Well, here's the next section. Not as good as the last one, though. I had to hold my muse at gun point to draw this section out of him. I hope you enjoy it anyways!


CYCLOPS: Hello, Mr. Salt and Mrs. Pepper! Have you seen any clues lying around today?

MR. SALT PUPPET: No, we 'ave not seen any cluez, Steve!

MRS. PEPPER PUPPET: But I zink Baby Paprika saw one earlier, didn't you, Paprika?

ROGUE: Ah can't believe ah'm doin' this...

DIRECTOR (waving a sheaf of papers): The script, people! The script!!!!

ROGUE: Goo.

Half the people manage to hold back the laughter. There is a brief pause in filming as the other half are dealt with soundly by Rogue. Bandages are passed around, and the scene continues.

CYCLOPS (with a swollen lip): Could you please tell me where the clue is, Paprika?

ROGUE (shaking her head vigourously): GOO!!

MR. SALT PUPPET: I zink she wants to play a game to find out where ze first clue iz, Steve!

CYCLOPS (sarcastically): WONderful. Alright Paprika, what's the game you want to play?

Rogue points to the fridge. There is a piece of paper on it, upon which are written a bunch of sentences. Each sentence ends with a blank line that must be filled in with the appropriate answer.

CYCLOPS: Okay, Paprika, how do we play?

KIDS: Fill in the blanks, moron!

CYCLOPS: Who're you calling a moron?

Rogue slams Scott up the side of his head with the baby bottle.

CYCLOPS: OWWWWCH!!!

CYCLOPS (to the director): Hey!! That wasn't in the script? Why didn't you say anything?

DIRECTOR: Cause I liked it! I think we'll add it in. Continue the scene please!

CYCLOPS (whining): But that's not fair!

JEAN: Scott....

CYCLOPS: But...but...

JEAN: SCOTT!!!!

CYCLOPS: Fine! Let's just play the stupid game so I can find out where to find the first stupid clue, okay?

BEAST (under his breath): A truly limited vocabulary, I daresay.

Anyways, they play the game and find out that the first clue is in the living room. After walking in place for a while, they magically appear in said room, and we're on to the next scene!

CYCLOPS: Oh, here's our first clue!

DIRECTOR: CUT!

CYCLOPS: What did I do wrong this time?!

DIRECTOR: You're supposed to wait for the children to point it out first!

CYCLOPS: But it's right there!

DIRECTOR: Just pretend you don't see it, ALRIGHT?

CYCLOPS: Fine. Ho, hum, where's that darn clue?

KIDS: There it is!!!

CYCLOPS (monotone): Where? I don't see it.

KIDS: There! THERE!

CYCLOPS (monotone): Oh. There it is. Yay. Now what do we do?

KIDS: Write it down in the notebook!

CYCLOPS: If you guys know all this stuff already, why aren't YOU narrating the show?

JEAN: SCOTT!!

CYCLOPS: Fine. (pulling out notebook) Now what was our first clue again?

KIDS: A balloon!

CYCLOPS: Right. A balloon. Now let's draw it in the notebook.

Scott proceeds to draw a balloon in the notebook. Twenty minutes later, he's still trying.

KIDS: That doesn't look like a balloon!

CYCLOPS: It is too a balloon!

BEAST (looking over Scott's shoulder): No, I must agree with the children. It looks more like a squirrel who became intimate with the wheel of a truck.

CYCLOPS: It's a balloon, dammit!!!

DIRECTOR (pounding his forehead with his fist): Just say it's a balloon and leave it! Let's just move on before I suffer a major aneurysm, ALRIGHT?!!!

Another chorus of grumbling compliances sweeps over the stage.

DIRECTOR: Okay...alright...everything's going to be okay..

(He's saying this more to himself than to anyone in particular.)

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Well, do you still want more? If ya do, just say so and I'll set my muse to work...hey?...where did he go? (I look around...he's cowering in the corner) Ah-hah!! (I lunge after him, he escapes from my grasp and bolts down the hall). Hmmm..er...this my take a while folks...