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AUTHOR: Who else would it be but me, Blimey The Toad.
SUMMARY: If you've already come this far, then why do you need a dang summary? Can't turn back now...
WOLVERINE'S BABYSITTING ADVENTURE IV: STORM'S TURN
As usual, Gambit awoke first. He was happier this morning-at least happier than he was yesterday morning, as he had no hangover today. He stretched, yawned, and began thinking of things to do today. He would wake up the others to discuss.
"Hey, guys, get up! Get up!" He poked at Kurt until he woke up, then they both shook Hank. Eventually, even the lazy blue fuzzy kid woke up.
"What we gonna do t'day?"
"I like the idea of hanging out vith Ms. Storm. Maybe she'll make snow."
"Ah, it's worth a try, I guess." They all agreed, and went out in search of Storm.
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"Hey, Mr. Scotty, I don' s'pose you seen Ms. Storm t'day, non?"
"No, kids, I haven't. I saw her with Rogue earlier though. Maybe you could ask her. She's in the kitchen, I believe."
All three gulped in unison.
"Non, dat be alright. Don' wanna disturb her or nothin'. Uh, be seein' you later! If ya see her, tell her we're looking for her, 'kay?"
"Sure, alright you guys. Bye."
"Bye, M'seiur."
"Later."
"Ja, bye to you, too."
And they hurried along, as far away from the kitchen as possible, in search of Storm.
**********
"Eh, Mr. Ice, you seen Storm?"
"No, kid, can't say that I have. Why?"
"We need a babysitter for today. We were hoping she'd volunteer." Beast answered.
"And ve vere hoping she'd make some snow!"
Bobby smiled. "Hey, kids, why do you think I'm called Iceman? I not only can *make* snow, I *am* snow."
"Cool! You can help us then? You'll be our babysitter for a little while?"
"Sure, why not? Could be fun."
The X-Kids just looked at each other and grinned. He had no idea how much fun he was going to have.
**********
They followed him outside and watched in awe as he shot ice out from his hands to the ground, and laid snow out on top of the ice.
"I can't make it snow, really, but you have the effect, right? I mean, it's on the ground. We just skipped a step."
"'s fine, Mr. Ice. Wanna have a snowball fight, huh?"
"Sure! Sounds like fun. As long as it's a nice, fair..."
"T'ree on one!" Gambit shouted as he, Beast, and Nightcrawler picked up snowall after snowball and flung them at Bobby. They didn't think, though, that he could fling snow at them with out even picking any up-he could just make it new. So with every one they pelted him with, he shot three more. However, his aim was WAAAY off. Except for one.
*POW* "Oof!" cried Beast as he was launched by the high-speed snowball a few feet across the ground, and finally slamming into it. He slumped down, like he was unconscience, but hey, it's Beast. You can't *really* hurt him. Unfortunately, Bobby's not the brightest guy in the world.
"Oh, my god!" He ran towards Beast, defenses down. The timing was perfect, and...
Beast jumped up, scaring a wide-eyed and out of breath Bobby to a stand-still, then flinging a mega-sized snowball, full-force, right towards Bobby's head. And, sadly enough, Beast was a dead shot.
*POW* And Bobby fell. Hard. He slumped down and looked unconscience. But he wasn't kidding.
"Uh... whoops."
"Dang."
"Vhat are ve going to do?"
"Leave 'em here?"
"No! Not unless we want the punishment of a lifetime."
"Well, we can't *show* anyone. Maybe Storm could help..."
"Fine. Kurt, teleport him to sick bay (I *know* that's Star Trek, but I can't remember what the X-Men's sick bay is called...), and stay with him. Get 'em warm. Me an' Beast'll try an find Storm."
Once again, they all agreed, and began their plan to help Bob.
**********
*Bamf*
"Ve are here, little Bob. Ve'll make you okay, ja? You'll be fine. Just don't nark on us, okay?" He talked to the unconscience body of Bobby.
Kurt tried to pull him up to the table, but he was too heavy. So Kurt just settled for the floor.
