Chapter Four- The Race
Remy and Bobby were standing over the rows of shopping carts outside of the large grocery store. Both appeared to be deep in thought.
"So, which one do you want?" Bobby asked pulling one out for himself.
"Hmmmm, Gambit will take. . . dis one!" Remy pulled out another one, grinning happily to himself. "c'mon, let's go t' de start line." He began to push his shopping cart over to a wide aisle inside the store.
"Right behind ya."
They carrfully lined up the carts so they were even and then looked up the aisle to see if anyone was there.
"Alright. Ready. . . Set. . . GO!!!!" Bobby yelled and pushed the shopping cart down the aisle, Remy right behind him. Once they had got up enough speed they jumped on their carts and held on as they sped down the aisle."WHOOOO-YAH! AND IT'S THE ICE ARROW PULLING AHEAD, WHILE GATOR BAIT TRAILS BEHIND!!!"
"GATOR BAIT??!!" Remy growled form behind him. "We'll see who wins dis," he whispered to himself as he pulled up beside Bobby.
"AND THERE NECK AND NECK, ONLY SECONDS FROM THE FINISH LINE!!! A HUSH FALLS OVER THE CROWD AS THEY HOLD THEIR BREATH IN ANTICIPATION!! Hey, wait a minute. What the heck is that in Gator Baits hand?? Oh my. . ." Gambit grinned an evil grin at Bobby as he threw the cucumber he had grabbed from the shelf next to him in front of the wheel of Bobby's cart. "AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Bobby screamed as the wheel hit the cucumber, flipping it over and sending Bobby flying through the air to crash into a shelf full of vegtables.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!! DAT"S WHAT YOU GET FOR CALLING ME GATOR BAIT!!" Remy called back over his shoulder and raced over the finish line. He turned back to look in front of him.". . . Oh, merde," he whispered a split second before he smashed into the cheese shelf. Their was another fantastic crash and Remy slumped to the floor covered in cheese and half under his cart. "Ow."
"Hehehe," Bobby couldn't help giggling as he walked over and helped Remy up.
"Shut up, Drake." After Remy got up from under all the cheese they both looked around at the mess they had made. Several people had gathered around the two to see what was going on. "Um, maybe we should get out of here."
"Good idea." They started walking slowly to the exit, acting as if nothing had happened.
"HEY! YOU TWO STOP RIGHT THERE!!" They turned to see a security guard running up behind them.
"Crap! Run!" Bobby squeeked. They tore off down the hall and managed to lose the guard in the crowd.
"Hey look Wolvie. A hair salon. Let's go get our hair styled." Jubilee bounced up and down excitedly while pointing at the salon.
"Excuse me?" Wolverine asked certain he must have heard her wrong.
"We can get our hair cut and styled, maybe have our nails done, ooh we *have* to get facials." She began dragging him into the salon.
"Uh, darlin', what's all this *we* stuff?" He put his feet down and refused to budge as she tuged on his arm.
"Well, I don't want to go alone, it's not as much fun without a friend and no one else is around but you. Besides you could use a new hair style-"
"I like my hair the way it is."
"-And have you *seen* your nails? Maybe we could dye your hair a different color. Add some streaks maybe? Your healing factor would just make it grow back the way it was anyway, so if you didn't like it it wouldn't matter."
"NO! No way." She gave him her puppy dog eyes. "No."
"Hmmmm, what if I promise that we can leave right after and I won't ask you to take me shopping agian for a whole month?" she bargained.
"Uhhh, well. . . "
"Pleeaaasssseeeeee." She gave him her most pathetic look possible.
"Fine. But we leave right after and no one is dying my hair. Got it?"
"Yup, no problem." She bounced off into the store. "Like, hey there. Wolvie, here, wants a new haircut," she said to one of the employee's. Logan rolled his eyes.
"Why of course, sir. Please have a seat and tell me what you would like." Logan sat down in one of the many chairs and the woman draped a cape over him to keep the hair off.
