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Bobby woke up to screaming. Someone was leaning over his bed, hollering in his ear and must have been doing so for some time, because his ears were ringing something awful. He squinted up at the fuzzy blob and it materialized into Rogue. She seemed to be ranting and raving about something ... something about their teachers going nuts. Yeah that was it. Teachers going nuts, how nice. He started to roll over and tune her out again.

"Go away! I've only been sleeping for a couple of hours. I don't care if the house is falling down, leave me alone!" Bobby moaned.

"That's what ah'm tryin' to tell you. It maght fall down." Rogue sounded frantic. "And the professor is doing wheelies." She whispered. "Bobby, what are we gonna do?" She shook him some more.

Bobby was in the midst of fending Rogue off with a pillow when what she said finally made it's way through the fog between his ears. "Wait. Wheelies?" He asked cautiously.

"That's what I been tryin' to tell ya. They've lost their minds. All o' them. The Professor, Logan, Dr. Grey, Mr. Summers. Mr. McCoy was hangin' from the chandelier in the dinnin' room when I went to get some breakfast. He about gave me a heart attack. And John said he saw Miz Monroe flyin' off into the sunrise this morning in a hurry. And ... she was makin' little tornados all over the grounds. We think she may have up rooted a couple a trees too 'cause we heard a lot a bumps and crashes, but we were kinda afraid to go outside and look. You know. In case she was still on the loose or somethin'."

Bobby was beginning to think that he woke up in another dimension. After all, that really wasn't all that unheard of in this house, but the professor doing wheelies? That was too much for even his imagination to conjure up. Ina flash he was out of bed. Throwing on his robe he opened the door cautiously and peered out, Rogue cowering behind him. It looked safe. If not for the occasional loud thumps and bumps coming from different parts of the house it might be any normal morning. Not that odd noises were really all that odd in the Institute, but . . .

Bobby stepped back quickly so as not to be run down by the professor. He zipped down the hall going about ninety and disappeared around the corner. Jubilee was hanging on to the back of his wheelchair for dear life. It was the first time he had seen her that fearful since he and John had told her that the company who made her favorite bubble gum was going out of business. This was definitely bad. Bad, bad, bad. He wondered idly if someone had broken in, kidnapped his teachers and left mutants in their places. No wait. That wasn't right. They were the mutants. Maybe normal people were left behind to look like their teachers. Nah.

After peering around the door again and seeing nothing that was trying to run him down, he inched into the hallway Rogue right behind him and started humming Mission Impossible. Now why was that so familiar? Mission Impossible. Hum . . .

Bobby smacked himself on the forehead.

"Ow!"

"Bobby, are you ok?" Rogue asked.

"Yeah, fine." He said, rubbing away the sting. "I just figured it out."

"Figured what out?"

"What's up with the teachers. Did you see any of them eating those chocolate covered coffee beans we brought home for them last night?" He asked.

"Soon to be the gift of choice for coffee lovers everywhere? Yeah. Mr. McCoy had his sack in his hand, and so did the professor. And John said that he saw Miz Monroe with hers too. He thought it was kinda strange that she was taking them with her, wherever it was she was going."

"That's it! There must be something in them that isn't good for mutants. Now all we have to do is get down to Dr. Grey's lab. She's been doing some research about the mutant genome and the effects of some foods and chemicals on mutants. We'll go see what we can find out. But first, let's get the video camera." He smiled evilly. This needed to be recorded for posterity.

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We next find our five young heroes crouched over a computer in Dr. Grey's office where they have barricaded themselves in. There were several filing cabinets, a desk and an operating table stacked in front of the door. Slowly, inch by inch, they were being pushed away from the door. Every few minutes a loud boom would sound upstairs and a few particles of plaster and dust would fall from the ceiling.

On their way to the office Bobby and Rogue had collected the others. Most of the kids were not at the Institute art the time, being that it was summer break, and the five of them were the only ones who had come back early, or never left at all. And they were they only ones available to hold off the adults running loose in the mansion. Maybe the entire student body all together could have taken on the adults, but five was simply not enough.

Anyway. . . Bobby and Rogue first made their way though all of the other rooms on their floor. That was where they had found Kitty hiding. Under her bed. With the ability to move through walls, they felt a little safer. Jubilee had decided to stop trying to talk sense to a Professor who instead of paying attention was obviously trying to get himself killed. She had gone down to the kitchen. All of that talking had made her thirsty anyway. She was standing on the table dodging laser blasts. Mr. Summers had decided to take in a little target practice and was aiming imaginary bugs and small rodents, leaving small pits all over the tile floor. That was before he discovered that he could make Jubilee dance by aiming at her feet. There wasn't much of the table left standing when they got there.

Bobby quickly made an ice slide, camera running all the time, and the four of them slid out as fast as they could. Scott tried to follow. He has shrieking something about vermin when he slipped on the ice and fell. The kids exited quickly.

Into the dinning room. Mr. McCoy was still in there. But this time he was swinging from the chandelier, rather than just hanging upside down from it. Bobby made sure he got a good shot of the Beast. And the bag of coffee beans clutched tightly between his toes.

Next they found John. Dr. Grey was holding him high above the stairs, so if she dropped him he would fall three or four floors before he actually hit anything. She was also laughing like a crazy person. That high hysterical laughter, you know the kind I mean. The kind that's even worse than a good Muwah haa haa haa haa.

Seeing more victims to play with she turned to them and forget all about St. John, who started plummeting to his death. Rogue, Bobby and Jubilee looked on in horrified fascination, while Kitty dived under him and grabbed a hold of him just before he hit the ground. They ended up on the second floor of the basement before they had slowed enough to come to a halt. (Neither was too damaged, just bruised a bit in case you were wondering.)

Upstairs, Bobby made a patch of ice under Jean's feet, while Jubilee threw off a few fire works to distract her. As soon as her feet started to slide out from under her they ran.