"Wait, did he just say that his name is Smack?" Pietro whispered to Lance.

"This is coming from a guy named Pietro?" Lance said.

"Slow-mo." Said Pietro because he couldn't have Lance getting the best of him.

"So those are your groups!" said Smack.  "If you have any questions, come and ask me!!"

"Uh-oh…did you catch what group we're in?" asked Lance as all the kids filed off the bus.

"No." said Pietro.  "Let's go ask Smack."

Pietro and Lance approached Smack.  "Uh…we forgot what groups we were in." said Lance.

"Hahaha!" said Smack.  "I get this every year!  A group of kids always talking during my introduction speech!  Don't worry about it!  Just give me your names and I'll tell you where to go."

"Pietro Maximoff." Pietro said immediately.

"Hm…oh yes!" said Smack.  "Say…do you have a sister going to this camp as well?"

"…Yes…" sighed Pietro.

"I could tell!" said Smack.  "You two look almost EXACTLY the same."

"No…no we really don't." said Pietro.

"Well, nonetheless, your group is over there!" said Smack, pointing to a group of kids which were Wanda, St. John and Remy.  Pietro quickly spotted Wanda.

"My sister is in my group?!" Pietro gasped.  "I thought you guys usually split up siblings!  Especially TWINS!!"

"We go by alphabetical order here." Said Smack as he looked at Lance.  "It just worked out that way.  And what's YOUR name?"

"Lance Alvers." Lance replied.  "I guess I'd go over there since that's the beginning of the alphabet."

"Alvers…Alvers…" Smack said, looking up and down the list.  "Nope!  No Alvers!  Only an OLVERS!  Did you say Olvers?"

"No…Alvers…" Lance said hesitantly.

"It must be a typo then…" said Smack with a shrug.  "But you're with THAT group over there, Mr. Olvers!"  Then he pointed at the group that had Kitty, Scott and Kurt in it.

"Aw man!" said Lance.  "X-geeks!  This always happens to me!"  But of course, he shook the world on the inside because he was in the same group as Kitty and that just rocks his socks.

So Pietro and Lance split up to their appointed groups.  YAY!!

"Welcome to The Carrots!" said their female counselor.  "I'm your counselor!  You can call me Tootie!"  She put her hands on her hips.  "Now, you all know MY name, but I don't know any of yours!!  Let's play the name game to find out some more about each other!"

"I don't care if I'm never turned back, this isn't worth it." Said Wanda.  "Especially if I'm in the same group as YOU, Pietro!"

"Why don't you start?" Tootie said to Wanda.  "After all, ladies first!"

"Fine." Said Wanda.  "I'm WANDA.  But all of you already knew that."

"I didn't!" said Tootie.

"You have a list." Wanda pointed out.  "And I'm the only girl in the group so by process of elimination, I would HAVE to be Wanda."

"Well!" said Tootie, looking at her list.  "I see you have a brother!  Which one of you is Pietro!"  She looked at the three boys and then pointed at Pietro.  "I know…it's YOU isn't it?!"

"How could you tell?!" Pietro gasped, looking surprised and strangely humored.

"You're wearing the same thing!" Tootie said happily.

"Yeah…I know." Said Pietro.  "I'm WEARING it."

"Our father MADE us wear these." Said Wanda.

"It looks as though we only have two other people in the group!" said Tootie, referring back to her list again.  "St. John and Remy!  Those are some CRAZY names!  Let's hear first from…St. John!  Let's see if I can guess which one you are!"

"It's not ME!" said St. John.

"I bet it IS!" said Tootie.

"Oh, you figured ME out." Said St. John with a sigh.

"Hey…are you from England?" asked Tootie.

St. John stood there in a stupefied state.  "Why do you ask?"

"Because you have an English accent!" Tootie answered.

"First of all, I am from Australia!" St. John said, counting on his fingers.  "Second of all, I'M not the one with the accent.  It's all of YOU who are speaking funny."

"ALL RIGHT!" said Tootie, spinning around and facing Remy who was just standing there idly by.  "And since you're the ONLY one left, you must be Remy!"

"Oh yes, 'dat's me." Said Remy.  "Remy LeBeau."

"Is that…?" Tootie asked.

Remy sighed.  "Yes, it's a French name." He replied.  "Yes, Remy know French and yes, Remy realize that French is 'da language of love."

"You just responded to the three things I was going to say!!" said Tootie as if it was the most exciting thing in the world.  "So, now that we all know each other, I can show you to the cabin where all your stuff is and where we'll be staying!  We're going to unpack."

