Ch3
"Well that was a rewarding experience," Logan mentioned as they all
worked out of the store. "Personally, my shopping day isn't complete
until I've ran into at least one management level ass-hole."
"We need to hurry, it's almost five now." Ororo looked at her watch
as they all walked on toward the rendezvous spot. "We really need to
get the kids back to the mansion in time for dinner, otherwise we
could look in a few more toy shops that are along the way home." She
then softly sighed. "I really wish there was more I could do to help
you Kurt." Then suddenly Ororo had a good idea. "I know, we'll call
as many toy stores as we can find in the phone book; maybe we'll get
lucky and find the doll that way."
Logan shook his head as they pushed through the crowd of shoppers
like three trout trying to swim up stream. "You can try it if you
like Storm, but I have a feeling you're not going to get anywhere. I
mean if that piece of work back there wouldn't give us the doll when
we were standing right in front of him, I doubt anyone would promise
to let you have it over the phone."
Even Kurt had his doubts. "I'm afraid zat Logan is probably right
fraulein. No, I believe zat ze only vay to get dis doll is to have
dis one called Rebecca Romijn-Stamos come here and ask for ze doll
on our behalf."
"Well do know this Rebecca?" Ororo asked already sure what Kurt's
answer would be.
"I do not even know vho she is, or vhy she is famous," he openly
admitted.
"Well that makes two of us," Ororo surrendered in frustration.
"Oh, she's a super-model turned actress." Logan explained, only to
have Kurt and Ororo stop in their tracks and give him a surprised
look. Suddenly even Logan realized how odd that sounded coming from
the bar brawling, guts and gore kinda mutant he was. After all,
modern pop culture was not typically his forte. "Some of the kids
were watching "E" last night and her name was mentioned; I just
happened to over hear," he openly explained.
They all went back to walking. Ororo then had another idea. "Charles
does know a few people in high places' to coin a phrase, perhaps he
knows someone, who knows someone, who can work something out for
you."
Kurt put down his bags. They had finally reached their destination.
He turned to Ororo and gave her a cheerful smile. "Zat vill not be
necessary mein freunde, I have un idea."