All of the teams are now merged into one. I do not own the x-men.


After a long day of training in the danger room the New Recruits and Pyro were exhausted (the others probably were to, but this isn't about them!). They were all lying down in the patch of conveniently placed grass. "Man, I'm beat!" Bobby complained.

"Yeah, why do they find it necessary to work us that hard?" Roberto sighed. They remained silent for a while.

"Ya know mates; the X-men have a lot of rules." Pyro commented.

"Yeah, like don't run in the halls." Bobby said.

"Or don't eat more than one carton of ice cream." Jamie said. "I mean come on! Who can survive on one scoop, huh, who!?" They all stare at him.

"Not even I eat that much." Ray comments. He gets a devilish look in his eye. "Hey look over there." They all look.

"So? It's just a plot of grass." Jubilee says.

"But it has a Keep Off sign." He walks over to it.

"This is stupid even for you." Amara rolls her eyes.

"What?" he asks innocently. "I'm just going to bend a rule or two." He put his jacket on the grass and steps on it.

"How is that bending a rule laddie?" Rahne asks. "You're on the grass."

"No, I'm on the jacket."

"Hey, I see where you're getting at." Tabitha says. She kicks a log over and goes for a float on the lake.

"But there's a 'No Boating' sign" Sam protests.

"But I'm not boating." Boom Boom says. "I'm logging."

"Lets bend some more rules!" Pyro shouts.


In the Mansion...

"Hey! No running in the halls!" Scott shouts.

"But I'm not running!" Bobby shouts. "I'm sprinting!"

"No burning stuff!" Kitty screams.

"But I'm not burning stuff." Pyro explains. "I'm roasting stuff!"

"No loud noises in the halls!" Jean shouted.

"I'm not making loud noises!" Ray shouted. "I'm laughing at your pathetic attempts to take us down!"

"Get them Zim!" a fleet of green aliens grabs Scott, Jean, and Kitty and hurls them into the sun. Also Sypke, because I just don't like him.

"Now what?" Rahne asks.

"What do you mean?" Sunspot asks back.

"How will we pay to survive?"

"The professor isn't dead."

"Well, we got carried away."

"We could always pretend we are the professor and get money from his rich family." Amara suggests.

"He has rich family members?" Pyro asks.

"Yep."