"WELCOME!!!" said Smack happily. "I'll cut right to the chase. I hear there's been a bit of tension between some of your comrades so we're going to choose NEW groups at complete random so NO ONE will get their feelings hurt!"
"Three cheers!!" exclaimed Fruitie.
Everyone kind of ignored him. In fact, Smack looked a bit perturbed that Fruitie had interrupted him so…FRUITLESSLY!!! HAW HAW HAW!!! I love puns. Especially when they're bad and no one laughs except for the people who feel bad for the person who made the bad pun. Hint hint.
"Well, I'm glad to say that I have already took the liberty of randomly choosing the names and creating new groups!" Smack declared as he held up a sheet of paper. "Now for the moment of truth! Everybody ready?"
"WE'RE READY SMACK!!!" screamed Tootie and Fruitie. Pietro screamed it too. A few other people did but they will not be specified.
"All right…" said Smack slowly, going for a dramatic effect. "From now on, Lance Olvers, ("It's ALVERS!!" yelled Lance) Remy LeBeau, Pietro Maximoff and Catherine Pryde will be in The Carrots with Tootie! That leaves Kurt Wagner, Scott Summers, St. John Allerdyce and Wanda Maximoff to make up The Birds with Fruitie."
Tootie was secretly cheering on the inside because she was happy with her new group. She got to keep Pietro who was definitely her favorite. She got the OTHER girl which made her happy because Wanda was kind of a psychopath even though she was a bit disappointed that she didn't get to have twins in her group anymore. She also got to hold onto Remy whom she preferred over St. John. St. John was loud and red and obnoxious. Plus, she could hardly understand half the things he said because of his accent. But she still didn't hate him. No siree. As for this Lance Olvers kid… yeah, she was indifferent about him.
Fruitie was smiling stupidly since he didn't really care WHO he got, as long as he got some kids to frolic with!! He was glad he got to keep Kurt so he could learn some more German but other than that, it didn't matter to him.
"All right, everyone head back to your cabins!" Smack said suddenly. "I already moved all your stuff to the correct places so don't worry your little heads about doing it yourselves! So get moving!"
And with that, Smack booted the group out the door. Not literally. He actually…well, YES literally.
Everyone was escorted back to their cabins that they would be staying in from now on unless the groups get changed AGAIN.
"All right, Birds!" said Fruitie excitedly as his new group of Kurt, Scott, Wanda and St. John entered the cabin. "We're going to cleanse ourselves and then take a nap!"
"A NAP?!" St. John yelled in an appalled tone.
"At least I'm not with my stupid brother anymore." Wanda said as if nothing would make her happier. And you know what? Nothing probably would. Unless she were to kill Magneto. AND Pietro.
"Now you all climb into your little beds and I will go into my bedroom and hit they hay." Said Fruitie as he entered his room and closed the door behind him only after changing into his David the Gnome pajamas and kissing his teddy goodnight.
"So he's not going to offer to help put on our pajamas or demand to kiss us goodnight or even make sure we're even going to bed?" asked Wanda in a surprised tone.
"No." said Kurt. "He tends to just assume that we're all teenagers or adults."
"Which we are." Scott made sure to add.
"Yes." Said Kurt. "Yes we are."
"I don't need a nap." Said St. John. "I'm too old for one by about fifteen years. Does Fruitie lock the door like Tootie does?"
"Heh…Tootie Fruitie…" chuckled Scott warmly. Then he coughed cleared his throat. "Yes. He locks the doors unfortunately."
"Not that locked doors are a problem or anything!" Kurt announced as if they would forget that he could teleport if he didn't remind them.
"Oh right!" said St. John. "I forgot about that!"
"Escaping will be a lot easier with YOU." Said Wanda as she looked right at Kurt.
"But if we escape, we'll be kicked out of the X-Men and you guys will be kicked out of YOUR teams!" Kurt said.
St. John and Wanda looked at each other before shrugging flamboyantly.
"Oh shucks." Said St. John.
"Well, I refuse!" said Scott. "Being kicked out of Professor Xavier's X-Men is my worst nightmare!"
"I have an utterly random question that's just been plaguing me." Said St. John to Scott.
"And what's that?" asked Scott with interest.
"Are you called the 'X-Men' because Professor Xavier thought it would be cool to name an entire group of 'men' after him because his name begins with an X or is there some sort of secret to the name that only you guys know?" St. John asked.
"Um…I never thought of that before…" said Scott as he scratched his chin.
Meanwhile, in the other cabin…
After Tootie made sure that everyone was in their beds and comfortable and didn't need any water or kisses goodnight, she walked into her own room where she left the door a crack open so she could make sure that no one died while she wasn't there to supervise.
