It's so hard to be a teen-mutant-superhero By: Umbravulpes

Disclaimer: I still own nothing, but as soon as dad turns his back... It's open season on your parents wallets. (mad gigle)

Authors Note: Hey look at me! I'm uptading, that's the most amazing thing ever! And behold, I have a few reviews (proud smile)!

SCENE 8

Still at the School (All the kids in the school are craming themselves in to the gym for the Nasty-Anti-Mutant-Meeting, great chaos ensues due to the fact that people can't form a decent line)

(After lots of craming and some stampeded casualties, everyone is seated)

(The X-Men and the Brotherhood are sitting together, looking suspicious)

JEAN:

Guys, we're looking too suspicious. Try to act casual.

(They start to whistle, badly)

ROGUE:

Magnificent. OUCH!

SCOTT:

What's wrong Rogue?

PIETRO:

I swear, I never touched her!

ROGUE:

My left heel hurts.

(Harry Potter theme-music plays)

(KELLY and the FIGURE come on-stage)

(Our heroic mutant friend gasp in horror)

SCOTT:

Gaps of horror! That man looks just like the professor!

KITTY:

Yeah! Except thst this guy has hair and can like, walk.

(Yes dear readers, the FIGURE does bear a striking resemblance to the professor, except the whole hair and legs that work part)

KELLY:

Okay kids! It's time to play Bash The Mutants!

(Most of the kids cheer)

ROGUE:

My heel is really beging to hurt.

(ROGUE falls on the floor, holding her left foot)

KELLY:

Here with us we have mister Epstein, who has promised to help us find some mutants to bash!

KIDS:

Bash! Bash! Bash! Bash them in the head!

KURT:

Americans are so bloodthirsty.

PIETRO:

We call it entertainment.

KURT:

Oh. Vell, zat make okay zen.

EPSTEIN:

Thank children-

RANDOM PERSON:

How are calling children?! We're young adults!

EPSTEIN:

Whatever. Now, why don't we see if we can find some of nasty mutants we all hate.

KIDS:

Hurray!

PIETRO:

This would be good time for us to leave.

SCOTT:

Nay! If we leave now, then everyone will know.

JEAN:

I think that Epstein allready knows.

SCOTT:

You went poking around in his head?

JEAN:

No. I guessed it from that sinister look he's giving us.

TODD:

Well, shit.

(EPSTEIN is looking at them with an evil slime on his evil face)

EPSTEIN:

Looks like we're in luck. Because I spy with my evil eye not one, not two, but eight mutants!

KIDS:

Oooh!

EPSTEIN:

And would you all like to know who they are?

KIDS:

Yes!

EPSTEIN:

What's the magic word?

KIDS:

Yes please!

EPSTEIN:

That's better. They are sitting right there!

(EPSTEIN points at the MUTANTS)

(The KIDS turn to look at them)

(Just then, KURT'S image-inducer stops working, making him blue for all to see. General screaming and fainting ensues)

PIETRO:

Can we go now?

SCOTT:

Yep. But remember. We're not retreating, we're advancing in reverse!

(The MUTANTS make a run for the doors and in to the hall way)

(The KIDS, now known as the angry MOB, who are suddenly armed with torches and pitchforks)

MOB:

Kill! Kill! Kill!

MUTANTS:

Run! Run! Run!

(SCOTT, JEAN, KITTY, LANCE, PIETRO and FRED make it out of the doors)

ROGUE:

My heel!

(ROGUE is hopping away, clutching her foot in a comical fashion, and trips)

MOB:

Kill! Kill!

ROGUE:

No!

(TODD hops in front of ROGUE)

TODD:

Don't make me lick you, yo.

(The MOB raise their weapons in a menacing way)

KURT:

Look out!

(KURT bamfs in front of TODD and ROGUE)

MOB:

Kill! Kill! Kill!

ROGUE:

Now would be a nice moment for us to bamf out of here.

TODD:

I don't need to. I'll bust out this angry mobs ass, yo!

ROGUE:

Fine. Kurt, to the car.

KURT:

Vat do you zink I am, a taxi?

(KURT bamfs ROGUE out side)

(KURT then bamfs back in and gets TODD out)

TODD:

Why'd you do that fo'?

(silence)

KURT:

I don't know.

SCOTT:

Come on!

(They all go in to SCOTT'S car and drive off)

LANCE:

One question, how can we all fit in the same car?

(They look around, very confused)

KITTY:

Maybe it's like a new handy mutant-power.

LANCE:

And where's my jeep?

JEAN:

How should I put this?

(Everyone looks back at the school, to see Lance's jeep beeing burned by the angry MOB)

LANCE:

NOOOOO!!!

Authors Notes: (sob) That is so sad. Poor jeep, we knew thee for such short a while. Yet thine memory shall live on... Next... some stuff happens, or maybe not, who knows?