Disclaimer: I don't own no one. This is just a short little bit of craziness I cooked up one night while talking to J.L. Stone on the phone. More will be added if I can think of anything and enough people post reviews asking for it.
Author's Note: I'm not sure why Creed is shrunk exactly, I just wanted an excuse to use that first line. This is meant purely to make you laugh so don't take it as an insult or something cause I am a major fan of the X-Men. I also happen to know the difference between being a fan and being a fanatic. Enjoy!
WARNING! THIS IS JUST A FUNNY FIC! DO NOT, I REPEAT, DO NOT TAKE IT SERIOUSLY! (Sorry for shouting, but some jerks just refuse to read an author's note.)
Tea and Crumpets
Sabertooth glared up, up, up, at Wolverine. He chuckled, "Who's the runt now Creed?" Sabertooth was only twelve inches tall and Logan was his usual five foot whatever.
The miniaturized mutant charged Wolverine's right ankle slashing at the bright blue boot. Alas it was to no avail. Leaning down Logan plucked Creed from the floor by the ridiculous amount of fur on the collar of his skin tight outfit. "I'm tremblin' in my boots." Again Logan laughed.
Creed snarled. "I'll rip your throat out! I'll tear your stomach open and strangle you with your own guts! I'll make the tea you get the crumpets out of the oven." Logan stared confused by the little mutant killer.
"I thought I was gonna make the tea…" Logan said still confused.
Scott walked in wearing a frilly pink apron and carrying a silver tea tray. "I brought the tea...Where're the crumpets?" He stared through heart shaped ruby quartz glasses at Logan and Sabertooth. "Logan, I told you to bring the crumpets."
Wolverine growled and threw the tiny killer at Scott. He landed in a delicate tea cup. "I'll kill ya both! Who's bringing the crumpets?"
As one they caught the faint scent of smoke and shrieked in high girly voices (Creed's was the highest and squeakiest). "The crumpets are Burning! Oh No!"
With a Bamf and the smell of sulfur and brimstone two fuzzy blue figures appeared. Nightcrawler held onto Hank. The brilliant doctor himself was wearing light blue oven mitts with yellow daisies and holding, low and behold, a tray of fresh…golden…Crumpets!
Coughing, Hank spoke. "Cough, I brought the crumpets. Cough!" Everyone smiled and shouted together. "Yay! Tea and Crumpets!"
Well that's all for now, but I'd love to write a chapter two if I could just think of something. Your input could really help…so…please, please, please, please, PLEASE, please, Review.