Disclaimer: I always forget to do these. I don't own the X-Men but I do own the X-Jet and Velocity….Oh alright, I don't own them either…dangit…

Scott's POV

There was some fund raiser going on at the school for field trips. That was what started the whole thing.

It was supposed to be a bake sale and since the Professor insisted that we contribute we had spent the entire day baking pies. Sounds like fun right? That was sarcasm in case you hadn't noticed. But of course not everybody could be in the kitchen at once; too many cooks spoil the broth.  So only a few of us were chosen. I was one of them, obviously, as well as Kurt, Rogue, Kitty, Jean and Bobby. That was mistake number one, putting Bobby and Kurt in the same room. I don't know what the Professor was thinking.

Well things started out okay. Jean began giving us certain tasks to do considering no one save for her and Kitty knew anything about what they were doing. That was mistake number two, putting a team together to cook when four out of six of us have never cooked a thing in our lives. I repeat my earlier statement, what was the Professor thinking?

So I was rolling out the dough that Kitty and Jean made to put in the pans. Rogue was adding the filling: apples. Why yes they were apple pies, don't we feel smart for figuring that one out? I'm sorry, that was uncalled for. But as I stand here waiting for the bathroom to be free so I can get the batter and eggs out of my hair I don't feel like being overly friendly. Anyway, Kurt was rolling out the dough to put on top of the pies and Bobby was putting them in the oven and then taking them over to the table to cool when they were finished. And that was mistake number three, letting Bobby walk around a kitchen full of people, carrying a pie. But we'll get to that in a minute.

Kitty and Jean were having no problem in getting the batter made and passing it on to me but I just couldn't seem to get it rolled out proper. I kept on making it too thin and having to start all over again. Of course that slowed the whole line down. And getting the rolled out dough into the pan without wrecking it? Not as easy as it seems. After a few minutes of watching me struggle with the dough, Rogue got impatient and started cursing at me. I turned a glare on her as some of the words she was using should not be used in a school. Yes, I know people can't see it when I glare but I think they must sense it or something because it still has the same effect.

Well it took a while but I did finally get the hang of the dough and things started to go a bit faster. That is until we got to Kurt. He had the same problem as me, messing about with the dough. No, he didn't get fur in the dough, we made him wear gloves. Yeah, it was probably the only smart thing we did. You know he only has the three fingers? I guess it made it difficult to get the rolled dough on the pie to cover the filling. At least that's what he says. It wouldn't surprise me if it was just an excuse.

He managed to get a couple pies done and Bobby put them in the oven to cook. He was still having his troubles though and was quickly losing his patience. Right about then I was thinking that I should just get out of there while I could but by then it was too late. With a savage curse, something in German I'm not sure what, he rolled up his dough and flung it across the room. It happened that Bobby was walking across the room at that moment, taking a finished pie to the table. We all held our breaths in anticipation as that glob of dough was heading straight for his head. No we didn't warn him, just waited for it to happen.

It never did happen though but what did is probably worse. Bobby turned his head at just the right moment and it sailed by in front of him, less than an inch away from his face. He cried out in surprise and staggered back. And, Bobby being Bobby, he tripped over his own feet and now we were all watching as the pie sailed through the air. It was almost like it was going in slow motion. It hit Rogue directly in the face. She should have just been thankful that it wasn't so hot anymore but that was probably the last thing on her mind.

Those closest backed away. Kurt was foolish enough to back into Bobby, who Rogue was currently aiming a half finished pie at, and topple over him. Needless to say that the pie got Kurt instead. Kurt stood as the pan dropped from his face and reached behind him to the table and grabbed one of the several pies that we had managed to finish. He lobed it at Rogue who ducked and it flew on through Kitty who phased. Jean was hiding behind me, probably thinking that I'd protect her from the pie that was now coming our way. I jumped to the side. The pie hit Jean square in the chest. She turned a look on me that spoke volumes and grabbed the batter with her powers. I knew that I was doomed; I should have just taken the pie.

I backed away, yelping when I tripped over Bobby who was still sprawled on the floor. Jean grinned at us and dumped the batter. And that would be the moment when all hell broke loose, excuse my language. Dough was flying, along with apples and whatever ingredients were left on the counter, flour, milk, eggs. Kitty was phasing and Kurt was teleporting. I got hit a couple times with snowballs which could only mean Bobby. It was all in good fun by that time. Don't look at me like I've grown a second head! It is possible for me to loosen up every once in a while you know!

It was shortly after that when Logan stepped into the kitchen. An egg smacked right into the middle of his forehead. We all froze, Bobby literally, and watched in some kind of morbid fascination as the egg dripped down his face. I could see him trying to keep his temper. Then the anger seemed to dim and he got this really malicious grin on his face. It was even more frightening than when he was glaring.

Everyone seemed to have the same thought at the same time. We ran. Kitty phased through the floor, Kurt teleported away, Bobby used an ice slide, Jean used her telekinesis and Rogue and I ran for all we were worth. Logan never even tried to follow us. Rogue and I exchanged a nervous glance as we ran out of the house. No way would Logan ever let this go. I had no idea how correct that thought was.

But, look, it's my turn to use the shower so you'll have to go and ask Logan about the rest of it. I believe he's out on the balcony smoking.

A/N: Sigh, I had wanted to write a nice short humor fic in the hopes of getting back into the writing mood and look what happens! It turns into something! Tsk. I don't know what's gong to happen right now. Looks kinda like its heading towards a student vs. teacher prank war. That could be fun. But do review and tell me what you think. Logan tells the story next. Hmmm, should each chapter have a different POV? Oh, and does anybody have any good suggestions for a title, my mind is a blank.