Hey, everyone! Um, this is my first one. I couldn't think of any ideas. And then this one came up. Sorry.

XAVIER'S FOLLY AND THE X-MEN'S NEW DRUG CARTEL

"Alright", said Scott, in a pompous yet manly sort of way that only he could muster, "here's the deal. Xavier squandered all his money on a few... well, let's say a lot of not quite well placed bets. He's laying low for a while, as a he still owes a couple of people a couple hundred-let's be honest-a couple hundred thousand dollars."

The collective X-Men all stood there, most open mouthed, shocked. At first, they had thought it was just a joke, but it was Scott talking. And everyone, especially Jean, knew that Scott couldn't lie this well.

Gambit pretty much summed up every one's thoughts with a well placed "Merde".

"Well, Gambit, yes. Also, this place isn't cheap. If we don't find another way to earn some money-lot's of it, fast-then we're..."

"Screwed", finished Wolverine.

"Merde", responded Gambit, once again.

Rogue of course started to cry, Jean wrinkled her brow in thought, Wolverine lighted up a stogie (despite Jean's rule of no smoking in the house, Logan thought this particular time called for one), Storm and Gambit just looked at each other. Nightcrawler and Beast, as weird as it may sound, took Rogue's lead and burst into tears, while Bobby opened his mouth to make a no doubt smartass comment, but Scott cut him off.

"So here's the deal. To keep this place open, we all have got to either get real jobs-", everyone started to laugh; even Scott stifled a laugh at the ludicrous thought of them getting legitimate jobs. They'd been living off Xavier way to long to go back to that kind of stuff. "-or, we find some way to earn the money in another way."

"Well," Gambit said,"What about earning money the old fashioned way? Prostitution." Rogue, temporarily forgetting her power of super-strenth, hit poor Gambit a tad hard in the stomach.

"Whoops!", she cried, "Sorry, sugah." And Gambit was out like a light, at least for a while.

#Well, I guess that takes care of one of our annoying problems for a while# thought Scott.

"Any real ideas, anyone?" Evryone blurted out all sorts of things. Bobby, of course, "What's the matter with prostitution?", Storm wanted to sell rain to rich farmers with draught problems, Logan wanted to try being a mercinary group, Jean wanted to volunteer at an animal shelter (which Scott reminded her, wouldn't earn them any money-"That's what volunteer means, honey", "Whoops. Hee hee. My bad!"), Rogue, as usual, didn't really have any good-or even decent-ideas, and Beast suggested selling liposuctions to fat rich ladies in Hollywood and LA.

Then Nightcrawler had an idea. "Ve could alvays try drugs, eh? There is alvays a market in veed."

"Brilliant!" cried Scott. Everyone nodded their heads in approval. except for Gambit, who was still unconscience, and drooling all over the place.

"Hey, I have to clean the floor this week, ass-boy!" cried Bobby as he kicked Gambit, right before Rogue knocked him out as well.

"He's mah boyfriend, only Ah can hit 'im." And Scott knew better than to ask her not to knock any more X-Men unconscience, as he knew if he did, he'd be next.

"Uh... right. Let's get to it, then! Bobby, go buy some sun lamps, Rogue, buy some pots. No, Rogue, not pot, that's Kurt's department."

"Vhat??"

"Your idea, you use your connections."

And the X-Men began their new franchise... as the X-Dealers.

To be continued...