Inside the fortress, Xavier nodded as he heard Scott make his wish. Very
good, Scott, Xavier thought, as the vortex opened inside Magneto's theatre
and expelled all of the X-Men and the new mutants from it, as well as
Pietro and Magneto's acolytes.
"I'm alive!" Kurt said, rejoicing that he was no longer in the Gorge of Eternal Peril. He had suffered horrible, unspeakable things during his brief time there, like having all his fur shaved off with sharp pieces of glass. Fortunately, he had returned completely intact.
"What happened?" asked Bobby. "The last thing I remember was seeing a giant wooden rabbit falling on top of me,"
"Ugh, I feel horrible!" Jamie groaned, clutching at his stomach. "I feel like people have been poking me all over with forks!"
All of the other mutants had similar tales to tell from their time trapped in the Python Dimension. Xavier reassured his students that they were back where they belonged, and then turned to Magneto.
"Well, Eric, I hope you've learned not to tinker with trans-dimensional teleportation from now on," Xavier said. "Next time, you could be the one who winds up in some terrible place,"
"You're right, Charles," Magneto said. "Well, it was good entertaining you, but I think you should be going now," he told the X-Men. "I have an issue to resolve with my son: whether I should kill him, or disown him!"
Pietro gulped nervously at the two equally distasteful choices. "Father, I can explain!" he said, but Magneto heard none of it and started chasing his son around the room.
"Get back here!" Magneto shouted as he chased Pietro around the room. "I'll spank you in ways you won't like!" he roared as Xavier and the X-Men showed themselves out.
X
Scott fell asleep as soon as he sat down in the X-Jet. After less than three seconds he was completely comatose, not having slept for weeks in the other dimension. Jean gently stroked Scott's head, trying to ease his tortured soul. With all he had experienced in the weeks that they were trapped in the Python Dimension, it was a wonder he was anywhere near sane.
As Scott slept, he began to see strange images in his mind. They were quite bizarre, showing people in shops, offices, restaurants, and other situations and locales, discussing and haggling over things like cheese, string, parrots, the selections on the lunch menu, chocolate, and even the price of an argument. He also heard strange songs, such as the lumberjack singing about how he loved his life, and the Australians singing about philosophy and beer. As he slipped deeper into his dream, he could hear bits and pieces of their conversations in his mind.
"Is this the right room for an argument?" a man asked.
"Spam, spam, spam, spam!" sang a pack of Vikings.
"Albatross!" cried a man carrying a vendor's box around his neck with a dead bird in it.
"We done the passion fruit!" protested several soldiers.
"Right, how to defend yourself against a man armed with a banana!" shouted their drill sergeant back at them.
"I'm a lumberjack and I'm ok!" sang a man in a flannel shirt and suspenders.
"Immanuel Kant was a real pissant who was very rarely stable!" sang the Australians.
"There's another dead bishop on the landing!" a housewife complained.
"Do you have Grate Expectations by Charles Dikkens?" asked a man to a bookstore clerk.
Scott realized that he was seeing residual images from the Python Dimension. Some how, it still had a hold on his mind! The voices began to flow faster and faster, growing more hectic and more jumbled together, turning into one chaotic mass of sound and noise.
"It's Simpson's Emperor Stringettes!"
"Number four, Crunchy Frog!
"Is your wife a goer, eh?"
"Not much call for cheddar? It's only the most popular cheese in the world!"
TitanTheNoveltyNuclearMissileAnthraxRippleHeyVanceNeverBeRudeToAnArabBloodyV ikingsSpamSpamSpamSpamThisParrotIsNoMoreSitOnMyFaceIWearHighHeelsSuspendersA ndABraTheOneInTheBracesHeDoneItI'mNotTheMessaiahOhBloodyHellTatooedOnTheBack OfTheNeckIt'sAnOcarinaSirIt'sJustThatThereAreTwentyEightOfThemWhichBushIsHeB ehindNowNiI'dLikeToComplainAboutThisParrotWhatCatDetectorVanI'mTheUrbanSpace manNotTheDativeNotTheDativeWhenYouBiteIntoItStainlessSteelBoltsSpringOutAndP lungeStraightThroughBothCheeksThisParrotWouldn'tVoomIfYouPutFourMillionVolts ThroughItTheExpurgatedVersionMyNipplesExplodeWithDelightSocratesHimselfWasPe rmanentlyPissedWeThinkThatYourAmericanBeerIsLikeMakingLoveInACanoeNiI'mSorry MyWalkHasBecomeRatherSillyLatelyIfWeTookTheBonesOutItWouldn'tBeCrunchyICould BeArguingOnMySpareTimeOrEvenFarlesWickensWithFourM'sAndASilentQDon'tTalkToTh eAudienceNudgeNudgeWinkWinkSayNoMoreYouCan'tReadYouHaveBeautifulThighsWhatIn God'sNameInspiredYouToPaintThisWithThreeChristsInItIJustPaidNoYouDidn'tShutU pIt'sBloodySeaBirdFlavorRightMoanMoanMoanNiThat'sAnOffensiveWeaponThatIsTheL oonyDetectorVanYouMeanCockroachClusterThisIsAnExParrotParrotParrotParrot!
