Logan sat in the passenger seat of an old sedan outside Bayville High,
waiting for Kitty to come out so they could begin their next driver's
lesson. He had decided to play it smart and had gotten this car from a
junkyard- no sense in having Kitty tear up any more of the Institute's
vehicles. He steeled himself as Kitty walked out of the school and opened
the driver's door.
"Hi, Mr. Logan!" she said.
Logan shuddered. That voice of hers when she got excited always made him cringe. To him, it was worse than the sound of fingernails on a chalkboard.
"Ok, Kitty" he said. "This lesson's simple. Traffic's light so we won't need to take any detours. Just drive us home, nice and easy. And NO PHASING!!!" he finished.
"Jeez, ok!" said Kitty, rolling her eyes. "You take all the fun out of driving!"
"I don't find near-death experiences to be fun," said Logan. Kitty started the car and, to Logan's relief, gently rolled out of the Bayville parking lot.
"See, I'm not such a bad driver," said Kitty. "It's been 5 whole minutes and I haven't hit any- Hey! Watch it, bonehead!" she yelled as another car cut her off.
"Relax, Kitty!" said Logan. "Ya know, you really need to work on your temper when you're behind the wheel,"
"I do NOT have a temper!" shouted Kitty back, narrowly missing a school bus as it changed lanes.
Logan decided not to argue any more. "Whatever you say," he said. "Turn left here, I wanna go through downtown,"
Kitty turned the corner and managed not to jump the curb. Logan sighed in relief; this lesson was actually going well for once. Maybe this is my lucky day, he thought. Suddenly, he heard a whine of sirens from behind him and, looking in the rear-view mirror, saw a blue sports car rapidly closing from behind, pursued closely by a trio of police cars. Or maybe not, he finished his thought.
"I didn't do anything!" said Kitty nervously.
"Just pull out of their way," said Logan. "I don't think they're after us,"
"Why do you say that?" asked Kitty just as the sports car flew by them.
"That's why," said Logan, gesturing at the car.
"Hey, let's follow them!" said Kitty. "Maybe we can help them out!"
"Kitty, no! Let the cops handle it!" Logan shouted, but Kitty had already floored the accelerator, and he was now just a passenger on another one of Kitty's wild rides.
Kitty followed closely behind the police cars as they chased the sports car. They flew through the streets of Bayville. Kitty pulled ahead of the police and got alongside the sports car long enough to glance over at the driver. She saw that the driver was wearing a helmet and some kind of suit. "Why's he wearing a helmet?" she wondered to herself. Suddenly, the driver of the sports car veered left down a narrow alley, too fast for Kitty to react. The cops turned down the alley after the sports car, leaving Kitty and Logan alone by themselves.
"Ok, enough fun. Let's go home," Logan insisted.
"Wait a minute, I know a shortcut! We can catch up to him!" said Kitty and hit the gas, the whine of the engine drowning out Logan's protests.
Up in the sky, a helicopter had been watching the action below. A camera rigged up on one of the landing struts had captured the events. Inside the helicopter, two men sat holding copies of a script for an action movie. One of the men pulled off his headphones and turned to the other. "Who was driving that other car down there? That's not supposed to be in the script!"
The second man, the film's director, took off his own headphones. "I know, but whoever it is was doing some good driving down there. Let's just watch and see what happens," In truth, the director was glad for this new development. He hadn't been entirely happy with his current stuntman, Gordon Crane, who had been complaining about some of the more dangerous stunts that the film called for. Perhaps this new person would make a suitable replacement.
Kitty power-slid the car around a corner and onto a side street, slamming Logan up against the passenger door. "No amount of beer is worth this!" he thought to himself. "Look out!" he cried as Kitty swerved through traffic, slamming into a row of garbage cans and spilling their contents into the street.
"Oops, sorry," she said, and then cut the car hard to the right, veering across two lanes of traffic. "Look, there he is!" she cried as she caught sight of the sports car again. She swung in behind him and clung tightly to his bumper. The driver of the car veered left and right, but was unable to shake Kitty off his tail. Kitty pulled up along side of him, and the driver of the car slammed his car into hers. Kitty tried to pull away, but their fenders had gotten locked together. Logan looked ahead to see a car trailer parked at a stoplight, its ramp lowered down onto the street.
"I hope you see that!" Logan shouted.
Kitty struggled with the steering wheel, but could not break free from the other car as they drew closer and closer to the ramp. At the last second, both drivers managed to break free of each other. The driver of the sports car spun out and crashed into a mailbox, sending letters flying everywhere. Kitty screamed as her car drove up the ramp of the car carrier and launched into space. The car did a complete barrel-roll in mid air and landed in the middle of an intersection about 100 feet away. Kitty jerked the wheel hard left and the car spun around in a complete circle and came to rest on the sidewalk.
"Woo-hoo!" Kitty yelled as she climbed out of the car. "Did you see that?"
Logan fought back a violent wave of nausea and staggered out of the car. "That's it! No more driving for you, ever! I don't care if Chuck takes away all my beer! This is pure torture!"
