A/N: Do not own X-Men Evolution

So what if they were just throwing vodka on the never ending "I loathe you" flames between them and ADW? Kitty sneaked back into the tent.

This ultimate prank (with a big fat W next to their team- were they still a team?), remained morally questionable, in that it would be hilarious, but if/when its cycle was through, someone could (most likely would) be in trouble up to their chins.

She hoped that someone was Lance.

Jerk.

She untangled the Jedi braid she fastened at the bottom of her ear- a token she hoped would bring her luck, skill, and the power of The Force (plus it totally upped her awesome level).

She sighed, louder than she meant to.

"Talk to him," Rogue mumbled.

"Shouldn't you be asleep?"

"Goth," she whispered. "Creatures of the darkness?"

Kitty rolled her eyes. "No wonder you're so cantankerous all the time." She half chuckled.

Now Rogue rolled her eyes. "Stop with the 'elevated diction'. I can't handle Logan using anymore words that don't belong in his vocabulary."

They snickered together. Kitty sighed, less exasperate, more content this time. (This was why they were sisters from different misters- they just understood each other).

"Kitty,"

"Yes, Rogue,"

"Why is that strand of hair all curly, like you were wearing a Jedi braid?"

Meanwhile

"When will we see the repercussions of your handy work?" Pete, polite and patient, waited up for Remy.

"In 'bout five hours." Remy said. Unlike Kitty, he had informed his roommate prior to waltzing in at one in the morning.

"Is she alright?" Pete asked, slowly.

Remy nodded, choosing not to meddle in spite of himself.

Pete nodded back.

Short, simple, to the point.

Five Hours Later (right after Logan's morning potty break)

"I BETTER SEE ALL YOU BOTTOM FEEDERS IN LINE IN THE NEXT FIVE SECONDS OR YOU'RE ALL GOING TO WISH NEVER CAME TO CAMP MUTANT!"

Ah'm pretty sure everyone already feels that way. Rogue stretched.

"I DON'T HEAR HUSTLING!"

Oh no. A sudden herd of mutant teen sprinted to the morning line up before Wolverine had a brain aneurism. Logan raged.

Kitty searched down the line o students- to the left was Bobby (a little too close for her liking), then Scott, Pietro, Toad, Blob, and on the end, Lance; to the right- Rogue, Jubilee, Rahni, Amara, Gambit, and she stopped when she came to Pete. She leaned so far forward she almost tipped over- her not so subtle attempt to will his attention to her. He turned his face, but only made eye contact for a second before looking at the grayish gravelly dirt. Gambit shot her a help?- please? look. She replied with a what-do-you-want-me-to-do-about-it? face. Another please? face.

Rogue sensed what was going on- she wasn't stupid (or blind- they were as subtle as a pair of purple polar bears)- she just refused to look that way; her cold stare stayed fixed forward.

"It wouldn't hurt to just talk to him," Kitty whispered "Like, so he at least knows what's wrong."

"He knows," she looked at the raging Wolverine.

"SILENCE!" Logan boomed. Silence. He squinted against the terrified bunch. "I WANNA KNOW WHO DID IT, AND I WANNA KNOW NOW!"

"Did what?" Bobby would be stupid enough to ask.

"YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!" he said "WHERE ARE THEY?"

"Who?" Kitty did her best I-have-no-idea-what's-going-on voice.

"WHO?" Logan roared "Lulu? Mr. Julips? Sugar Pie?" Blank stares surrounded the fuming man/beast. Had this been a different time, and a less pissed Logan, it would probably be funny to hear him utter those words. "MY MINT CONDITION, SPECIAL EDITION, FIRST CLASS HAPPY HAPPY PANDA COLLECTION!"

(Crickets in the background)

"Fine, we'll do this the hard way."

"Wait," Bobby (again, stupid, stupid Bobby) said. "What's 'Happy Happy Panda'?" Stupid, stupid Bobby. Couldn't just let it go.

"WHAT IS HAPPY HAPPY PANDA?" Logan came centimeters from Bobby's face. "You know snowball, I'm going to let this go- because I know your standings in life will never improve, and frankly, I pity you." He began to pace. "Happy Happy Panda was an original Canadian animai series, for ages eight and up- it lit my life in a very, very dark time in my life." He discretely wiped a tear. "SO IF YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOOD FOR YOU YOU'LL RECOVER THOSE BEARS!" Realizing what he divulged, he added "They're collector's items. Very expensive- worth a fortune." He paused. "Where was I? Oh, right, WE'RE GONNA DO THIS THE HARD WAY!"

Scott twitched. "Hard way?" he turned to Jean. "Pandas?"

Flashback: Six Minutes Ago

"I BETTER SEE ALL YOU BOTTOM FEEDERS IN LINE IN THE NEXT FIVE SECONDS OR YOU'RE ALL GOING TO WISH NEVER CAME TO CAMP MUTANT!"

Scott sprang up in usual early bird fashion. On his way out, he tripped on a fuzzy, black and white stuffed animal.

"Panda?" He muttered to himself. "That's weird."

Present

"I've been framed!" Scott shrieked as Logan pulled the last bear from his tent- one from Bobby and Ray's (naturally, Bobby would be the one punished because, well, he was Bobby.), one in Avalanche and Toad's, and the final in Scott's.

"Tell it to Mr. Julips." Logan snarled.

On the edge of Scott's line of sight, Kitty and Gambit slid their palms together and pumped fists.

"Dastardly deeds!" Scott pointed at the Cajun and perky brunette. "It was them! They set me up!"

"One more alliteration one-eye and I'll deck you!" Wolverine examined the bear. "You all are on mess hall duty! And you have six hours of conditioning to be completed under my surveillance, and Chuck will be hearing about this."

Scott's lip quivered- his record, tarnished? "This isn't the end LeBeau! Mark my words! You have not heard the last of me!" He raved like he just escaped from the loony bin.

"It's okay Kit," Lance strolled up. "I forgive you," he kicked a rock out from under him. "I'd retaliate too, if I threw myself at my ex and got rejected like that." He put a bent, half gloved knuckle under her chin, "But please, don't be so pathetic." He made a kissy sound, pivoting toward his group.

Kitty launched forward, ready to claw his eyes out. Rogue's arms bear hugged her, holding her back.

"You rude, pompous, putrid jerk!" She screamed, pulling away from Rogue's grip. "You half-witted, arrogant, imbecile! How dare you!"

"Not worth it Kitty," Rogue whispered. "Not worth it."

"Leave her alone." A calm but firm Russian voice sounded. He was totally coming to her rescue- could he be more amazing? If she wasn't so furious she would sigh.

"Who's going to make me, soda can man?" (Really? Soda can man? Really?)

"I'm your huckleberry." Gambit stepped forward, tipping an imaginary hat. "We're down for a brawl if you are."

Pete clenched a metal fist. Remy bridged a deck of cards. Lance opened his mouth to make some lame rock pun.

It was so on.

A/N: Gasp! Cliff hanger! If you liked it please review! (And if you caught the little Tombstone reference at the end, you're officially awesome=) if not, go watch it!)