With the word 'Parrot' echoing over and over in his mind, Scott wrapped his arms around his head and screamed in mortal terror as the swirling images and sounds closed in on him. Suddenly, he woke up, gasping for breath and dripping wet in sweat.
As Scott slowly regained consciousness, he realized that he was back at the Institute, in the locker room that was adjacent to the Danger Room. He groaned as he rubbed his head, trying to dislodge all the horrible scenes from his mind.
"Scott, are you all right?"
Scott looked at where the voice had come from and saw Kurt standing over him. His memories of reemerging in Magneto's tower and seeing his fellow X- Men alive and in one piece were gone from his mind, driven out by the horrible stream of gibberish still bubbling in his head.
"Kurt! You're alive!" Scott said, clutching his friend tightly as if Kurt were an anchor of sanity.
"Of course I'm alive!" Kurt said, pushing Scott away slightly. "Why wouldn't I be?"
Scott looked at him, confused. "But you were cast into the Gorge of Eternal Peril!" he said. "I saw you!"
"Gorge of Eternal Peril?" Kurt asked. "Where's that?"
"In the Python Dimension! Don't you remember any of it?" Scott asked.
"Python Dimension?" Kurt asked, starting to unzip his uniform. "What are you talking about? We just got back from the mission! What's wrong with you?"
"I don't know," Scott said, not sure how he would be able to explain everything he had been through. He supposed whatever had happened was only affecting his mind, and decided to find out what all he was missing. "Look, how did the mission go, anyway?" he asked, following Kurt's lead and pulling down the zipper on the back of his own suit.
"Oh, same old, same old," Kurt said. "Once again, the world is safe for mutants thanks to us," He pulled his uniform off, revealing a sequined corset, garter belt, panties, and nylon stockings underneath.
Scott pulled off his own uniform top. "Glad to. Kurt!" Scott shouted, noticing his friend's attire. "What are you doing wearing that?" he asked.
"What?" Kurt asked nonchalantly.
"THAT!" Scott said, pointing at Kurt madly, as if he had seen a ghost. "Where are your normal clothes?!"
"What, this? I've always worn this. These are my normal clothes," Kurt said, as if he had been born wearing the strange getup.
"But. but you look ridiculous!" Scott protested,
"Look who's talking, fearless leader!" Kurt said with a laugh. "You took the red one, remember?" He pointed at Scott's reflection in one of the locker room's mirrors.
Scott caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, and went slack-jawed. He was wearing a similar ensemble beneath his uniform, except that his corset, garter, and panties were red as opposed to Kurt's black sequin-lined ones.
"What. what am I." Scott babbled inanely. Kurt looked at him and shook his head. Fearless leader has clearly flipped his visor, he thought.
"Come on, Scott, that amnesia routine might still work on Jean, but I'm not falling for it again," Kurt said, smoothing out a wrinkle in one of his stockings. "I'll see you later, hopefully when you've got your head on straight,"
Kurt walked over to his locker, opened it, and pulled out a leather miniskirt and a pair of heels. He wrapped the skirt around his waist and adjusted it so it hung just over his knees, slid the heels onto his feet and stood up, the heels making him taller than Scott was. Kurt walked out of the changing room with his tail swishing under his skirt, planning on finding Amanda and convincing her to take a new set of vows, preferably ones that ended in 'I do'.
X
Scott was left alone in the changing room, still gawking at Kurt's appearance, not to mention the underclothes that were now on his own body. He ran a hand across the corset and cringed at how soft and utterly feminine it felt.
"This can't be happening!" he said, his mind still in denial of what it was seeing. "I can't be, this isn't."
