Yes, I am back! My muse has taken to blowing my fish out of the tank with a hunting rifle, so before too much damage is done I decided to write the next part *collective groan*
SG: sam?! Why are you groaning with them? You're my muse!
Sam: um…peer pressure?
SG: for the sake of getting to the storry, I'll accept it. Now onto the story!
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(the x-mansion.)
scott (on the phone): no warren I'm sorry, you can't come home yet…just because I'm team leader doesn't mean I can pull you from a mission…okay so technically I can, but that's just a minor detail that no one cares about!…what's that?…betsy wants to talk to me too?…alright put her on…hi betsy, how's the mission going?…no you can't come home!…they did what??!!well, if it makes you feel better we'll buy you a new bottle of hair gel…no, I'm sorry you really can't come home!…who's that?…bishop?….no, you can't come home either and neither can remy or sam!…okay, I got a lot to do down here…no!…I'll talk to you all later…bye
*hang up*
hank: it's only 11:00 and their already begging to come home?
Storm: it appears so…though I am worried about them.
Jean: we all are…
Wolvie: I wouldn't worry, they've been through worse. And besides the Cajun and the hayseed are from the south, they already know how to deal with this…sort of.
(the hotel)
remy: he hung up on us?!!!
Warren: maybe we should call him back?!
Sam: but that ain't polite!
Betsy: polite!!?? Who cares??!!
Bishop: maybe he'll call us back?
Warren: I don't think I can take much more of this! I mean it's bad enough having two of them at the mansion, but now their cousins are moving in? I just can't take it!! Four rednecks!! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Remy and sam (together): four?
*start counting fingers and thinking*
remy: hey! I resent dat!
Sam: ah still don't get it!
Betsy: he was referring to you and your trailer park brother!!
Sam: well…that ain't very nice…
Remy: for yo' information, I have never lived in a trailer park… *mumbles* for more dan a month
Bishop: stop it! We can't keep fighting amongst ourselves!! We need to get those rednecks out, so we can all go home!!
Remy: hey! S' bad enough you all t'ink we're rednecks but ya don' gotta get rid of us!
Sam: yeah we need a place ta stay too!
Bishop: not you! The other rednecks!
Remy and sam: ooohhhhh….
Bishop: any ideas?
Betsy: strippers?
Sam: that would only work for a couple weeks tops…
Remy: fake tresure map?
Betsy: too much work…
Warren: AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!! REDNECKS!! RENECKS EVERYWHERE!! AAAAHHHHH!!! OH GOD THERE IN MY HAIR!!!
Betsy: remember the last time he did that?
Bishop: if I'm not mistaken it was when….
Remy: I t'ink we done got ourselves a plan!
Sam: yeah…yeah that just might work!
Warren: GET THEM OFF!!!! GET THEM OFF!!!!
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jean ( on phone): so you got a plan? What is it?…wow! that's brilliant!…yeah I think it'll work…sure….okay….of coarse….alright, good luck! Bye!
*hangs up*
wolvie: what's this I hear about a plan?
Hank: a plan?!
*small crowd gathers*
jean: I just got off the phone with them there going to…*wisper*
(hotel)
bishop: okay, remy you're the distraction. Keep them busy for awile.
Remy: I'll try, but dere aren't many shiny t'ings in a place like dis…
Bishop: do what you can. Me and sam will make the calls. Warren and betsy can make the arrangements. Okay, go!
*x-men scatter*
(the hotel phone)
sam ( on phone): yeah…if'n ya'll could come on down that would be great…well sure ah'll talk ta emma about it…yeah you go on and get her…hi emma, it's sam, paige's brother…yeah we need ta borrow one of yo' students for a mission…I'll let ya'll talk ta bishop about that…
( the hotel living room)
remy: hey what's dat ya'll watchin'?
billy-ray: well we was jus' watchin NasCar
billy-joe: yeah, d'you know that jeff gordon's getting a divorce?
Remy: NO! yo' kiddin!
Billy-joe: nope. Ah saw it on the T.V. last night.
Remy: wow. Who's racin'?
Billy-ray: well see for yo' self, there jus' about ta show it.
Billy-joe: d'ya know what's on aftah this?
Billy-ray: ah think the T.V. guide says WWF is on.
Remy: WWF?! What station is dis?! D'we get dis at de mansion?
(the hotel bathroom)
betsy: well if we have to go out, I'm having a shower.