"You'll be fine here. I'll just get you some blankets and stuff, and warm you up..."
Kurt set up Bob's bed, and turned on the TV (which is in the Med Lab, for some reason) to watch some Soap Opera's. In other words, he was bored out of his mind, and would be waiting a while until the guys found someone to help and came back.
*Sigh*
**********
"We gotta find someone. Anyone!"
They ran frantically up and down the halls, looking into doors, calling for help. But it looked like all of the X-Men must be on leave, because noone was there.
"Look, I know we might get in trouble, but we gotta find da professor. He could help. Plus we know he's gotta be somewhere, cause he never leaves."
The other two nodded in agreement, and they both ran towards his office.
**********
*knock knock*
*BAM BAM BAM*
"You can knock a little softer, Beasty. He ain' deaf."
"Oh. Yeah."
"Come in," called a voice from behind the door. Gambit took a deep breath and proceeded to open the door; the professor had always scared him for some reason.
"Mr. Xavier, we came here to ask for your assistance in a matter concerning on of the X-Men's health."
"In ot'er words, Beast knocked Mr. Ice unconscience."
Xavier perked up. "What? What did you do?"
Beast mumbled something that the professor couldn't hear very well.
"Could you please speak up, young man."
"I accidently ambushed Mr. Ice with a mega-sized ice ball. It hit his head and he... well... fell down... and didn't get... back up."
Xavier looked serious for a few seconds, then cracked up.
"Hee hee. You knocked *Bobby* unconscience with *ice*? That's some damn funny irony."
Both Beast and Gambit looked at each other, utterly confused, but happy they weren't in trouble.
"Uh, yeah. So, we was wonderin' if ya could help us out by helpin' Bobby get better."
"Sure", chuckled Xavier. "Lead me to him."
And they all walked (or floated, depending on who you're talking about) to Sick Bay.
**********
When they walked into sick bay, they saw Nightcrawler reading Cosmo and watching the eternal soap opers's still.
"Dude, what the *hell* you doin'?" Exclaimed Gambit.
"Language, boy."
"Sorry professor."
"I... I vas... it fell off the couch... and landed... uh..."
"Uh, sure. Where's Bobby?"
Kurt pointed to the floor where a unconscience Bobby was laid. The professor went into his mind and did his little 'I will draw you out of your funky mental state' thing. Bobby woke up.
"AHHH! Get 'em away from me! AHHH!" Bobby ran from the room screaming.
"Uh... then will you watch us professor?"
"Hah hah hah! Do you seriously think I have a death wish! Not hardly." And he hoovered from the room laughing.
"I guess it be time to fin' Storm, den, non?"
"That it is, my young chap. Come, oh lover of Cosmo." Kurt shot hima look of death, but followed none the less.
They made their way to her room, figuring she should be there by now.
**********
"Hey, Storm." They entered her room, and found her sitting on her bed reading.
"Oh! I have been looking for you all day."
"Dat sucks! We been lookin' for you all day, too."
"Yes, it does... suck. Anyways, I was looking for you to tell you I have found how to make you 3 adults again."
"Um... what was our problem?"
"Well, it looks like salmonella. I don't know. All I know is that that's the last time we let Sinister do the cooking around here. Anyways, the point is, I found this-", she held up a vile of liquid "-and it should help you out. Take it before you go to bed, and you'll be restored within a couple of days. You know, like accelerated growth."
"Oh. Cool. Uh, I guess we'll try it now."
"I guess so. See you all in the morning."
"Yeah, see you den, Stormy."
"Goodbye, dear Storm."
Kurt began to cry. "Goodbye, Storm. Forever." *Sob*
And they took turns drinking from the vile, and heading to their respective rooms to get a good long night's rest.
Yeah, yeah. Salmonella. I couldn't think of anything else. Oh, well... the finale will involve them becoming adults. And that's that. Review, my pretty's, and your little dawg's too. Thanks for my lovely reviewers. I love ya all.
