And now the conclusion of this crazy series. Hooray! A huge thank you to everyone who contributed ideas!
Let's Pretend This Weekend Never Happened
"Of all the irresponsible, insane…" Xavier muttered as the X-Men finally arrived back at the mansion.
"Professor it wasn't our fault," Kurt protested. "It was the fault of those Misfits and GI Joe."
"Who do you think I was talking about?" Xavier asked. He saw a very haggard Scott and Jean. "Well we're back. How was your weekend?"
"I never…ever want to have any children," Jean growled.
"Or pets," Scott snapped. "Especially pets!"
"Oh yeah, pets are bad," Jean's eye was starting to twitch. "Very bad…"
"Especially PARROTS!" Scott shouted.
"I HATE PARROTS!" Jean screamed.
"ME TOO!" Scott shouted.
"O-kay," Hank gulped. "I take it the Triplets weren't on their best behavior?"
"That is the understatement of the century!" Scott snapped. He then glared at Kitty. "And your stupid dragon wasn't much better either!"
"Don't call Lockheed stupid!" Kitty shouted.
"Oh yes we will!" Jean got into Kitty's face. "Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!"
"You want a black eye or something?" Kitty made a fist. "Because I am in the mood for a good fight!"
"Oh bring it on!" Jean snapped. "Compared to Trinity you're a cream puff!"
"Oh yeah well the Misfits weren't exactly easy to get along with either!" Rogue stood between the two of them.
"You're right Rogue," Jean sighed. "I'm sorry Kitty. I shouldn't have snapped at you."
"Yeah the Misfits are the enemy not us," Kitty sighed.
"Yeah Misfits bad, Kitty good…" Jean muttered.
"Let's kill 'em," Kitty growled.
"Good idea!" Jean said. "Forge! Make us some lasers!"
"We are not going to kill the Misfits!" Xavier groaned.
"Why not?" Rogue asked. "After what they did to us this weekend?"
"Trust me, Rogue compared to what Trinity, the babies and that…bird did to us," Jean twitched again at the thought of Polly. "You guys got off easy!"
"Wanna bet?" Tabitha snapped. "I say we kill them all!"
"Fry 'em!" Ray shouted.
"Hang 'em!" Amara shouted.
"Hit 'em with a rock!" Bobby shouted. Everyone looked at him. "Well a really big rock."
"Nobody is going to kill anybody!" Logan snapped.
"Except for Shipwreck," Ororo said.
"Not even Shipwreck!" Logan said.
"Fine we'll kill you and Jinx for ditching us and letting us get dragged to jail!" Ororo snapped. Now she had a twitch in her eye.
"Then again Shipwreck was really asking for it…" Logan gulped.
"Nobody is going to kill anybody!" Xavier shouted, exasperated. "Let's all just get an early night's sleep shall we?"
"Wait a minute…" Scott sniffed the air. "What's that smell?"
"Iceman take a shower will you?" Xavier groaned.
The next morning, Scott, Jean, Ororo and Hank were in Xavier's office. "And on top of it all I just got a bill and a summons to appear in court courtesy of the Department of Natural Parks of New York," Xavier continued.
"We got a lawsuit from the Parks department?" Scott asked. "What for?"
"Let's just say we're being held responsible for a couple of fires that broke out," Ororo groaned.
"Fires?" Jean asked.
"You don't want to know," Xavier sighed. "This whole weekend has produced nothing but even more problems for us."
"You're telling me," Ororo sighed. "Oh look a restraining order from Senator Kelly's office."
"Okay why do I have this letter from the Mayor's office?" Xavier asked. "What's this lawsuit about entrapment?"
"Trinity," Jean groaned. "They went clubbing with the Mayor. He thought they were older than they looked thanks to some extra holographic bracelets. Then they got drunk and their powers went out of control and…"
"Never mind I'm sorry I asked," Xavier groaned.
"What's this lawsuit from?" Scott looked at the heading. "The National Association of Mimes? What did we do to tick them off?"
"Don't ask," Hank sighed.
"And what are all these telegrams about?" Jean asked. "Something about a television appearance?"
"Yeah Toad and Wavedancer mentioned something about that," Scott said. "Were you guys on TV?"
"Yes," Xavier started to rub his head. "Unfortunately."
"You didn't see it?" Hank asked.
"Trinity kind of kept us busy remember?" Scott told him. "Are all of these lawsuits?"
"No some of these are death threats," Hank sighed as he fingered through the letters. "Death threat, death threat…Bill from the hotel…Bill for damages from a bar in Bayville?"
"Polly," Scott told him.
"O-kay," Hank casually went back to the letters. "Oh it looks like we picked up one supporter after all. The NCCDA…They loved us at the convention."
"What's the…?" Scott started to ask.
"Never mind!" Xavier snapped. "Just forget about it."
"I've never heard of that organization," Scott said.
"Hopefully you never will again," Xavier groaned. "And neither will the rest of us."
"What does this one mean?" Ororo read the telegram. "Thanks for putting that wuss in his place! Knew we could count on your support…Charlton Heston?"
"Okay that's it," Xavier sighed. He used his telepathy to speak to the students as well as the people in the room. "All students now hear this! There will be a general amnesty on anything and everything that has happened this weekend. Not counting the lawsuits, as far as we are concerned this weekend never happened! If anyone asks, we all spent the entire weekend sleeping late and watching TV! And the next time we see the Misfits and or GI Joe you have my complete permission to kick their butts for all the stupid things they did to us! That is all. Now somebody please get me some aspirin?"