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X-Men: Evolution

While Logan struggled to find Hank's notes in the now disassembled kitchen, he heard two sets of feet coming down the stairs. He looked up to find a very pale, disoriented-looking, red-nosed, bloodshot-eyed, pajama-clad Bobby and Sam. "What's all the ruckus down here?" Sam croaked.

"Man, what happened to the kitchen?" Bobby practically coughed out.

"I thought the two of ya were supposed ta be in bed." Logan growled.

"Yeah, but we heard a bunch of weird noises and cursing coming from down here, so we figured that we'd better come check it out," Sam explained.

"Yeah, well, I got this under control. Fer now. Anyways, the two of ya better get back up to bed. Ya don't look so good, 'specially you, Drake."

"Yeah, I don't feel so…" Bobby stopped mid sentence, turned to the garbage can and emptied his breakfast into it. Logan and Sam just cringed, trying not to watch.

Logan sighed. "Well, that's really nice, Bobby. Get back up ta yer room, both of ya."

"Better out than in, though, right?" Bobby mumbled to Sam as the two boys slowly left the room.

Logan sighed as he looked around the room. He started putting stuff back into its rightful place when he heard a small cry. "Mr. Logan!"