So the Carrots departed, going to their cabins.

The other group had introduced themselves to their male counselor, Fruitie, and were now on their way to THEIR cabin called 'The Birds'.

"And here's where we'll all be staying!" said Fruitie as he opened the door to reveal a little room with two bunk beds and another little room with a door that was obviously where Fruitie was staying.  "As you can see, all your bags have been brought here already!  You each get a bed and your very own drawer so take this opportunity to unpack your stuff and do whatever you need to!  We're going to a campfire after this where we'll tell ghost stories, sing songs and eat s'mores!!"

"Sounds riveting." Said Scott.

Then Fruitie turned around and looked at Kurt.  "Hey there, buddy!" he said.  "How do you say 'fire' in German?"  Kurt gave Fruitie a skeptical look.  "Do you know what I'm saying?  HOW… DO… YOU… SAY…"

"I speak English just fine!" interrupted Kurt.

"Oh perfect!" said Fruitie.  "Then how DO you say fire in German?"

Kurt looked painfully at the other three.

"If it'll get him to shut up, just say it." Said Lance.

"It's 'Feuer'." Kurt said.

"HURRAY!" said Fruitie.  "I love learning new words!  We're going to go to the Feuer!  Oh…should I have asked how to say 'campfire' instead of just plain old fire?  How do you say 'campfire'?"

"This is the LAST one." Kurt warned.  "Lagerfeuer."

"Wow!" said Fruitie.  "I recognized 'feuer' in 'lagerfeuer'!  See?  I'm applying knowledge to everyday situations!"  Then Fruitie skipped into his room because he had to unpack too.

"Oh god." Said Kitty.  "I don't see how the Professor could do this to us."

"Don't worry, you're not the ONLY one who's suffering." Said Lance, sounding irritated as he pulled a little miniature shirt out of his suitcase that said 'T is for Train!'  The sight of that shirt made him realize just what he was doing and then he gave a heavy sigh and stuffed it back in his suitcase.

"What's the point in being little if I don't have a twin to wear matching clothing with?!" Kitty demanded.

"What?" Scott said, raising his eyebrow.

"I've always wished I had a twin so I could wear matching clothing…" Kitty confessed.  "So I got insanely jealous of Wanda!  How could she HATE being a twin?!"

"Probably because she's got Pietro as her twin." Lance said.

"Good point." Kitty said with a nod.

MEANWHILE!!!

"Come on, everyone!!" said Tootie as she held out her hands for two assorted random children to grab.  "Let's all skip down to the campfire!"

"Fire?" St. John said, turning around immediately.

"False alarm." Remy said.

"Oh…" sighed St. John sadly.

"Come on, kids!" Tootie continued to say all to enthusiastically.  "We'll all go down together and have LOADS of fun!  We're going to tell stories, sing songs and roast marshmallows!  Maybe there will even be S'MORES there!  Now you can't tell me that that doesn't sound exciting!!"

"That doesn't sound exciting." Said Wanda as she held up her hands threateningly.  "I want to home…NOW."

"Wanda!" Pietro yelled nervously as he quickly (maybe a little TOO quickly) reached out and pulled her hands down.  "Not here.  Or at least, not yet."

"But she wants us to skip!" Wanda pointed out.  "And we're going to tell stories and sing songs around a campfire!"

"Fire?" St. John said, as he turned to Wanda.  "A big fire or a little fire?"

"Does it matter?" Remy said.  "If YOU'RE there, it'll be a big fire anyway."

"How very true…" said St. John thoughtfully.

"We don't want to be late!" said Tootie when she noticed that no one was making a move any time soon.

"We don't?" Wanda said, looking annoyed.

"One of you has to hold my hand on the way down, one of you has to sit on my lap when we get there, one of you has to hold my hand on the way back and the other has to fall asleep on me!!" Tootie decreed.

"Since we're already halfway there, Remy'll hold your hand." Remy said, grabbing Tootie's hand.

"HURRAY!!" cheered Tootie.  "I still have a free hand just in case anyone wants it!"

"You're actually going along with this?" St. John said to Remy as they all started walking since no one took Tootie up on her offer.

"Remy figure if he humor her now, she'll leave him alone later." Remy answered.

"Well, I figure that if you humor her now then she'll think you like her and keep annoying you when the three of us refuse her." St. John pointed out.  "If I were you I would…hey!  It's the campfire!"