This particular tale was thought up with the first sentance provided by my brother, while watching QI.

A dangerous combination...

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The small ginger kitten, smashed through the plaster ceiling, leaving everyone stunned…

Surprisingly, Johnny was the first to react, although typically with a yell of "It wasn't me! I did the pink laundry bit!" at which Ben growled menacingly. Gently as he could, he went over to the little kitten which was doing an impression of a quivering statue. Perhaps the appearance of what appeared to be a moving orange boulder pushed the kitten over the edge, as with one super cat leap, he miraculously scratched Ben's face, and disappeared under the dark caverns of underneath the sofa. Sue glared at them both, and put her hands on her hips.

"Can't you two even deal with a poor little kitten" –

"Which has just crashed through our ceiling" Johnny reminded her, "which is like, fifty floors up and at the top of the Baxter Building."

"Some cat" Ben growled, applying a wet flannel to his scored face, trying and failing to get some sympathy from the only female member of the fantastic Four. Exasperated, Sue bent down, and reached her hand underneath the sofa as gently as she could.

"Hey there little buddy, don't be scared, no one's going to hurt you" -

Reed looked at Johnny.

"When did Sue learn all those expressions?"

"Might have been from that sailor boyfriend she had at college."

"Not from you?"

"Nope. I think."

This conversation was carried out while a suit of clothes yelled obscenities, with a seemingly psychotic kitten attached very firmly to her hand. Johnny turned to Reed.

"Shouldn't you do something about this? I mean, you are the leader of this group."

"Which means I can delegate. And anyway, shouldn't you be helping your sister out?"

Ben laughed a laugh which seemed particularly evil – but then, he had been the first sufferer of the kitten.

"She don't need no help Reed, she's doing just fine."

And with that, the kitten flew off her hand, soared through the air with a pathetic screech that echoed off the four walls of their apartment, and hit the glass partition of the kitchen area with a sickening thud, sliding pathetically down the glass like a slug clinging desperately to it's last hope of escape. Sue grabbed a shirt, and a glare quickly shut up Reed, who decided that perhaps his favourite shirt could be used as an impromptu dressing for Sue's arm. Johnny edged slowly away, and towards the kitten. Determining that it was knocked out, he picked it up by the scruff of the neck, and wondered aloud how such a little cute –

"Don't even say it Johnny" Sue warned him, her emotions still running very high meaning that he was getting warned by a floating set of clothes, with a bloodstained shirt clamped into an invisible arm.

"Okay, okay, I was just going to say be so psychotic."

"I don't care matchstick boy, just get rid of it. Permanently" Ben growled.

Refraining from saying another insult back along the lines of " you can talk Mr walking boulder," Johnny merely said

"Fine", and with careful aim, he drop-kicked it into the bin, where it was later collected by the rubbish collection for the building. Reed later wondered whether they would ever see such an evil kitten again. Musing aloud, he spoke:

"which really begs the question: where did that kitten come from?"

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