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Rogue deposited her precious guitar in her room and ran downstairs to meet up with Scott and Ray.
"Ah didn't know the two 'a ya were such good actors," she commented as the trio walked to the garage where Scott kept his convertible.
"Yeah, well, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do," Ray said smugly. Rogue groaned and Scott rolled his eyes.
"Don't even go there," Rogue said.
"I'm just glad we don't have to be in that band," said Scott. "I mean, those three are cool and all, but to be in a band with the three of them in charge is too much." Ray and Rogue nodded in agreement. "But anyway, you up for pizza? I'm paying," Scott started the car as he spoke. The other two hopped in, and the group left the Institute.
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Tabby and Jubilee shivered as they waited for someone to melt the ice that imprisoned them and let them out. Bobby had made the walls and ceiling too thick for cherry bombs or fireworks to do any good.
"H-h-hey," Jubilee's teeth chattered as she tried to get Tabby's attention.
"What?" snapped Tabby. She was in a VERY bad mood, and she would definitely have her revenge on Bobby as soon as she was released from their ice prison.
"Is that Scott's car?" Jubilee pointed through the thick wall of ice to the view outside the window. The ice distorted everything so badly she couldn't be sure.
"I think so. Why?" asked Tabby, now wondering what Scott was up to.
"Somehow, I think that he and Ray and Rogue planned that whole thing," said Jubilee.
"Yeah...." Tabby realized what Jubilee was saying, and suddenly forgot completely about the cold. "Yeah. I mean, I've heard Ray play bass before, and he was pretty good."
"Yeah, Scott too...."
They pondered that fact for a moment, then grinned at each other.
"They are SO gonna get it when they get back...." said Tabby.
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END!
A/N: Did you like it? hate it? not give a rip one way or another? Tell me! I've never been too good at humor, so any opinions/thoughts/comments/prizes would be welcome....
Rogue deposited her precious guitar in her room and ran downstairs to meet up with Scott and Ray.
"Ah didn't know the two 'a ya were such good actors," she commented as the trio walked to the garage where Scott kept his convertible.
"Yeah, well, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do," Ray said smugly. Rogue groaned and Scott rolled his eyes.
"Don't even go there," Rogue said.
"I'm just glad we don't have to be in that band," said Scott. "I mean, those three are cool and all, but to be in a band with the three of them in charge is too much." Ray and Rogue nodded in agreement. "But anyway, you up for pizza? I'm paying," Scott started the car as he spoke. The other two hopped in, and the group left the Institute.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Tabby and Jubilee shivered as they waited for someone to melt the ice that imprisoned them and let them out. Bobby had made the walls and ceiling too thick for cherry bombs or fireworks to do any good.
"H-h-hey," Jubilee's teeth chattered as she tried to get Tabby's attention.
"What?" snapped Tabby. She was in a VERY bad mood, and she would definitely have her revenge on Bobby as soon as she was released from their ice prison.
"Is that Scott's car?" Jubilee pointed through the thick wall of ice to the view outside the window. The ice distorted everything so badly she couldn't be sure.
"I think so. Why?" asked Tabby, now wondering what Scott was up to.
"Somehow, I think that he and Ray and Rogue planned that whole thing," said Jubilee.
"Yeah...." Tabby realized what Jubilee was saying, and suddenly forgot completely about the cold. "Yeah. I mean, I've heard Ray play bass before, and he was pretty good."
"Yeah, Scott too...."
They pondered that fact for a moment, then grinned at each other.
"They are SO gonna get it when they get back...." said Tabby.
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END!
A/N: Did you like it? hate it? not give a rip one way or another? Tell me! I've never been too good at humor, so any opinions/thoughts/comments/prizes would be welcome....