Warren: alright but you better make it quick, we have to be at the airport soon…
Betsy: agreed.
(hotel phone)
bishop: yeah….great, we'll pick her up at five…yeah, it's horrible! Hopefully it'll be over soon…yes, thanks again, emma.
*hangs up*
sam: do we need ta make that second call?
Bishop: should we?
Sam: let's see how remy's doin' then decide.
Bishop: good.
*slowly move into the living room*
remy: YEAH!! GO GOGGOGOGOGOGOGOGO!!!!!
Billy-ray: yeeeeeee-haww!!!
Billy-joe: whoooooo! That was a close one!!!
Remy: I haven't watched NasCar in weeks!! Dis is great!
Sam: NasCars on?!!
Billy-joe: sorry sam ya'll just missed it. Wrestlin's on next if'n ya'll wanna watch that.
Sam: do ah??!!
*sam sits with remy and the rednecks*
bishop: I think I'm going to go make that second call…
(hotel bathroom)
betsy: warren? Have you seen the conditioner?
Warren: sorry betts, I think the rednecks got it.
Betsy: damn!
(hotel phone)
bishop (on the phone) : hi kyle…yes it's bishop…would you?…thanks…hi….yeah it's good to hear from you too…listen I got a bit of a situation here, and I need your help…
(hotel bathroom)
betsy: warren? Where are the towels??
Warren: rednecks got them in their cooler, I think.
Betsy: what about the hairdryer?
Warren: gambit got that.
Betsy: well what am I supposed to dry off with then?!!
Warren: toilet paper?
Betsy: what!!!!!! Absolutely not!! Give me one of your shirts!!
(hotel living room)
Sam: kill him, rock!!!
Remy: RVD!! RVD!!!
Billy-ray: whooooo! Look at them hardy boyz fly!!
*slight noise from outside*
*silence*
billy-joe: turn that there T.V. down a minute cousin sam….
*T.V. gets turned down*
remy: is dat what I t'ink it is?
Billy-joe: could be…
*listening*
*a couple more slight almost inaudible noises*
sam: *gasp* ah think it is!!
*rednecks (and sam and remy) run out the door*
billy-ray: is it?
Sam: YES!
(on the hotel phone)
bishop: what's that….oh, that's the rednecks…yeah some unfortunate person from room sevice left their tray out in the hall….yeah they are picking it clean…I don't know…I'll ask them…(taling to rednecks) hey! What are you guys going to do with 180 shower caps??
Billy-joe: Christmas presents…
Bishop: (phone) did you hear that…yeah you better come down here…okay see you soon.
*hangs up*
*rednecks start walking back in the hotel*
sam: what did ya'll get?
Remy: I got afew o' dose mints and a shower curtain…
Billy-joe: ah got some paper towels..
Billy-ray: ah got a bath robe…
Billy-joe: how bout you sam?
Sam: ah got some towels and afew dishes…
Remy: wow, sam. Ya'll really cleaned up!
Betsy: warren, lets go…now.
Warren: can't sleep…redneck's will get me….
Bishop: take me with you!!!
Betsy: sorry, bishop. Someone has to guard the rednecks. Come warren!
*warren and betsy leave*
(at the mansion)
hank: it's almost time.
Scott: I hope this works…
(at the airport)
warren: there she is!
Betsy: OVER HERE!!
*mystery guest #1 walks over to warren and betsy*
warren: hey! Good to see you again! How's things at the school?
Betsy: we don't have time for small talk, we got a grousom mission ahead of us, are you sure your ready?
*nodds*
betsy: good. We just have to wait, for our other guest to arrive and we're off.
*silence*
betsy: so how have things been at the school?
Jubilee: wow, it's been, like, okay, but there's this one guy, Everett, and he's like sooooooo cute….
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will this brilliant plan work? Who is the next mystery guest? Will remy and sam ever be reunited with with the rest of their trailer park brothers?
Credit goes to lynne for suggesting jubilee as mystery guest #1. great suggestion. If anyone else want's to suggest a mystery guest feel free.
I should also mention that towenden suggested shattestar. I would have wrote him in, but I know nothing about him. Sorry.
And 10,000 invisible canadian dollars goes to whoever can guess who our next mystery guest is. I'm betting no one'll get it.
Now you know the drill, I get my magical nimber of reviews and you get the next chapter. Good? Good.