A/N: I'm not sure why this took so long to finish, but it did. Maybe because it's so much longer…Without further ado, Wolverine meets Animal.

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            Logan stepped out of the shower, rubbing the towel through his hair, than wrapping it around his body. He wandered out of the bathroom, and into his room. After some rummaging in his dresser, he settled on some jeans and a grungy t-shirt that might have born a logo before Jubilee had hand-painted an evil smiley face, with fangs on it, while they were repainting her room. It was one of Logan's favorite t-shirts, thought he would never admit it to anyone.

            He padded downstairs intent on raiding his secret stash. The house was quiet, and Logan was surprised no one had left the Danger Room yet. He considered going in there, but decided against it. The thought of avoiding a lecture from Scott made that beer look even better.

            His "secret stash" actually consisted of an unused cabinet in the corner of the living room, housing a mini-fridge that only he had the key to. He unlocked the cabinet, and took stock of his inventory. Two beers missing. Remy Lebeau.

            Gambit had yet to be stopped by the lack of the key, but Logan made a mental note to change the lock again. Maybe he should add a nasty surprise this time…

            He grabbed two beers, placing one on the shelf above him for later, and used a single claw to puncture the top of the other. He turned and flicked the mutated top expertly into Scott's favorite chair, knowing it would annoy him. Turing back to the mini-fridge, he took a swig of beer and locked up the cabinet again. He would booby trap it next time.

            His senses alerted him to something. Was that yarn he smelled? Logan turned around, his knees bent, and ready for action. What he wasn't prepared for was the brilliantly colored creature that stood behind him. It opened its wide mouth and screamed.

            "WOLVERINE!!"

Logan nearly lost his composure and clamped his hands over his ears. As it was, his claws instinctively popped out and he took a swipe at the creature. Unfortunately, the wild-haired animal was bouncing around so much out of excitement, that he only managed to clip some tufts of its brilliant red hair. Logan groaned as the red hair began to litter the carpet. Jean was going to have to vacuum again, and she was not going to be happy.

            "Wolverine! Wolverine!" It wouldn't shut up and it wouldn't stand still. He tried to kill it a couple more times anyway.

            "Logan! What are you doing?" asked a voice. Logan froze. He knew that voice. There was no way he could kill the damn thing now. He turned slightly so he could see Scott, while still keeping the majority of his attention on the wild-haired creature.

            Scott Summers stood there, still in his uniform from the Danger Room. Most of the X-men stood behind him, surrounded by the oddest assortment of creatures Logan had ever seen. Well, not counting the Princess Bar in Madripoor.

            "Animal, man. Stop buggin the Wolverine," said a smooth sounding creature wearing shades.

            "Wolverine! Wolverine?" The creature stopped jumping, though it still repeated Wolverine in a half-hearted voice. A small, green frog stepped forward, somehow supporting itself on stilt like legs.

            "Please pardon Animal, Mr. Wolverine. You're his hero, and he was so anxious to meet you," the frog said.

            "Yes, well, I'm anxious for him to meet my claws," Logan growled.

            "Logan," warned Jean.

            "KERMIE!" screamed a voice from across the room. For a second, Logan saw a pig silhouetted in the door, than it was running forward to land in a purple, frilly heap on top of the frog.

            "Everyone meet Miss. Piggy," said the frog in a frazzled voice.

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Next Chapter: Miss Piggy, evil clowns and one very odd cameo.

Review, or how else will I work up the enthusiasm to finish the next chapter? Also, should I let Remy come back, or should we save him from any more insanity?