"Fruitie and I are going to call out something like…'If you have blue eyes!'" Tootie explained.  "If you have blue eyes, you have to run out and grab the ball and throw it into the net that is across from you!  It'll be the Carrots versus the Birds!  Everyone get on each side of the field!"

The teams felt compelled to separate just then.

"We are SO going to win!" said Scott as he got in the ready position.

"But they've got Pietro!" said Lance.  "He's so fast!  And he's got really good reaction time!"

"But you guys have ME!" said Kurt proudly.  "And I'm faster."

"But you don't have really good reaction time." Lance pointed out.  "You hear something and have to process it before you realize what you have to do.  Pietro hears something and then does it.  He practically processes it before he even hears it!"

"Besides, you can't go teleporting around in front of Tootie and Fruitie." Kitty pointed out.

"Is everyone ready?!" Fruitie said.  "The first one is…anyone who was NOT born in the United States!"

"You're going DOWN Blue Boy!!" yelled St. John.  "I'm gonna get it!  I'm gonna get it!!"

"Then get it!!" Wanda yelled, pushing St. John towards the ball.

"Okay…no teleporting…" Kurt said as he got down on all fours and started running to the ball.

"KURT!!!" yelled Scott.  "THAT'S ABNORMAL!!"

Kurt stopped.  "Oh right…" he said, standing up.

"GO GO GO!!" cheered the Carrots as St. John ran up to the ball…and then ran right by it.  "NO!!  STOP!!"

"You were confusing me!!" St. John yelled back at them as he went over to pick up the ball but accidentally kicked it in the direction of his own goal.  "Oops… wrong way!"

"You have to pick it up!" Pietro said, jumping up and down.  Everyone could tell that if he had it his way, the ball would already be in the net and Fruitie or Tootie would be calling out the next thing.

"This is a lot harder than it looks!" said St. John as he picked the ball up and turned around only to crash into Kurt.

"Hey!" Kurt yelled.  "Watch where you're going!"

"You're the one who ran into ME!" St. John yelled as he stood up, looked around spotted a goal and then hurled the ball into it.  "YES!  SCORE ONE FOR US!"

"No you IDIOT!" yelled Wanda.  "That was OUR goal!"

"You don't have to congratulate me." Said St. John with a laugh.

"YEAH KURT!!" cheered the Birds.

"Um…good job guys." Said Tootie.  "Johnny, we're shooting towards THAT goal."

"No kidding." Said St. John.

"Well…okay…" said Tootie with a shrug.  "Hey!  Remy!  How come you didn't go out just then?  Aren't you from France?"

"Maybe he is…maybe he isn't." said Remy.  "Let's just say…he didn't feel like it.  Besides, Remy's Cajun and was born in Louisiana."

"Um…all right." Said Tootie.  "Next category!  Fruitie, you have an idea?"

"DO I?!" Fruitie said with a laugh.  "Go out if your last name starts with an 'A'!"

"All right!" St. John cheered running out again as his entire team groaned.

"Heh heh…" Lance chuckled as he balled his hand into a fist.  "I won't lose to you!"

Suddenly, the world began shaking and everyone fell on their butts.  Everyone.  Even Tootie and Fruitie. 

"That's cheating!!" yelled Pietro.

"Yeah!" St. John yelled.

"Was that an earthquake?" asked Tootie to Fruitie.

"I think it was." Said Fruitie.  "But it was just a little one."

"What if it comes back?"

"Earthquakes don't come back."

Lance ran over to the ball and picked it up just as St. John had time to recombobulate himself.  Lance ran over to the goal and was just about to throw it into the net when St. John came and jumped him from behind by grabbing his legs.

"Ha HA!!" St. John said as he sat up and laughed at Lance.  "You dropped the ball!"

"Yeah but you didn't pick it up!" Lance pointed out as he leapt for the ball.

"It's MINE!!" St. John yelled, grabbing the ball.  Lance and St. John then engaged themselves in an exhilarating game of tug-o-war until finally, since St. John was in a standing up position and he has FIVE year old motor skills, won the ball from Lance.  He turned around a few times and spotted the closest goal and then threw the ball into the net.

"ARGH!!" groaned the Carrots.

"YEAH!!" cheered St. John.

"Does he know which way he's supposed to be going?" Fruitie whispered to Tootie.

"Obviously not." Tootie said, rolling her eyes.  "Johnny, you know, of course, that the goal that you're trying to get the ball in is over there where the other team is, right?"

"Right." St. John said.

"Then next time, put the ball in THAT net." Tootie instructed.

St. John looked confused.  "…Okay…" he said as if Tootie was being stupid.

"Why don't you go this time, Tootie?" Fruitie suggested.

"All right!" said Tootie.  "Go out if your name is two syllables!"

Everyone took a second to count the number of syllables in their respected names.  When the counting was over, Remy, St. John, Wanda and Kitty ran out.

"Yeah!" St. John cheered.  "I've gone out ALL three times!!"

"It's three against one, you guys." Said Wanda as she glared at Remy and St. John.  "We WON'T lose this."

"We shouldn't." said Remy confidently.

"So just don't lose this for me." Said Wanda.

"Remy don't think he's to worry about." Said Remy.

"What?!" Wanda demanded.  "Are you saying that the one who could potentially lose this game is ME?!"

"Remy never said dat." Said Remy.  "He just said dat he won't lose it."

"But you were implying…"

"Nothing." Said Remy.  "Remy was implying nothing."

