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?
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?