Blimey The Toad
AUTHOR: Who else would it be but me, Blimey The Toad.
SUMMARY: If you've already come this far, then why do you need a dang summary? Can't turn back now...
WOLVERINE'S BABYSITTING ADVENTURE IV: STORM'S TURN
As usual, Gambit awoke first. He was happier this morning-at least happier than he was yesterday morning, as he had no hangover today. He stretched, yawned, and began thinking of things to do today. He would wake up the others to discuss.
"Hey, guys, get up! Get up!" He poked at Kurt until he woke up, then they both shook Hank. Eventually, even the lazy blue fuzzy kid woke up.
"What we gonna do t'day?"
"I like the idea of hanging out vith Ms. Storm. Maybe she'll make snow."
"Ah, it's worth a try, I guess." They all agreed, and went out in search of Storm.
**********
"Hey, Mr. Scotty, I don' s'pose you seen Ms. Storm t'day, non?"
"No, kids, I haven't. I saw her with Rogue earlier though. Maybe you could ask her. She's in the kitchen, I believe."
All three gulped in unison.
"Non, dat be alright. Don' wanna disturb her or nothin'. Uh, be seein' you later! If ya see her, tell her we're looking for her, 'kay?"
"Sure, alright you guys. Bye."
"Bye, M'seiur."
"Later."
"Ja, bye to you, too."
And they hurried along, as far away from the kitchen as possible, in search of Storm.
**********
"Eh, Mr. Ice, you seen Storm?"
"No, kid, can't say that I have. Why?"
"We need a babysitter for today. We were hoping she'd volunteer." Beast answered.
"And ve vere hoping she'd make some snow!"
Bobby smiled. "Hey, kids, why do you think I'm called Iceman? I not only can *make* snow, I *am* snow."
"Cool! You can help us then? You'll be our babysitter for a little while?"
"Sure, why not? Could be fun."
The X-Kids just looked at each other and grinned. He had no idea how much fun he was going to have.
**********
They followed him outside and watched in awe as he shot ice out from his hands to the ground, and laid snow out on top of the ice.
"I can't make it snow, really, but you have the effect, right? I mean, it's on the ground. We just skipped a step."
"'s fine, Mr. Ice. Wanna have a snowball fight, huh?"
"Sure! Sounds like fun. As long as it's a nice, fair..."
"T'ree on one!" Gambit shouted as he, Beast, and Nightcrawler picked up snowall after snowball and flung them at Bobby. They didn't think, though, that he could fling snow at them with out even picking any up-he could just make it new. So with every one they pelted him with, he shot three more. However, his aim was WAAAY off. Except for one.
*POW* "Oof!" cried Beast as he was launched by the high-speed snowball a few feet across the ground, and finally slamming into it. He slumped down, like he was unconscience, but hey, it's Beast. You can't *really* hurt him. Unfortunately, Bobby's not the brightest guy in the world.
"Oh, my god!" He ran towards Beast, defenses down. The timing was perfect, and...
Beast jumped up, scaring a wide-eyed and out of breath Bobby to a stand-still, then flinging a mega-sized snowball, full-force, right towards Bobby's head. And, sadly enough, Beast was a dead shot.
*POW* And Bobby fell. Hard. He slumped down and looked unconscience. But he wasn't kidding.
"Uh... whoops."
"Dang."
"Vhat are ve going to do?"
"Leave 'em here?"
"No! Not unless we want the punishment of a lifetime."
"Well, we can't *show* anyone. Maybe Storm could help..."
"Fine. Kurt, teleport him to sick bay (I *know* that's Star Trek, but I can't remember what the X-Men's sick bay is called...), and stay with him. Get 'em warm. Me an' Beast'll try an find Storm."
Once again, they all agreed, and began their plan to help Bob.
**********
*Bamf*
"Ve are here, little Bob. Ve'll make you okay, ja? You'll be fine. Just don't nark on us, okay?" He talked to the unconscience body of Bobby.
Kurt tried to pull him up to the table, but he was too heavy. So Kurt just settled for the floor.