Logan walked by as Scott continued to look in the mirror. "Hey, Scott," he said. "Glad to see you're up and about. Magneto's secret weapon looked like it hit you pretty hard,"
Scott watched Logan pull off his uniform. Like Kurt, Logan was dressed in the same costume underneath, only his was all black leather. Logan patted Scott on the shoulder, then put on his own skirt and heels and walked out of the changing room, gliding effortlessly across the floor in his heels.
I did not just see that, Scott took another look at his reflection. I've got to still be dreaming, or something. There's no way that the Grail could have made this happen, could it?
X
"Actually, Scott, the Grail did make this happen," came a voice. Scott nearly jumped through the ceiling in surprise, and then turned around to see Xavier, sitting in his wheelchair. Xavier had clearly read his mind.
"Professor! You know I hate it when you do that" Scott shouted, protesting at the mental invasion. Then he saw Xavier wearing a corset of his own in the framed apparatus "Not you too!" he said, convinced that the whole universe was conspiring to drive him insane.
"I did not need to read your mind to tell what you were thinking, Scott," Xavier said. "But it's not all bad. This is the only thing that seems to have changed,"
"No! I don't believe this!" Scott said, rushing to his locker, certain that the normal clothes that he had had on earlier would be there.
A quick check of his locker revealed not the clothes he had remembered wearing earlier that day, but extra sets of garters and corsets. All of his jeans, sweaters, etc. had totally vanished, as if they had never existed.
"I don't understand!" Scott said despairingly. "I thought my wish was perfect. What went wrong?"
"Who knows?" Xavier said. "In such a chaotic dimension, there must be an infinite improbability that some part of your wish must have gotten twisted around. An inflection, an accent, anything could have done it,"
"Funny, I don't remember wishing to be dressed like a Victoria's Secret model," Scott said, feeling his masculinity slipping farther and farther away.
"Scott, you should learn to be more appreciative of the way things are," Xavier said. "After all, it's not like you have a tail like Kurt's. Be thankful that your wish only caused this one slight change," he said, and wheeled out of the locker room, leaving Scott by himself.
X
Glumly, Scott sat down on one of the benches and tried to figure out what had gone wrong when he made his wish.
"I said 'I wish we could have stopped Magneto from sending us to this horrible dimension'," Scott said, replaying the events that had happened when he had drunk from the Grail. Then he realized his gaffe.
He had placed a slightly extra emphasis on 'this' when he referred to the dimension, and at the same time, he was thinking that the Python Dimension was the absolute worst place he could wind up in. But he had also been thinking of an old comedy skit he had seen on TV once, about a pair of judges who liked to wear lingerie under their robes. The image had repulsed him, and had been an utter affront to his masculine ego. He remembered thinking at the time that he would rather be dead than seen wearing something like that.
"And since I didn't want to be dead when I made the wish. oh no!" Scott said, fully realizing how grave a mistake he had made. He also realized that there was no way he could get back to the Python Dimension and make another wish. He was stuck in this changed dimension for good. Doomed to walk around forever like an extra in the Rocky Horror Picture Show!
Scott took one last look at himself in the mirror, convinced that his life was over. But this time, he did not have the same reaction of horror to what he was seeing.
This time, as Scott looked at himself in the mirror, he began to notice certain things, things that he had never noticed or even thought about before. Things like how the stockings, which were actually now starting to feel comfortable to him, brought out the curves of his calves and thighs. How the corset he was wearing enhanced his chest, making his upper body look stronger and broader. And besides, he thought, the red would go so well with his sunglasses! He took one last look and accepted the inevitability of his new reality.
"Oh, it's close enough," he muttered, chucked his uniform in his locker, put on his own skirt and high heels, and walked out of the changing room, his skirt swishing around his legs and his heels clicking on the steel floor as he went.
XXX
Author's note: And so the insanity ends. About the ending, no, Scott has not wound up in the Rocky Horror dimension (sadly). The last scene is a parody of a skit from Monty Python at the Hollywood Bowl. Scott's last line is a reference to one of the Simpsons Halloween episodes where Homer goes time-hopping with the aid of a toaster and alters the present over and over again. The overwhelming jumble of images is from various Python films, Flying Circus episodes, etc.
Hope everybody has had as much fun reading this as I have writing it. I am leaving town for the rest of the summer in about 2 weeks so I will not be able to do much more writing for a while. If I can make the time, I'll try to do some more of How The X-Men Saved Christmas before I leave, but you probably shouldn't expect too many more updates from me until August.
