"Hank! Thanks for coming! Are we going to a movie? Like old times?"
"Umm, no Jubilee. I think you'd better sit down I have bad news."
"Bad news?" she repeated.
"About Logan."
Her knees gave and she collapsed into a chair. Hank sat down beside her. He picked up her hands and held them both between his own. "There was an accident. I'm sorry. Honey, I shrunk the Wolverine."
"You WHAT?"
"I shrunk him. You see I was working on a new quantum qualifier when it hit me--"
"In English Hankster."
"I built a size machine and it didn't work quite the way I expected. I shrunk Logan."
"How- how much?" she asked trepidly.
"Oh, I'd say about three inches."
"So he's fine?"
"He's perfectly healthy except for being smaller."
She punched him in the shoulder. "You had me all riled for dropping the Wolvester down to my size? I mean come on now Hank I can finally look him in the eyes. You really had be scared for a second there."
"Your size?" Hank asked.
"Yeah, Wolvie's about three inches taller than me. Or he was."
"No no Jubilee. When I said three inches I mean he is now three inches tall, period."
"WHAT?"
"Yeah, I'd say you could look him in the eye all right. You could have him in the palm of your hand, literally."
Jubilee's jaw was frozen to her knees.
"I brought him with me. Would you like to see him? His healing factor should be taking care of the tranquilizer we gave him right about now."
She nodded. And the shoebox beside Hank started rocking back and forth. Three needles came tearing through, and a second later the box was in shreds.
"Oh he's so tiny!" Jubilee said and reached for him.
"Hank! What the hell have you done to me?" Logan yelled as Jubilee scooped him up in her hands.
"Ooh, he's a lot heavier than he looks."
"That'd be the adamantium, Jubilee."
"AAAAAAHHHHH."
"Whisper, please. You're killin' me with all the noise!" Logan yelled in his newly acquired smurf voice.
"Hank, can I take him to school for show and tell?"
"I highly doubt Logan would appreciate you taking him to class," whispered Hank.
"Yeah, you're right. Especially it's like, Emma's class," giggled back Jubes.
Six needle like claws pointed at Jubilee. "You do that, kid, and I'll..." growled Wolverine.
Jubes couldn't help but to laugh out loud. "Sorry, Wolvie... but that growl... it's like a hamster or somethin'."
"I would rather suggest it was closer to Mustela Vison," pointed out Hank knowingly.
"English?"
"Mink, of the weasel family..." Hank started to explain.
Jubilee burts into laughers, tears in her eyes. "Weasel!"
"I'll get you for that, fur ball," snarled Wolverine.
Jubilee finally calmed down.
"I promise you, Jubilee. I will do all in my power to restore Logan to his previous state. But for now, since our diminutive friend had taken care of his makeshift cradle, I need to find him a new one. Could you take care of him until then?"
"Sure, Hank. No problemo. I'll pretend to not feel well and we'll stay in my room." She looked down at Wolverine. "You'll love my drawer, Wolvie. Full o' nice clothes and stuff. I might even let you play with my stuffed animal, if you're good and promise not to rip it apart."
Jubilee walked away, still babbling to Wolvie now hidden in her pocket. Hank could barely restrain to laugh at the little weasel sounds he heard in reply to Jubes' chat.
"Umm, no Jubilee. I think you'd better sit down I have bad news."
"Bad news?" she repeated.
"About Logan."
Her knees gave and she collapsed into a chair. Hank sat down beside her. He picked up her hands and held them both between his own. "There was an accident. I'm sorry. Honey, I shrunk the Wolverine."
"You WHAT?"
"I shrunk him. You see I was working on a new quantum qualifier when it hit me--"
"In English Hankster."
"I built a size machine and it didn't work quite the way I expected. I shrunk Logan."
"How- how much?" she asked trepidly.
"Oh, I'd say about three inches."
"So he's fine?"
"He's perfectly healthy except for being smaller."
She punched him in the shoulder. "You had me all riled for dropping the Wolvester down to my size? I mean come on now Hank I can finally look him in the eyes. You really had be scared for a second there."
"Your size?" Hank asked.
"Yeah, Wolvie's about three inches taller than me. Or he was."
"No no Jubilee. When I said three inches I mean he is now three inches tall, period."
"WHAT?"
"Yeah, I'd say you could look him in the eye all right. You could have him in the palm of your hand, literally."
Jubilee's jaw was frozen to her knees.
"I brought him with me. Would you like to see him? His healing factor should be taking care of the tranquilizer we gave him right about now."
She nodded. And the shoebox beside Hank started rocking back and forth. Three needles came tearing through, and a second later the box was in shreds.
"Oh he's so tiny!" Jubilee said and reached for him.
"Hank! What the hell have you done to me?" Logan yelled as Jubilee scooped him up in her hands.
"Ooh, he's a lot heavier than he looks."
"That'd be the adamantium, Jubilee."
"AAAAAAHHHHH."
"Whisper, please. You're killin' me with all the noise!" Logan yelled in his newly acquired smurf voice.
"Hank, can I take him to school for show and tell?"
"I highly doubt Logan would appreciate you taking him to class," whispered Hank.
"Yeah, you're right. Especially it's like, Emma's class," giggled back Jubes.
Six needle like claws pointed at Jubilee. "You do that, kid, and I'll..." growled Wolverine.
Jubes couldn't help but to laugh out loud. "Sorry, Wolvie... but that growl... it's like a hamster or somethin'."
"I would rather suggest it was closer to Mustela Vison," pointed out Hank knowingly.
"English?"
"Mink, of the weasel family..." Hank started to explain.
Jubilee burts into laughers, tears in her eyes. "Weasel!"
"I'll get you for that, fur ball," snarled Wolverine.
Jubilee finally calmed down.
"I promise you, Jubilee. I will do all in my power to restore Logan to his previous state. But for now, since our diminutive friend had taken care of his makeshift cradle, I need to find him a new one. Could you take care of him until then?"
"Sure, Hank. No problemo. I'll pretend to not feel well and we'll stay in my room." She looked down at Wolverine. "You'll love my drawer, Wolvie. Full o' nice clothes and stuff. I might even let you play with my stuffed animal, if you're good and promise not to rip it apart."
Jubilee walked away, still babbling to Wolvie now hidden in her pocket. Hank could barely restrain to laugh at the little weasel sounds he heard in reply to Jubes' chat.