"YAY!!" came a few cheers from the background.  Wanda a Remy turned around to see St. John triumphantly walking toward them.

"Have no fear guys!" he said proudly.  "I scored with NO trouble!"

"Yeah!" called Kitty in a teasing voice.  "On the wrong goal AGAIN!!"

"He should play for OUR team!" Scott laughed as he slapped Kurt five.

"Look." Said Wanda, grabbing St. John's collar and pulling him aside.  "We are trying to throw that ball into THAT net.  Over there.  You see where the other group is?  We want that ball over there.  Got it?"

"Duh." Said St. John.

"Just don't get it wrong again, okay?" Wanda said threateningly.

"Okay!" said Tootie.

"Can I go out this time?" Pietro asked impatiently.  "I haven't gotten a turn to go out yet!!"

"You'll get a turn, don't worry!" said Tootie, patting Pietro on the head.

"How about…everyone whose name is five letters or less!" Fruitie yelled out.

Everyone counted up the letters in their names until finally, Remy, Wanda and the entire Birds Team ran out to get the ball.

"You said I was going to get a turn!" Pietro yelled angrily.

"And what's with NOT sending me out?!" St. John demanded.  "S-T-period-space-J-O-H-N.  That's EIGHT letters!"

"It's just the luck of the draw, boys!" said Fruitie in the most basketish tone he could muster.  Of course, he wasn't mustering this tone intentionally, he was just mustering it.

"I will not lose!" Scott yelled as if that were his battle cry.  He sprinted as hard as he could toward the ball, not caring who got in his way.  He pushed down people on his team, as well as people on the other team.  He NEEDED that ball.  The ball was in close range but just as he bent down to pick up the ball he spotted a pair of shoes.  Slowly, he scanned the owner of the shoes only to see Remy.  He stood up, clutching the ball tightly.

"You want da goal?" Remy said.  "You gotta get by Remy first."

"There's only room for big kid in THIS field!" Scott declared.

"Must Remy remind you…" Remy said in the feh tone.  "Remy a lot older dan you.  A lot older dan our current sizes suggest."

"Yeah but in case you haven't noticed, I'm the one holding the ball." Said Scott with a smirk.

"Not for long." Said Remy.

There was a split screen effect that cut the screen down the middle diagonally.  On one side were Remy's crazy eyes and on the other side were Scott's insane sunglasses covered eyes.  They both glared at each other (though you couldn't tell with Scott) as dramatic music began playing.

Without warning, Remy ducked down and swung his leg out and tripped Scott.  Scott fell to the ground but caught himself and flipped up to his feet only to jump up in the air and deliver a jump kick aimed for Remy's face.

With his quick reflexes and remarkable agility, Remy was able to bend over backwards and avoid Scott's kick.  His hands touched the ground and he used his momentum of climbing up Scott's body to flip over. 

Scott saw right through this and grabbed Remy's foot right before it reached his face and tossed him forward.  Remy landed and stared at Scott dramatically.

"You have skills." Said Remy as he wiped the blood from his mouth.  "Rookie."

"Heh…" Scott laughed.  "Ready to give up?"

"Never."

"Well then let's go!" Scott declared as he and Remy were just about to start up again when Tootie and Fruitie ran out, each grabbing their own appointed child that was in their group.  They both looked INCREDIBLY disappointed and distressed.

"I can't believe you would do something like that!" Fruitie said to Scott.  "You KNOW how much I hate violence!"

"I do?" Scott said in a baffled tone.

"Remy, you're always starting fights and controversies!" Tootie said as she pulled out a handkerchief and started wiping the blood of Remy's face.

"HE started it!" Remy said, pointing at Scott and trying to pull away from Tootie at the same time.

"I think we should end this game." Said Fruitie.  "It confuses the kids and is incredibly dangerous."

"WHAT?!" yelled Pietro.  "NO!!  I WANT A TURN!!!"

Tootie felt really bad for Pietro since she couldn't help but peg him as her favorite since he was the only one who seemed to like her.  Or even be able to tolerate her for that matter.

"All right, one more round." Said Tootie as she put the ball down.  "Everyone whose name starts with a 'P'!"

"That's ME!" Pietro yelled as he zipped out at light speed, grabbed it and heaved it into his goal before Tootie could even say, 'That's right, little fella!'

"That kid is FAST." Said Fruitie in a dumbfounded voice.  Tootie was at a loss for words.

"Good job, stupid brother." Said Wanda as Pietro walked back over to his group with a proud expression on.  "That was about as abnormal as it gets.  They're probably suspecting mutants by now."

"We got another point!" St. John cheered.

"Well, I guess that is a LITTLE cool…" said Wanda reluctantly.  "Though I wish that someone ELSE got the point."

"I got three." Said St. John.

"No you didn't." said Remy.

"Technically I did." Said St. John.

"No, technically you threw the ball and successfully got it into one of the nets that just so happen to not be OUR net." Said Remy.

St. John stared at Remy with a confused expression on his face.

"Never mind…" Remy said, rolling his eyes.

"All right!!" said Tootie.  "Everyone come in!"  All the 'kids' ran in from their positions to where Tootie and Fruitie were waiting.

"We're going to split up our regular groups again and go our separate ways to our own activities." Fruitie explained.

"The Carrots, please follow me to tie-dye!" Tootie exclaimed.

"As for the Birds, we're heading to candle making!" Fruitie finished.

As the Carrots walked away from the Birds, the last thing they heard was Scott excitedly exclaim, 'Candle making?!  No way!!"