His rant was interrupted by the sound of spinning blades. He looked up to see the movie helicopter land in the street and saw two men hop out. "Great. Now what?" he muttered.
The film director walked up to Kitty and Logan. "Which one of you just did that?" he asked.
"Um, I did," Kitty said sheepishly.
The director was flabbergasted. "Young lady, that was some of the best driving I've seen in my life!"
"You've got to be kidding me!" Logan shouted. "She nearly got us killed!"
"Can somebody PLEASE tell me what just happened?" asked a newcomer. Everybody turned to see the driver of the blue sports car running up, holding his helmet in his hand. "This was supposed to be just the cops chasing me, not her!" he yelled furiously.
"Can it, Gordon," said the director, and then turned back to Kitty. "Young lady, how'd you like to work as a stunt driver for my movie? I'll pay you $5000,"
"Are you serious? I'd love to!" said Kitty.
"What?" Logan and Gordon yelled at the same time, unable to believe their ears. The stunt driver recovered first.
"Howard, you can't just ask some little KID to stunt drive! There's no way she'd be able to do half the stuff you're asking for!" he shouted.
"Gordon, I know talent when I see it, and right now I'm looking at somebody who isn't afraid to drive a car. You're fired!"
Gordon was incredulous. "You can't fire me! I have a contract!"
"And I've just renegotiated it. Take a hike!" shouted the director.
Gordon glared at the director. "You haven't seen the last of me," he threatened, and stalked off.
Logan spoke to the director. "Listen, bub, I don't think this is such a good idea asking her to stunt drive for you. You don't know what you're getting into,"
"Nonsense, she's a natural!" said the director. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name,"
"Logan," he said. "I'm her," he was going to say "driving instructor", but Kitty cut him off. "He's my agent!" she said.
Logan rolled his eyes, annoyed at becoming embroiled in Kitty's little scheme.
"Excellent," said the director. "Howard Foster, film director," he said, and shook Logan's hand vigorously.
Logan decided to make one last-ditch effort to ward off the destruction that was sure to come of all of this. "You should REALLY get somebody else for this. She doesn't even have her driver's license yet,"
"Oh, don't be ridiculous!" Foster said dismissively. "What's the worst that could happen?" he said. Then he turned back to Kitty. "Let's go talk about the script," he said, taking her arm, and they walked off to Foster's trailer.
Believe me, you DON'T wanna know, thought Logan to himself as he pulled out his cell phone to call up Xavier and inform him of the latest turn in Kitty's driving escapades. Chuck was just gonna LOVE this.
Next time: News of Kitty's new job spreads through the mansion, and Gordon tries to get some revenge with the help of a fiery ally.
"Hi, Mr. Logan!" she said.
Logan shuddered. That voice of hers when she got excited always made him cringe. To him, it was worse than the sound of fingernails on a chalkboard.
"Ok, Kitty" he said. "This lesson's simple. Traffic's light so we won't need to take any detours. Just drive us home, nice and easy. And NO PHASING!!!" he finished.
"Jeez, ok!" said Kitty, rolling her eyes. "You take all the fun out of driving!"
"I don't find near-death experiences to be fun," said Logan. Kitty started the car and, to Logan's relief, gently rolled out of the Bayville parking lot.
"See, I'm not such a bad driver," said Kitty. "It's been 5 whole minutes and I haven't hit any- Hey! Watch it, bonehead!" she yelled as another car cut her off.
"Relax, Kitty!" said Logan. "Ya know, you really need to work on your temper when you're behind the wheel,"
"I do NOT have a temper!" shouted Kitty back, narrowly missing a school bus as it changed lanes.
Logan decided not to argue any more. "Whatever you say," he said. "Turn left here, I wanna go through downtown,"
Kitty turned the corner and managed not to jump the curb. Logan sighed in relief; this lesson was actually going well for once. Maybe this is my lucky day, he thought. Suddenly, he heard a whine of sirens from behind him and, looking in the rear-view mirror, saw a blue sports car rapidly closing from behind, pursued closely by a trio of police cars. Or maybe not, he finished his thought.
"I didn't do anything!" said Kitty nervously.
"Just pull out of their way," said Logan. "I don't think they're after us,"
"Why do you say that?" asked Kitty just as the sports car flew by them.
"That's why," said Logan, gesturing at the car.
"Hey, let's follow them!" said Kitty. "Maybe we can help them out!"
"Kitty, no! Let the cops handle it!" Logan shouted, but Kitty had already floored the accelerator, and he was now just a passenger on another one of Kitty's wild rides.
Kitty followed closely behind the police cars as they chased the sports car. They flew through the streets of Bayville. Kitty pulled ahead of the police and got alongside the sports car long enough to glance over at the driver. She saw that the driver was wearing a helmet and some kind of suit. "Why's he wearing a helmet?" she wondered to herself. Suddenly, the driver of the sports car veered left down a narrow alley, too fast for Kitty to react. The cops turned down the alley after the sports car, leaving Kitty and Logan alone by themselves.
