removed the frog from the shoebox she had been meaning to toss out the window. She snuck into Kurt's room, trying not to think about the disgusting slimy wad of hopping pond scum in the box. It kind of reminded her of Toad. Kitty giggled. Now to decide what prank she could pull on Evan for revenge. Kitty paced back and forth to think up an idea. The prank had to be big enough to satisfy her but small enough so she can carry out without getting in trouble wiht Prof. X, Logan, Ms. Perfect, Jean, or Mr. Military Man, Scott. AS she paced back and forth, an idea came to her head. "Pudding!" she exclaimed. "Pudding will make himm scream!" She waited quietly until Evan's room was dark. She crept quietly into the kitchen, whipped up a batch of butterscotch pudding-the gross kind that nobody would eat anyway-and returned with teh bowl to Evan's room. She quickly smeared the pudding all over his face, and topped it off with a sprinkling of California Sun-dried raisins. Pausing outside's Kurt's room, she wondered if she should do the same to Spyke's compatriot, It'll be, like, totally hell for him to get out of his fur, *she thought.* Like, on the other hand, he did, like, come up with the idea of drenching me with, like, eggplant juice. Doubting her decision all the way, Kitty covered the blue teen's face with pudding, and was counting out the raisins for the final blow when she heard a noise behind her. "Thought I smell butterscotch!" growled Wolverine sheathing his claws. "Like, he started it!" Kitty whisper-shrieked, "Him and Evan! They, like, pureed carrots in my pillowcase! It's, like, the only thing I can do to, like, recover my pride!" Please don't kill me Mr. Logan, she thought. "Half-pint," he growled, 'let's talked about this in the hallway." Thinking that maybe there was hope for her situtation, Kitty followed Logan to a place where they could talk at a more normal tone. "Listen, kiddo," he started. "If you were havin' troubles with Elf and the Porcupine, you should come to us.