"I'm alive!" Kurt said, rejoicing that he was no longer in the Gorge of Eternal Peril. He had suffered horrible, unspeakable things during his brief time there, like having all his fur shaved off with sharp pieces of glass. Fortunately, he had returned completely intact.
"What happened?" asked Bobby. "The last thing I remember was seeing a giant wooden rabbit falling on top of me,"
"Ugh, I feel horrible!" Jamie groaned, clutching at his stomach. "I feel like people have been poking me all over with forks!"
All of the other mutants had similar tales to tell from their time trapped in the Python Dimension. Xavier reassured his students that they were back where they belonged, and then turned to Magneto.
"Well, Eric, I hope you've learned not to tinker with trans-dimensional teleportation from now on," Xavier said. "Next time, you could be the one who winds up in some terrible place,"
"You're right, Charles," Magneto said. "Well, it was good entertaining you, but I think you should be going now," he told the X-Men. "I have an issue to resolve with my son: whether I should kill him, or disown him!"
Pietro gulped nervously at the two equally distasteful choices. "Father, I can explain!" he said, but Magneto heard none of it and started chasing his son around the room.
"Get back here!" Magneto shouted as he chased Pietro around the room. "I'll spank you in ways you won't like!" he roared as Xavier and the X-Men showed themselves out.
X
Scott fell asleep as soon as he sat down in the X-Jet. After less than three seconds he was completely comatose, not having slept for weeks in the other dimension. Jean gently stroked Scott's head, trying to ease his tortured soul. With all he had experienced in the weeks that they were trapped in the Python Dimension, it was a wonder he was anywhere near sane.
As Scott slept, he began to see strange images in his mind. They were quite bizarre, showing people in shops, offices, restaurants, and other situations and locales, discussing and haggling over things like cheese, string, parrots, the selections on the lunch menu, chocolate, and even the price of an argument. He also heard strange songs, such as the lumberjack singing about how he loved his life, and the Australians singing about philosophy and beer. As he slipped deeper into his dream, he could hear bits and pieces of their conversations in his mind.
"Is this the right room for an argument?" a man asked.
"Spam, spam, spam, spam!" sang a pack of Vikings.
"Albatross!" cried a man carrying a vendor's box around his neck with a dead bird in it.
"We done the passion fruit!" protested several soldiers.
"Right, how to defend yourself against a man armed with a banana!" shouted their drill sergeant back at them.
"I'm a lumberjack and I'm ok!" sang a man in a flannel shirt and suspenders.
"Immanuel Kant was a real pissant who was very rarely stable!" sang the Australians.
"There's another dead bishop on the landing!" a housewife complained.
"Do you have Grate Expectations by Charles Dikkens?" asked a man to a bookstore clerk.
Scott realized that he was seeing residual images from the Python Dimension. Some how, it still had a hold on his mind! The voices began to flow faster and faster, growing more hectic and more jumbled together, turning into one chaotic mass of sound and noise.
"It's Simpson's Emperor Stringettes!"
"Number four, Crunchy Frog!
"Is your wife a goer, eh?"
"Not much call for cheddar? It's only the most popular cheese in the world!"
TitanTheNoveltyNuclearMissileAnthraxRippleHeyVanceNeverBeRudeToAnArabBloodyV ikingsSpamSpamSpamSpamThisParrotIsNoMoreSitOnMyFaceIWearHighHeelsSuspendersA ndABraTheOneInTheBracesHeDoneItI'mNotTheMessaiahOhBloodyHellTatooedOnTheBack OfTheNeckIt'sAnOcarinaSirIt'sJustThatThereAreTwentyEightOfThemWhichBushIsHeB ehindNowNiI'dLikeToComplainAboutThisParrotWhatCatDetectorVanI'mTheUrbanSpace manNotTheDativeNotTheDativeWhenYouBiteIntoItStainlessSteelBoltsSpringOutAndP lungeStraightThroughBothCheeksThisParrotWouldn'tVoomIfYouPutFourMillionVolts ThroughItTheExpurgatedVersionMyNipplesExplodeWithDelightSocratesHimselfWasPe rmanentlyPissedWeThinkThatYourAmericanBeerIsLikeMakingLoveInACanoeNiI'mSorry MyWalkHasBecomeRatherSillyLatelyIfWeTookTheBonesOutItWouldn'tBeCrunchyICould BeArguingOnMySpareTimeOrEvenFarlesWickensWithFourM'sAndASilentQDon'tTalkToTh eAudienceNudgeNudgeWinkWinkSayNoMoreYouCan'tReadYouHaveBeautifulThighsWhatIn God'sNameInspiredYouToPaintThisWithThreeChristsInItIJustPaidNoYouDidn'tShutU pIt'sBloodySeaBirdFlavorRightMoanMoanMoanNiThat'sAnOffensiveWeaponThatIsTheL oonyDetectorVanYouMeanCockroachClusterThisIsAnExParrotParrotParrotParrot!