"Ok, enough fun. Let's go home," Logan insisted.
"Wait a minute, I know a shortcut! We can catch up to him!" said Kitty and hit the gas, the whine of the engine drowning out Logan's protests.
Up in the sky, a helicopter had been watching the action below. A camera rigged up on one of the landing struts had captured the events. Inside the helicopter, two men sat holding copies of a script for an action movie. One of the men pulled off his headphones and turned to the other. "Who was driving that other car down there? That's not supposed to be in the script!"
The second man, the film's director, took off his own headphones. "I know, but whoever it is was doing some good driving down there. Let's just watch and see what happens," In truth, the director was glad for this new development. He hadn't been entirely happy with his current stuntman, Gordon Crane, who had been complaining about some of the more dangerous stunts that the film called for. Perhaps this new person would make a suitable replacement.
Kitty power-slid the car around a corner and onto a side street, slamming Logan up against the passenger door. "No amount of beer is worth this!" he thought to himself. "Look out!" he cried as Kitty swerved through traffic, slamming into a row of garbage cans and spilling their contents into the street.
"Oops, sorry," she said, and then cut the car hard to the right, veering across two lanes of traffic. "Look, there he is!" she cried as she caught sight of the sports car again. She swung in behind him and clung tightly to his bumper. The driver of the car veered left and right, but was unable to shake Kitty off his tail. Kitty pulled up along side of him, and the driver of the car slammed his car into hers. Kitty tried to pull away, but their fenders had gotten locked together. Logan looked ahead to see a car trailer parked at a stoplight, its ramp lowered down onto the street.
"I hope you see that!" Logan shouted.
Kitty struggled with the steering wheel, but could not break free from the other car as they drew closer and closer to the ramp. At the last second, both drivers managed to break free of each other. The driver of the sports car spun out and crashed into a mailbox, sending letters flying everywhere. Kitty screamed as her car drove up the ramp of the car carrier and launched into space. The car did a complete barrel-roll in mid air and landed in the middle of an intersection about 100 feet away. Kitty jerked the wheel hard left and the car spun around in a complete circle and came to rest on the sidewalk.
"Woo-hoo!" Kitty yelled as she climbed out of the car. "Did you see that?"
Logan fought back a violent wave of nausea and staggered out of the car. "That's it! No more driving for you, ever! I don't care if Chuck takes away all my beer! This is pure torture!"
His rant was interrupted by the sound of spinning blades. He looked up to see the movie helicopter land in the street and saw two men hop out. "Great. Now what?" he muttered.
The film director walked up to Kitty and Logan. "Which one of you just did that?" he asked.
"Um, I did," Kitty said sheepishly.
The director was flabbergasted. "Young lady, that was some of the best driving I've seen in my life!"
"You've got to be kidding me!" Logan shouted. "She nearly got us killed!"
"Can somebody PLEASE tell me what just happened?" asked a newcomer. Everybody turned to see the driver of the blue sports car running up, holding his helmet in his hand. "This was supposed to be just the cops chasing me, not her!" he yelled furiously.
"Can it, Gordon," said the director, and then turned back to Kitty. "Young lady, how'd you like to work as a stunt driver for my movie? I'll pay you $5000,"
"Are you serious? I'd love to!" said Kitty.
"What?" Logan and Gordon yelled at the same time, unable to believe their ears. The stunt driver recovered first.
"Howard, you can't just ask some little KID to stunt drive! There's no way she'd be able to do half the stuff you're asking for!" he shouted.
"Gordon, I know talent when I see it, and right now I'm looking at somebody who isn't afraid to drive a car. You're fired!"
Gordon was incredulous. "You can't fire me! I have a contract!"
"And I've just renegotiated it. Take a hike!" shouted the director.
Gordon glared at the director. "You haven't seen the last of me," he threatened, and stalked off.
Logan spoke to the director. "Listen, bub, I don't think this is such a good idea asking her to stunt drive for you. You don't know what you're getting into,"
"Nonsense, she's a natural!" said the director. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name,"
"Logan," he said. "I'm her," he was going to say "driving instructor", but Kitty cut him off. "He's my agent!" she said.
Logan rolled his eyes, annoyed at becoming embroiled in Kitty's little scheme.
"Excellent," said the director. "Howard Foster, film director," he said, and shook Logan's hand vigorously.
Logan decided to make one last-ditch effort to ward off the destruction that was sure to come of all of this. "You should REALLY get somebody else for this. She doesn't even have her driver's license yet,"
"Oh, don't be ridiculous!" Foster said dismissively. "What's the worst that could happen?" he said. Then he turned back to Kitty. "Let's go talk about the script," he said, taking her arm, and they walked off to Foster's trailer.
Believe me, you DON'T wanna know, thought Logan to himself as he pulled out his cell phone to call up Xavier and inform him of the latest turn in Kitty's driving escapades. Chuck was just gonna LOVE this.
Next time: News of Kitty's new job spreads through the mansion, and Gordon tries to get some revenge with the help of a fiery ally.