It's Party Time
"Blob we've been on the road for hours," Lance groaned. "Where are we going?"
"There's this party in Jersey and I wanna check it out," Fred said.
"You're driving us all the way to a party in New Jersey?" Bobby asked.
"Dude, our reps are so bad we gotta go out of state to get to a decent party," Ray groaned.
"Whatever, a party's a party right?" Pietro asked. "I need to let loose and shake my thing!"
"I dunno guys I don't think this is a good idea," Scott said.
"You never think anything is a good idea," Pyro spoke. "Loosen up Tightly McTightly! It'll be fun!"
"Beats sitting around watching TV all night," Ray said.
"I dunno I could have watched another marathon of Total Drama Island," Bobby said. "Hey did anybody notice how much Gwen looks like Rogue!"
"I did notice that!" Fred spoke up. "I thought it was just me!"
"No! I mean she does look like her! I mean the hair is different colors but the style is the same! Even the outfit looks like..." Pyro began.
"Will you guys just shut up about the stupid cartoons?" Scott snapped. "It was a stupid cartoon that got us into this mess in the first place! I'm just not sure that going to a party in Jersey is the best thing we can do considering all the destruction we caused today!"
"Well we could always cause more damage," Pyro said cheerfully. "Come on! A party will make you forget your troubles and how whipped you are by your girlfriend!"
"Yeah the flyer said mutants were welcome and everything," Fred nodded.
"Flyer? What flyer?" Scott did a double take.
"The flyer in our mailbox," Fred said, pulling out a piece of paper from his shirt pocket. "Read it!"
"For a night of Mutant Friendly Fun come to our meeting," Scott read. "Explore new frontiers in human/mutant relations. Mutants welcome. There will be punch, a buffet, seafood bar…"
"Now we know why Blob wants to go," Pietro snickered.
Scott continued reading. "Dancing, and all sorts of fun. Did we mention mutants were welcome? I dunno there's something real fishy about all this."
"Come on Summers," Todd said. "We're in Jersey! What could go wrong?"
"You've obviously never seen an episode of the Sopranos," Kurt quipped.
"Are you sure this is the place?" Lance asked as they drove in the lot of what seemed to be a large old abandoned church.
"It must be one of those religious church gatherings," Fred said. "You know they had these all the time back home. A meet and greet and dance and beer pong tournaments so all the young folks could get together in a wholesome environment."
"Beer pong tournaments?" Kurt asked. "In a church?"
"Well our church was kind of liberal when it came to alcohol," Fred told them. "Our pastors were real believers in the water into wine story. Kept trying to reenact it but the Feds kept closing them down."
"One of these days Blob I am going to take a trip to your home town just to see if this place really exists or if it's just a concoction of your deranged imagination," Lance groaned.
"Hey! Blob's not the one who sees things that aren't there!" Pyro said. "That's my bag!"
"You think we should go in?" Ray asked.
"There's a lot of cars here," Roberto said. "Why not check it out?"
"I dunno about this," Scott said.
"Yeah, for once I'm with Summers but not for his usual reasons," Lance grunted. "Going to some kind of church social? Sounds like a snooze fest to me."
"It would not hurt any of you to have some exposure to religion!" Kurt snapped as he turned his inducer back on, reverting to his human form. "Especially those members of the Brotherhood who do not think it is wrong to steal."
"Hey we're not doing any worse than what the oil companies are doing," Todd told him as they got out of the van. "So cool it with the self righteous stuff huh? Besides, why are you turning on your inducer? This gig's supposed to be mutant friendly."
"Better safe than sorry," Kurt shrugged.
"Wonder what that means?" Sam pointed to a billboard.
"What? FOH meeting tonight?" Bobby read it. "Must be some kind of ladies' league or something."
"Are you sure we should do this?" Scott asked as they got ready to enter the door.
"Summers, relax! It's just a bunch of people hanging around a church," Pietro rolled his eyes. "What could happen? It's not like they're gonna burn anyone at the stake or something!"
"You would be surprised how often that happens," Kurt groaned.
They walked in and instantly dozens of people looked at them. There were several teenagers there but there were also a lot of adults. And a lot of adults were very muscular and looked like extras out of a boxing movie.
"Boy for a church social there don't seem to be too many churchy types," Bobby looked around at some men who were bikers with large chains and tattoos.
"Maybe it's one of those biker church socials?" Pyro asked.
"Something tells me this isn't a church social and I don't see a buffet," Scott remarked at all the hostile faces glaring at them.
"I know who you are!" A brown haired man in his thirties and wearing a brown suit snapped. "You're those mutants from Bayville! What are you doing here?"
"We heard there was a buffet!" Fred said cheerfully.
"Uh yeah we got this note saying that there was a party for mutants," Todd gulped. "We thought we'd come over and say hi! Hi!"
"I'm gonna take a guess and say we were misinformed," Bobby winced at the hostile glares and menacing looks all around.
"You could say that. This is an FOH meeting for members only! Do you know what FOH stands for?" The man grinned.
"Fun Out House?" Pyro blinked.
"Free Our Hamsters?" Todd asked.
"Fuzzy Old Hamburgers?" Fred asked.
"No!" The man snapped.
"Fried Okra Helper?" Sam asked.
"Flying Over Honduras?" Roberto asked.
"Forfeit Open Houses?" Bobby asked.
"Forget Obscure Homonyms?" Pyro asked again.
"No, no, no and no!" The man snapped.
"Followers of Quicksilver the Magnificent?" Pietro asked.
"THOSE AREN'T EVEN THE RIGHT LETTERS!" The man screamed.
"I know but it was worth a shot," Pietro shrugged.
"Forget the Earth, Quicksilver your ego wouldn't even fit on Jupiter!" Kurt snapped. "Well what does FOH mean?"
"It stands for the Friends Of Humanity!" The man shouted. "I am Graydon Creed! It's president and founder!"
"Oh Friends! That's nice," Pyro nodded cheerfully.
"I don't think these are the kind of friends we want Pyro," Lance looked around and saw many people pulling out bats, pipes and guns.
"I dunno they look like your kind of crowd," Roberto said.
"Uh are you guys friends as in dedicated to picking up trash, helping little old ladies and all that boy scout stuff?" Pietro looked around nervously. "Because Summers is really into that!"
"Our goal is to help humanity by ridding the world of the mutant disease that poisons it!" Creed shouted. "We will fight until every single mutant is exterminated off the face of the planet!"
"O-kay…" Lance winced as the mutants were surrounded. "Great idea Blob! Nice choice for an afternoon activity."
"Oops," Fred blinked. "Sorry. My bad."
"I knew this was a bad idea," Scott groaned.