Now I Really Feel Sick

"What the devil is the Mayor of Bayville doing in a dance club?" Scott asked. "And why is he dancing with Trinity?"

"Who the heck knows why these things happen to Trinity?" Jean grumbled. "Come on, let's get them. Even if we have to knock them unconscious to do it!"

"Oh I am so hoping they put up a fight," Scott growled as they made their way towards them.

Suddenly an erratic psychic bolt flung from Quinn to the disco ball above her. It then ricocheted all over the place shattering glass, mirrors and light bulbs. Jean used her telekinesis to shield the crowd from the glass as they ran out.

"Quinn knock it off!" Daria shouted. "What's wrong with you?"

"Whee…that was fun…" Brittany hiccuped. "Let me try…"

"No you will not!" Scott ran up to her. "What the…?" He smelled her breath. "Oh boy…"

"They're drunk!" Jean yelled.

"Geeze girls I can't believe you take after Dad!" Daria shouted. "I guess I'm the one with the sober gene."

"You were all drinking alcohol?" Scott yelled.

"I didn't," Daria said.

"He gave it to us," Brittany pointed to the terrified Mayor who was in shock.

"It would have been impolite not to accept it," Quinn slurred.

"Mutants!" The Mayor gasped. "I was trying to pick up…I mean securing the future vote from mutants?"

"I'm afraid it gets worse," Scott sighed as he grabbed Daria's arm and shut off the holowatch. He also shut off the other two to reveal their real selves. "They're also underage!"

"Oh god…" The mayor backtracked and ran out of the club.

"Well that went well," Daria said. "I wonder how his press manager is gonna put a spin on this?"

"Come on!" Jean yanked on her arm. They dragged the Triplets back to the van.

"You three are in so much trouble it isn't funny!" Scott snapped.

"When your sister hears about what you've done you are so dead!" Jean shouted.

"We have the negatives," Daria held up some pictures of Scott and Jean. "And we won't tell you where they are."

"Blackmail!" Scott half laughed. "Why am I not shocked? Of course you three would try to blackmail us!"

"I don't feel so good," Quinn grumbled.

"I told you not to drink that stuff!" Daria snapped.

"I'm gonna be sick," Brittany moaned. And she was, all over Daria.

"GROSS!" Daria screamed.

"Ha!" Scott scoffed to himself. "Serves you right!"

"Oh great now I'm not feeling well," Daria muttered. "I think it's some kind of telepathic bond we have."

"Nice try," Scott said. "But you are not…" Then Daria got sick. "Okay maybe you're telling the truth this time."

"Let's get 'em back to the Institute," Jean sighed as she shoved them in.

"Jean my head hurts…" Brittany groaned.

"Well don't expect any sympathy from me!" Jean snapped. "You three got what you deserved! The way you behaved you deserve to be sick!"

Just then Barney sneezed. "Was that a sneeze?" Scott blanched.

"Oh no…" Jean went pale. "Please god no! Don't be sick!"

Barney sneezed again and Claudius looked like he was going to throw up. "They don't look so good," Scott said. Then Claudius spit up something brown. "Oh man!"

"Oh god no you are sick!" Jean moaned.

"They're both sick!" Scott said. "Wonderful…"

"Ohhhh!" Polly swooned. "Polly gonna blow chunks…"

"You do and you're a feather duster!" Scott warned.

"Is there anyone who's not sick?" Jean asked. She looked at Lockheed. Lockheed hiccuped. "Of course not…"

"Let's just get home and try to put this nightmare behind us," Scott groaned.

"That's not gonna happen. Scott something tells us it's gonna be a long night," Jean moaned.

"Que sera…sera…" Polly sang. "Oh I am really gonna be sick!" Lockheed hiccuped and spit out a small burst of fire. The babies started to cry and the girls soon were all passed out.

"A very long night," Jean sighed.