"What I'd like is to get the flamin' hell outta here," Wolverine grumbled to himself.
"Don't mind him," Jubilee said. She looked Wolverine over critically. "Let's see, maybe we should cut it shorter, hmmmmm, oh I know-" She leaned over to the woman and began whispering into her ear. Wolverine prayed that whatever she did to him would be worth it to get out of here.
Bobby looked at Remy oddly as he sniffed at the air again. "What are you doing?"
"We're near de food court and I'm hungry. Come on, Drake." They walked over to the food court and slowly made their way through the crowds of people. They headed to a snack bar. "What're you gettin'?" Remy asked scanning over the menu.
"Mmmmm, rice krispies." Bobby quickly stepped forward and made his order. Remy simply ordered a roast beer sandwich. After wandering around for awhile they found an empty table and sat down to eat. There was a few moments of silence, Bobby staring at the rice krispies.
"Bobby?" Bobby snapped out of his trance like state and looked up at Remy.
"Hmm?"
"Are y' goin' t' eat dose?"
"Not yet."
"Why?"
"I always let my rice krispies have a last word before I eat them."
"Oh, kay." There was a few more moments of silence as Remy finished his sandwhich.
"THAT"S IT I AM SICK OF YOU RICE KRISPIES INSULTING ME!!!!" Remy started and looked up just in time to see Bobby freeze the rice krispies and table shattering them both.
"Merde! Y' got t' quit doin' dat!" Remy said as he jumped up and glared at Bobby. Bobby sat there staring at the mess.
"Heh, oops."
"Grrrrr, lets's get out of here." They walked quickly out of the food court, ignoring the stares and whispers from the other people around them.
"I think the sugar is wearing off." Bobby dug around in his pockets for a moment. "Here have some more Pixie Stix." He shoved a few into Remy's hands.
"How many of dese did you buy?"
Bobby shrugged. "I just grabbed a couple of handfulls." Remy looked at him and then shrugged, quickly polishing off the Pixie Stix that Bobby had handed him.
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Remy and Bobby were standing over the rows of shopping carts outside of the large grocery store. Both appeared to be deep in thought.
"So, which one do you want?" Bobby asked pulling one out for himself.
"Hmmmm, Gambit will take. . . dis one!" Remy pulled out another one, grinning happily to himself. "c'mon, let's go t' de start line." He began to push his shopping cart over to a wide aisle inside the store.
"Right behind ya."
They carrfully lined up the carts so they were even and then looked up the aisle to see if anyone was there.
"Alright. Ready. . . Set. . . GO!!!!" Bobby yelled and pushed the shopping cart down the aisle, Remy right behind him. Once they had got up enough speed they jumped on their carts and held on as they sped down the aisle."WHOOOO-YAH! AND IT'S THE ICE ARROW PULLING AHEAD, WHILE GATOR BAIT TRAILS BEHIND!!!"
"GATOR BAIT??!!" Remy growled form behind him. "We'll see who wins dis," he whispered to himself as he pulled up beside Bobby.
"AND THERE NECK AND NECK, ONLY SECONDS FROM THE FINISH LINE!!! A HUSH FALLS OVER THE CROWD AS THEY HOLD THEIR BREATH IN ANTICIPATION!! Hey, wait a minute. What the heck is that in Gator Baits hand?? Oh my. . ." Gambit grinned an evil grin at Bobby as he threw the cucumber he had grabbed from the shelf next to him in front of the wheel of Bobby's cart. "AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Bobby screamed as the wheel hit the cucumber, flipping it over and sending Bobby flying through the air to crash into a shelf full of vegtables.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!! DAT"S WHAT YOU GET FOR CALLING ME GATOR BAIT!!" Remy called back over his shoulder and raced over the finish line. He turned back to look in front of him.". . . Oh, merde," he whispered a split second before he smashed into the cheese shelf. Their was another fantastic crash and Remy slumped to the floor covered in cheese and half under his cart. "Ow."
