A/N:  *Grins as she bounces in* Hullo, boyos!  I'm baaaaaa-aaack!  *glares at running masses*  Oh, come ON!  This is fun!!  *snags running fictive*  YOU!! You're my muse now!!  *spins around to see…Cable*

Cable:  Oh…flonq…

Me:  That's right, my friends!!  I have my very own muse, complete with messiah complex!!

Cable:  I do NOT have a messiah complex.

Me: *waves hand*  Sure, sure.  At least it's not an Oedipus complex…*eyes glint wickedly* Though that idea DOES have merit…

Cable: *pales*  You wouldn't…

Me: *shrugs*  Why not?  You're family's had everything else happen to it.  Besides, you and Jean were standing awfully close after the whole Twelve catastrophe…

Cable: *gulps*  I promise I'll be good.

Me: *pats head*  Good Muse.  Have some coffee.

Cable:  *drinks coffee like there's no tomorrow*

Me: *grins at screen*  Notice I didn't say I wouldn't do it…

Cable: WHAT?!

Me: *hurriedly, and now covered in sprayed coffee*  And now on with the fic!  *aside*  Cable, put down the gun…Nathan Christopher Charles Dayspring Askani'son Winters Summers, put down the gun!!

            Kitty grinned perkily from the screen.  "Hi!  Welcome to Home Living with Kitty Pryde!  Today I'll show all you mutants out there how to take potential disasters and make them into crafty wonders!

            Scott had stopped blasting the door by now, and was instead trying to pry the plating off the wall, assisted by Jean Grey's telekinesis.  "Why are you all taking it so well?!" he snapped.

            Rogue calmly smiled at him.  "Ah live with the gal.  Ah'm jest plannin' mah revenge right now…oh, yes…" She cackled, eyes glinting evilly, causing Kurt and Logan to scoot away from her. 

            Ororo didn't bother to reply, as she was to busy venting her frustration through a tornado in SOHO.  This would eventually lead to a leather jacket being swept into the path of gamma rays, creating the next menace of the week, but no one would ever make the connection.

            Xavier just smiled.  He was currently in the mind of Donatello Cicaro, the twenty-something idol who was sweeping the world.  It was good to be a telepath…oh yes…

            Kitty, meanwhile, had moved on to her first craft.  "Ever gone to the shower and wondered, 'Just what CAN I do with all this blue fur?'"  She held up a clump for example.

            Kurt glared at his companions.  "I'm shedding my vinter coat, alright?  I don't vant to hear it."

            There was briefly silence before Logan spoke.  "Yeah, but how hard can it be to clean the drain, Elf?"

            Kurt then proceeded to show off his Very Sharp Fangs™  and growl.  Logan wisely dropped the point.

            "Well," Kitty continued.  "With a little glue, and some Popsicle sticks, we have a fluffy picture frame!"  She held up the finished product, smiling.

            "Mein Gott…is it to late to join Magneto?" Kurt vondered-er, wondered.

            Scott and Jean had given up on escaping, and were currently making out, much to the disgust of the other room occupants.

            "Get a room!" Rogue yelled, then paused.  "Okay, Ah can see how that ain't happenin'…jest STOP it, already!"

            Glaring, the couple made their way to the corner.

            Ororo banged her head against the table.  "When this is over, Forge dies," she said firmly.

            Everyone else nodded in agreement.

            At the same moment Hank was emerging from his lab, Bobby in tow.  The two had locked themselves in there a week ago, mumbling something about an endless Twinkie source.

            "We never speak of this to anyone," he said hoarsely, trying to forget the havoc that had been wrecked in his beautiful lab.

            "No problem," Bobby fervently agreed, then widened his eyes.  "What if it gets out?!"

            Hank paused.  "Ever been to Norway?"

            The two were still discussing escape plans when they came across Forge cackling manically in the control room, finger dancing to Ricky Martin.

            Bobby looked at Hank.

            Hank looked at Bobby.

            "Um…Forge?"

            Forge grinned at them.  "ThE mUfFiNs WaNt To PlAy.  WiLl YoU pLaY wItH tHeM?"

            Bobby looked at Hank.

            Hank looked at Bobby.

            Hank carefully closed the door to the control room.  "I didn't see it if you didn't."

            Bobby nodded.  "Right, man."

            The two then went to the kitchen and ordered pizza.

            Just another day at the Xavier Insititute…

            A/N: BWAHAHAHA!!! And the insanity continues!!!