"Oh Kermie. It was awful. This evil clown came and said he was here for the muppets, but I hit him and – WHY WEREN'T YOU THERE TO SAVE ME?!" screamed the pig. She did look a little worse for wear. Her purple dress was badly ripped in places. The frog, Logan observed, was doing a very good job of playing dead. Bobby spoke up from where he had been standing near the door.
"And which evil clown would this be? We seem to know a lot of men who enjoy wearing overly done makeup in strange patterns." Everyone looked at Apocalypse who had been quietly sitting in a corner playing go-fish with the Swedish chef. He noticed their gazes upon him.
"I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT, THOUGH I MUST SAY THAT THE PIG IS RATHER CUTE." Apocalypse winked at Miss. Piggy and walked out of the room. Maybe Cable would be up for some poker…
"Boourgie smmorsh bortumph," said the Swedish chef, and started chopping up a few of the playing cards. (A/N: Well how else did you think I was going to get him in the fic?)
"It's Sinister," said Scott, his voice lowered for dramatic effect. "Who else would attempt such an odd thing?"
"I can think of twelve off the top of my head sugah, but who's countin?"
"Indubitably, oh fearless leader, Rogue has made a cognizant point," said Beast. Scott's face began to turn red.
"It's Sinister okay? It's always Sinister," he insisted.
"Or Magneto," said the fuzzy bear.
"Or the Shiar," said a brown rat.
"Or the Reavers."
"Or…" Scott did not look happy.
"Will this help?" said Miss. Piggy, holding out what appeared to be a business card. "The clown dropped this." A strange blue creature with a pipe like nose, leaned over her shoulder and read it.
"Mr. Sinister Productions?"
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Next chapter: More insanity, and maybe something a bit more Sinister *gets hit on the head for the bad pun*
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