"You'll be fine here. I'll just get you some blankets and stuff, and warm you up..."
Kurt set up Bob's bed, and turned on the TV (which is in the Med Lab, for some reason) to watch some Soap Opera's. In other words, he was bored out of his mind, and would be waiting a while until the guys found someone to help and came back.
*Sigh*
**********
"We gotta find someone. Anyone!"
They ran frantically up and down the halls, looking into doors, calling for help. But it looked like all of the X-Men must be on leave, because noone was there.
"Look, I know we might get in trouble, but we gotta find da professor. He could help. Plus we know he's gotta be somewhere, cause he never leaves."
The other two nodded in agreement, and they both ran towards his office.
**********
*knock knock*
*BAM BAM BAM*
"You can knock a little softer, Beasty. He ain' deaf."
"Oh. Yeah."
"Come in," called a voice from behind the door. Gambit took a deep breath and proceeded to open the door; the professor had always scared him for some reason.
"Mr. Xavier, we came here to ask for your assistance in a matter concerning on of the X-Men's health."
"In ot'er words, Beast knocked Mr. Ice unconscience."
Xavier perked up. "What? What did you do?"
Beast mumbled something that the professor couldn't hear very well.
"Could you please speak up, young man."
"I accidently ambushed Mr. Ice with a mega-sized ice ball. It hit his head and he... well... fell down... and didn't get... back up."
Xavier looked serious for a few seconds, then cracked up.
"Hee hee. You knocked *Bobby* unconscience with *ice*? That's some damn funny irony."
Both Beast and Gambit looked at each other, utterly confused, but happy they weren't in trouble.
"Uh, yeah. So, we was wonderin' if ya could help us out by helpin' Bobby get better."
"Sure", chuckled Xavier. "Lead me to him."
And they all walked (or floated, depending on who you're talking about) to Sick Bay.
**********
When they walked into sick bay, they saw Nightcrawler reading Cosmo and watching the eternal soap opers's still.
"Dude, what the *hell* you doin'?" Exclaimed Gambit.
"Language, boy."
"Sorry professor."
"I... I vas... it fell off the couch... and landed... uh..."
"Uh, sure. Where's Bobby?"
Kurt pointed to the floor where a unconscience Bobby was laid. The professor went into his mind and did his little 'I will draw you out of your funky mental state' thing. Bobby woke up.
"AHHH! Get 'em away from me! AHHH!" Bobby ran from the room screaming.
"Uh... then will you watch us professor?"
"Hah hah hah! Do you seriously think I have a death wish! Not hardly." And he hoovered from the room laughing.
"I guess it be time to fin' Storm, den, non?"
"That it is, my young chap. Come, oh lover of Cosmo." Kurt shot hima look of death, but followed none the less.
They made their way to her room, figuring she should be there by now.
**********
"Hey, Storm." They entered her room, and found her sitting on her bed reading.
"Oh! I have been looking for you all day."
"Dat sucks! We been lookin' for you all day, too."
"Yes, it does... suck. Anyways, I was looking for you to tell you I have found how to make you 3 adults again."
"Um... what was our problem?"
"Well, it looks like salmonella. I don't know. All I know is that that's the last time we let Sinister do the cooking around here. Anyways, the point is, I found this-", she held up a vile of liquid "-and it should help you out. Take it before you go to bed, and you'll be restored within a couple of days. You know, like accelerated growth."
"Oh. Cool. Uh, I guess we'll try it now."
"I guess so. See you all in the morning."
"Yeah, see you den, Stormy."
"Goodbye, dear Storm."
Kurt began to cry. "Goodbye, Storm. Forever." *Sob*
And they took turns drinking from the vile, and heading to their respective rooms to get a good long night's rest.
Yeah, yeah. Salmonella. I couldn't think of anything else. Oh, well... the finale will involve them becoming adults. And that's that. Review, my pretty's, and your little dawg's too. Thanks for my lovely reviewers. I love ya all.
Blimey The Toad