Pyromaniac: Oh guys! I'm so sorry, it's just I've been so busy lately with school and stuff…plus the whole car accident! *Cough* Yeah…that and silently cursing people's site layouts…damn their amazing ability with html! Wait…forget that, you weren't suppose to read that.

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"Pepperoni! Pepperoni! How I want my pepperoni! Lala la lalala, lala la lalala, something, something o' day!" John clapped his hands as the group finished singing. "Now lets sing the mushroom song!"

"Jo'nny, we already sang a song 'bout green peppers, anc'ovies, an' bacon bits! W'en are y' going t' order?"

"Soon….singing about the topping helps me decide what I want"

"As crazy as that sounds," Kurt took the last sip of his soda and frowned at it. "It makes sense…. I need a- refill! I won't try to hide, or even deny it! I need a- refill! I won't cause a riot just don't get me a diet!"

"Aw!" John threw his arms around Kurt. "You're so cute…" He grinned mischievously "…And fuzzy! Remy-luv, remind yourself to return the teddy bear outfit!"

"Can do!"

"So…Kurty, how are you doing with the X Geeks?"

Peter cleared his throat. "For your information, John. The Brotherhood of Evil Mutants calls the X Men that name, we use the correct term, X Men"

"Peter, nobody asked y' anyt'ing"     

"Oh"

"Anyway, Kurty how are you doing with the X…Men?"

"Good. Why?"

"Remy and I need a new playmate, how about it?"

Remy spat out his drink as Kurt blushed. "Jo'n!"

"What?"

"X-nay on da play-nay!"

"What?"

"His manhood has been threatened, it's common sense that he would overreact over such a small thing."

Remy crushed his glass in his hand as John and Kurt burst out laughing.

"Peter, s'ut up"

"What?"

"Remy-luv took that comment a different way"

"Oh…sorry. I meant that, Remy feels threatened by young Kurt here. After all, his boyfriend just about kicked him out of the…."

"Continue"

"There are innocent ears here." Peter pointed out as he placed his hands over Kurt's ears.

"O'…wait a minute!"

John burst out into giggles. "Remy-luv! I never thought you would commit yourself to a serious relationship!"

"Non! It's all a lie! Dere's not'ing between us!"

"Nothing?" Tears sprung to John's eyes.

"We're…jus' good friends"

"Good friends can do it"

Peter frowned, "This isn't a slash fic guys so tone it down!"

"It's not?" John whimpered, "Does this mean I have to return the whip?"

"I'll buy it off of you!" offered Kurt. "My old whip got worn out."

The gang shudders.

"Chirp!"

"Monsieur Squirrel! I forgot y' were 'ere, w'at do y' need?"

"Chirp!"

"Da salt? 'Ere y' go!"

"Chirppin"

"W'y do y' need a knife?"

"Squeak!"

"Honestly, Remy," Peter sighed. "How ever is he supposed to cut his French fries in half?"

"O, all I got is dis butc'er knife"

"Chirp, squeaken"

"'Ere"

"Hey, waitress lady! Can I have a plain pizza?"

"Jo'n! We sang all dose songs an' y' get a plain pizza?"

"Yep!"

Remy sighed and started to eat with the gang.

"Oh, man! My head!" Pietro mumbled as he regained consciousness. "What happened?"

"Chirp?"

"What the?" Pietro glanced up and saw the squirrel in front of him holding a very large butcher knife.

"Pietro?"

"I think he fainted"

"Oh well…" 

"Guys, I better go"

"Aw, why Kurt?"

"I've been gone for almost a week, the professor is probably worried"

"Yea', Kurt 'bout dat…w'y did we kid-nap y' anyway?"

"I-…I don't know"

"Think guys," John said. "Why are we here anyway? Were we looking for something?"

"Or someone?"

The gang looked thoughtful.

"…Wanna go bowling?"

"Sure!"

And they did.

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Pyromaniac: I wrote the first part about a week ago…it doesn't seem funny anymore. Oh well, I'm too lazy to re-do it. Kurt's song is sung to the tune of Slave 4 U and John's…some Italian song.