With the word 'Parrot' echoing over and over in his mind, Scott wrapped his arms around his head and screamed in mortal terror as the swirling images and sounds closed in on him. Suddenly, he woke up, gasping for breath and dripping wet in sweat.
As Scott slowly regained consciousness, he realized that he was back at the Institute, in the locker room that was adjacent to the Danger Room. He groaned as he rubbed his head, trying to dislodge all the horrible scenes from his mind.
"Scott, are you all right?"
Scott looked at where the voice had come from and saw Kurt standing over him. His memories of reemerging in Magneto's tower and seeing his fellow X- Men alive and in one piece were gone from his mind, driven out by the horrible stream of gibberish still bubbling in his head.
"Kurt! You're alive!" Scott said, clutching his friend tightly as if Kurt were an anchor of sanity.
"Of course I'm alive!" Kurt said, pushing Scott away slightly. "Why wouldn't I be?"
Scott looked at him, confused. "But you were cast into the Gorge of Eternal Peril!" he said. "I saw you!"
"Gorge of Eternal Peril?" Kurt asked. "Where's that?"
"In the Python Dimension! Don't you remember any of it?" Scott asked.
"Python Dimension?" Kurt asked, starting to unzip his uniform. "What are you talking about? We just got back from the mission! What's wrong with you?"
"I don't know," Scott said, not sure how he would be able to explain everything he had been through. He supposed whatever had happened was only affecting his mind, and decided to find out what all he was missing. "Look, how did the mission go, anyway?" he asked, following Kurt's lead and pulling down the zipper on the back of his own suit.
"Oh, same old, same old," Kurt said. "Once again, the world is safe for mutants thanks to us," He pulled his uniform off, revealing a sequined corset, garter belt, panties, and nylon stockings underneath.
Scott pulled off his own uniform top. "Glad to. Kurt!" Scott shouted, noticing his friend's attire. "What are you doing wearing that?" he asked.
"What?" Kurt asked nonchalantly.
"THAT!" Scott said, pointing at Kurt madly, as if he had seen a ghost. "Where are your normal clothes?!"
"What, this? I've always worn this. These are my normal clothes," Kurt said, as if he had been born wearing the strange getup.
"But. but you look ridiculous!" Scott protested,
"Look who's talking, fearless leader!" Kurt said with a laugh. "You took the red one, remember?" He pointed at Scott's reflection in one of the locker room's mirrors.
Scott caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, and went slack-jawed. He was wearing a similar ensemble beneath his uniform, except that his corset, garter, and panties were red as opposed to Kurt's black sequin-lined ones.
"What. what am I." Scott babbled inanely. Kurt looked at him and shook his head. Fearless leader has clearly flipped his visor, he thought.
"Come on, Scott, that amnesia routine might still work on Jean, but I'm not falling for it again," Kurt said, smoothing out a wrinkle in one of his stockings. "I'll see you later, hopefully when you've got your head on straight,"
Kurt walked over to his locker, opened it, and pulled out a leather miniskirt and a pair of heels. He wrapped the skirt around his waist and adjusted it so it hung just over his knees, slid the heels onto his feet and stood up, the heels making him taller than Scott was. Kurt walked out of the changing room with his tail swishing under his skirt, planning on finding Amanda and convincing her to take a new set of vows, preferably ones that ended in 'I do'.
X
Scott was left alone in the changing room, still gawking at Kurt's appearance, not to mention the underclothes that were now on his own body. He ran a hand across the corset and cringed at how soft and utterly feminine it felt.
"This can't be happening!" he said, his mind still in denial of what it was seeing. "I can't be, this isn't."