"Hehehe," Bobby couldn't help giggling as he walked over and helped Remy up.
"Shut up, Drake." After Remy got up from under all the cheese they both looked around at the mess they had made. Several people had gathered around the two to see what was going on. "Um, maybe we should get out of here."
"Good idea." They started walking slowly to the exit, acting as if nothing had happened.
"HEY! YOU TWO STOP RIGHT THERE!!" They turned to see a security guard running up behind them.
"Crap! Run!" Bobby squeeked. They tore off down the hall and managed to lose the guard in the crowd.
"Hey look Wolvie. A hair salon. Let's go get our hair styled." Jubilee bounced up and down excitedly while pointing at the salon.
"Excuse me?" Wolverine asked certain he must have heard her wrong.
"We can get our hair cut and styled, maybe have our nails done, ooh we *have* to get facials." She began dragging him into the salon.
"Uh, darlin', what's all this *we* stuff?" He put his feet down and refused to budge as she tuged on his arm.
"Well, I don't want to go alone, it's not as much fun without a friend and no one else is around but you. Besides you could use a new hair style-"
"I like my hair the way it is."
"-And have you *seen* your nails? Maybe we could dye your hair a different color. Add some streaks maybe? Your healing factor would just make it grow back the way it was anyway, so if you didn't like it it wouldn't matter."
"NO! No way." She gave him her puppy dog eyes. "No."
"Hmmmm, what if I promise that we can leave right after and I won't ask you to take me shopping agian for a whole month?" she bargained.
"Uhhh, well. . . "
"Pleeaaasssseeeeee." She gave him her most pathetic look possible.
"Fine. But we leave right after and no one is dying my hair. Got it?"
"Yup, no problem." She bounced off into the store. "Like, hey there. Wolvie, here, wants a new haircut," she said to one of the employee's. Logan rolled his eyes.
"Why of course, sir. Please have a seat and tell me what you would like." Logan sat down in one of the many chairs and the woman draped a cape over him to keep the hair off.
"What I'd like is to get the flamin' hell outta here," Wolverine grumbled to himself.
"Don't mind him," Jubilee said. She looked Wolverine over critically. "Let's see, maybe we should cut it shorter, hmmmmm, oh I know-" She leaned over to the woman and began whispering into her ear. Wolverine prayed that whatever she did to him would be worth it to get out of here.
Bobby looked at Remy oddly as he sniffed at the air again. "What are you doing?"
"We're near de food court and I'm hungry. Come on, Drake." They walked over to the food court and slowly made their way through the crowds of people. They headed to a snack bar. "What're you gettin'?" Remy asked scanning over the menu.
"Mmmmm, rice krispies." Bobby quickly stepped forward and made his order. Remy simply ordered a roast beer sandwich. After wandering around for awhile they found an empty table and sat down to eat. There was a few moments of silence, Bobby staring at the rice krispies.
"Bobby?" Bobby snapped out of his trance like state and looked up at Remy.
"Hmm?"
"Are y' goin' t' eat dose?"
"Not yet."
"Why?"
"I always let my rice krispies have a last word before I eat them."
"Oh, kay." There was a few more moments of silence as Remy finished his sandwhich.
"THAT"S IT I AM SICK OF YOU RICE KRISPIES INSULTING ME!!!!" Remy started and looked up just in time to see Bobby freeze the rice krispies and table shattering them both.
"Merde! Y' got t' quit doin' dat!" Remy said as he jumped up and glared at Bobby. Bobby sat there staring at the mess.
"Heh, oops."
"Grrrrr, lets's get out of here." They walked quickly out of the food court, ignoring the stares and whispers from the other people around them.
"I think the sugar is wearing off." Bobby dug around in his pockets for a moment. "Here have some more Pixie Stix." He shoved a few into Remy's hands.
"How many of dese did you buy?"
Bobby shrugged. "I just grabbed a couple of handfulls." Remy looked at him and then shrugged, quickly polishing off the Pixie Stix that Bobby had handed him.
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