A Little Bonding Time

"YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! LET ME GO! I HAVE RIGHTS! BIRDS ARE PEOPLE TOO YA KNOW?" Polly squawked as he tried to escape Scott's grasp when they got back.

"No they are not," Scott grumbled.

"RACIST!" Polly shouted. "You're prejudiced against birds! I knew it! I'll sue for discrimination!"

"Okay bird that's it!" Scott took out a birdcage and threw Polly in. "Maybe a night in the slammer will cool you off!"

"You can't do this to me!" Polly flapped his wings furiously. "I know my rights! I get one phone call! Polly wants a lawyer!"

"Shut up!" Scott snapped.

"You can't do this to me! I'm a veteran!" Polly squawked.

"Yeah a veteran of bar fights and hangovers," Scott told him.

"Attica! Attica!" Polly squawked. "Better conditions for prisoners now!"

"Good night!" Scott threw a cloth over the cage.

"Oh yeah this is really gonna shut me up!" Polly shouted. "How dumb do you think I am to fall for that old trick?"

"You wanna see a trick? How about what I can do with my eye beams, a parrot and some barbecue sauce?" Scott snapped.

"Night, night…" Polly then made snoring noises.

"What a night," Scott grumbled as he made his way to the kitchen. He found Jean there with the little mutants. Barney was sipping water in his high chair and holding Claudius.

"I just put the Triplets to bed," Jean groaned as he staggered in the kitchen. "Where's Polly and Lockheed?"

"Lockheed is tied up outside and Polly is spending some time behind bars," Scott told her. "And what I fight that was! How are they doing?"

"Good news," Jean sighed. "No fever so it's probably a reaction to all that sugar they ate. You wanna help me put them to bed?"

"Yeah," He picked Barney up. "Come on little guy. Time for beddie bye." They brought them upstairs and tucked them into the crib.

Immediately the two of them fell asleep. "Well they're finally out," Jean sighed.

"You're really good with them," Scott told her.

"You think so?" Jean brushed her hair out of her face. "God I haven't a clue what I'm doing."

"Well don't look at me," Scott sighed. "I'm not exactly an expert at this either. Funny, they look so cute when they're sleeping. Hard to picture them as little terrors when they're like this."

"Yeah," Jean hugged Scott. "Well think of it this way, when we have a family of our own, it'll be a lot easier."

"You think?" Scott blinked at her.

"FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEDOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!" Polly flew by cackling. "I'M FREEEEEE! WHOOOOPIEEEEEEEE!"

Immediately the babies woke up and started to cry again. "Yeah I'm sure," Jean sighed. "For one thing…no pets! Ever!"

"NO ONE CAN CAGE POLLY THE STUPEDOUS PARROT! AWK! I'M FREE! I'M FREE!"

"That I can definitely agree on," Scott groaned. "Refresh my memory Jean, when is Althea picking them up?"

"Sunday morning," Jean sighed as she cuddled Barney.

"And it's…" Scott looked at the clock. 2 am…Saturday morning. Oh goody…"

"My thoughts exactly…" Jean sighed as she rolled her eyes.

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Saturday was nothing but a huge blur of the Triplets being sick, the Babies fussing and needing care and as for the animals…

"DIVE! DIVE!" Polly flew around with Lockheed.

"They've been playing 'Bomber Pilot' all day," Scott groaned as he collapsed on the couch. "I give up! I've chased them for half the day. All I've accomplished is putting more holes in the walls."

"Well the little guys are all better now," Jean was already on the couch. "Barney and Claudie are now having a grand time in their playpen. I turned on that Martian Hop song and put it on a continual loop."

"That's nice. The Triplets have been sick all day," Scott said. "I had no idea three little girls could vomit that much. Don't use the upstairs bathroom in the girl's wing by the way. You don't want to go in there."

"Too late I already did. I'm afraid I added to the mess when I saw it."

"I'm worried. Do you think we should call a doctor or something?"

"No I think they're exaggerating it now," Jean told him. "I could sense it. Well that and the fact I caught them playing tag in the Professor's room. Do you wanna get up and yell at them?"

"I'm too tired to even move from this couch," Scott grumbled. "Not counting the hours that we were drugged I think we got a total of a couple of hours sleep this weekend."

"I don't think I can even lift my head," Jean moaned. "I thought Logan's Danger Room sessions were exhausting."

"Now I understand why Beast is always popping aspirin," Scott sighed. "And why the nurses at the orphanage were always looking forward to Saturdays when they went out and got drunk."

"You know something…" Jean thought. "I just thought of something. I think I know why the Professor let us stay home alone. This is their subtle way of installing some kind of sex education."

"You know…You may be onto something. Those sneaky…."

Something exploded upstairs. "I think Trinity is all better again…" Jean grumbled.

"And I think that I am going to kill Althea for tricking us into this," Scott moaned.

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