Logan walked by as Scott continued to look in the mirror. "Hey, Scott," he said. "Glad to see you're up and about. Magneto's secret weapon looked like it hit you pretty hard,"
Scott watched Logan pull off his uniform. Like Kurt, Logan was dressed in the same costume underneath, only his was all black leather. Logan patted Scott on the shoulder, then put on his own skirt and heels and walked out of the changing room, gliding effortlessly across the floor in his heels.
I did not just see that, Scott took another look at his reflection. I've got to still be dreaming, or something. There's no way that the Grail could have made this happen, could it?
X
"Actually, Scott, the Grail did make this happen," came a voice. Scott nearly jumped through the ceiling in surprise, and then turned around to see Xavier, sitting in his wheelchair. Xavier had clearly read his mind.
"Professor! You know I hate it when you do that" Scott shouted, protesting at the mental invasion. Then he saw Xavier wearing a corset of his own in the framed apparatus "Not you too!" he said, convinced that the whole universe was conspiring to drive him insane.
"I did not need to read your mind to tell what you were thinking, Scott," Xavier said. "But it's not all bad. This is the only thing that seems to have changed,"
"No! I don't believe this!" Scott said, rushing to his locker, certain that the normal clothes that he had had on earlier would be there.
A quick check of his locker revealed not the clothes he had remembered wearing earlier that day, but extra sets of garters and corsets. All of his jeans, sweaters, etc. had totally vanished, as if they had never existed.
"I don't understand!" Scott said despairingly. "I thought my wish was perfect. What went wrong?"
"Who knows?" Xavier said. "In such a chaotic dimension, there must be an infinite improbability that some part of your wish must have gotten twisted around. An inflection, an accent, anything could have done it,"
"Funny, I don't remember wishing to be dressed like a Victoria's Secret model," Scott said, feeling his masculinity slipping farther and farther away.
"Scott, you should learn to be more appreciative of the way things are," Xavier said. "After all, it's not like you have a tail like Kurt's. Be thankful that your wish only caused this one slight change," he said, and wheeled out of the locker room, leaving Scott by himself.
X
Glumly, Scott sat down on one of the benches and tried to figure out what had gone wrong when he made his wish.
"I said 'I wish we could have stopped Magneto from sending us to this horrible dimension'," Scott said, replaying the events that had happened when he had drunk from the Grail. Then he realized his gaffe.
He had placed a slightly extra emphasis on 'this' when he referred to the dimension, and at the same time, he was thinking that the Python Dimension was the absolute worst place he could wind up in. But he had also been thinking of an old comedy skit he had seen on TV once, about a pair of judges who liked to wear lingerie under their robes. The image had repulsed him, and had been an utter affront to his masculine ego. He remembered thinking at the time that he would rather be dead than seen wearing something like that.
"And since I didn't want to be dead when I made the wish. oh no!" Scott said, fully realizing how grave a mistake he had made. He also realized that there was no way he could get back to the Python Dimension and make another wish. He was stuck in this changed dimension for good. Doomed to walk around forever like an extra in the Rocky Horror Picture Show!
Scott took one last look at himself in the mirror, convinced that his life was over. But this time, he did not have the same reaction of horror to what he was seeing.
This time, as Scott looked at himself in the mirror, he began to notice certain things, things that he had never noticed or even thought about before. Things like how the stockings, which were actually now starting to feel comfortable to him, brought out the curves of his calves and thighs. How the corset he was wearing enhanced his chest, making his upper body look stronger and broader. And besides, he thought, the red would go so well with his sunglasses! He took one last look and accepted the inevitability of his new reality.
"Oh, it's close enough," he muttered, chucked his uniform in his locker, put on his own skirt and high heels, and walked out of the changing room, his skirt swishing around his legs and his heels clicking on the steel floor as he went.
XXX
Author's note: And so the insanity ends. About the ending, no, Scott has not wound up in the Rocky Horror dimension (sadly). The last scene is a parody of a skit from Monty Python at the Hollywood Bowl. Scott's last line is a reference to one of the Simpsons Halloween episodes where Homer goes time-hopping with the aid of a toaster and alters the present over and over again. The overwhelming jumble of images is from various Python films, Flying Circus episodes, etc.
Hope everybody has had as much fun reading this as I have writing it. I am leaving town for the rest of the summer in about 2 weeks so I will not be able to do much more writing for a while. If I can make the time, I'll try to do some more of How The X-Men Saved Christmas before I leave, but you probably shouldn't expect too many more updates from me until August.