"Have a good nap!" she said before she left.
"What's left of it…" said Lance as he thought about half of the hour being wasted by Tootie's need to check everything.
"Get used to 'dat." Said Remy. "You'll have to deal with it EVERYWHERE."
"Well at least you didn't have the perverted male counselor that seemed to enjoy the company of little boys a bit too much." Said Kitty.
"As if YOU'RE a little boy!" Lance said.
"Remy t'ink Tootie was da same way." Said Remy. "Remy don't know whether to believe him or not but St. John been sayin' 'dat Tootie been feelin' him up and lookin' at him in inappropriate places."
"We were there." Said Lance. "She looked down the back of his bathing suit, right?"
"That's still a little weird." Said Kitty. "I would never do that to the kids I was babysitting. Especially without permission!"
"Hey guys!" Pietro whined. "I'm trying to sleep but you are being too loud!"
"Oh and dere's da little matter of Pietro." Said Remy. "He t'inks he's actually four or five or whatever."
"Hey stop talking about me behind my back!" Pietro cried.
"We're not." Said Lance. "You're right here."
"Yeah but you're talking about me as if I'm not even here!" whined Pietro.
"So?" said Kitty.
"I don't LIKE it!" Pietro continued to whine and then began sniffling.
"Stop that." Said Remy since it obviously offended him.
"You're all so mean to me." Pietro pulled out of nowhere even though it was somewhat true to an extent.
"Be quiet." Remy said as he started kicking Pietro's bed since Remy is, after all, lying in the bunk bed below him.
"Hey!!" Pietro yelled. "I can't sleep if you're kicking my bed!!"
At the sound of any hint of commotion, the door to Tootie's room flew open.
"What's going on here?!" she said dramatically.
"They're all making fun of me!" wailed Pietro.
"That's not true!" Kitty said defensively. "I didn't say anything!"
"Neither did I!" Lance said.
"Remy either." Remy said even though it was a lie.
Meanwhile, with the Birds…
"So which is the way home?" Wanda said as she tromped down the path. Everyone kind of hesitantly followed after her.
"Why do you suddenly want to go home?" asked Kurt.
"Suddenly?!" Wanda yelled. "I've wanted to go home this whole time! I can't stand being here another minute!"
"Look!!" St. John yelled. "Smack's starting the camp fire over there on the beach!! Do you think they're making s'mores?!"
Everyone stared at him.
"You're still red." Said Scott. "When are you not going to be red anymore?"
"I DON'T KNOW!!!" yelled St. John probably at the top of his lungs. Maybe even ABOVE his lungs.
"Let's go check out the campfire!" said Kurt.
"Or lack of campfire." Said Wanda. "Smack is having a REALLY hard time getting it started."
"I could help him." Said St. John. All four of the smidgits made their way down to where Smack was having an ever so hard time starting the fire. There was no one there quite yet since campfire time didn't start for a little while.
"What are you four doing here?" asked Smack. "Shouldn't you be napping?"
The four stared at him blankly.
"We thought you might need help with the campfire." Said St. John.
"OH HURRAH!!" cheered Smack as he completely forgot about all his morals and ethics and values. "I always appreciate the help from my campers!"
"I'm very good at helping." Said St. John.
The other three were still processing the situation. Remy wasn't there to be quick for them.
"Wait…" started Scott suddenly as he scratched his chin. "This just doesn't seem right for some reason…"
"I can't even seem to get it to spark!" Smack explained.
"Not even one LITTLE spark?" St. John asked.
"Well…no." Smack said with a shrug.
"I'm really good at striking matches." St. John said.
"I don't know about that." Said Smack. "I can't allow you to play with matches at your young and tender age."
"Hey!!" said Kurt, shaking Scott around to get his undivided attention. "He shouldn't be near fire!"
"Oh right!" said Scott, grabbing St. John. As Smack just kind of stood there in a very immature fashion, Scott dragged St. John off and the other two followed.
"NOOOOOO!!" St. John said, reaching his hands out for the campfire. "Fire! I'm going into withdrawal!"
"That took longer than it should have." Said Kurt to Scott.
"I didn't see you processing to very fast." Scott pointed out.
"I knew it all along." Said Wanda.
"Why didn't you say anything?" asked Scott.
"Because I was hoping that maybe he would kill Smack and burn this whole camp down." Wanda answered.
"I WOULD have." St. John assured her. "But it's too late now. Unless… Wanda! You hold them down and I'll run back and burn stuff!!"
"No." said Wanda. "You would clearly enjoy it too much."
"Aww…" said St. John sadly as if he couldn't possibly argue with that kind of statement.
"Besides, we're leaving now." Wanda decided.
"We're in our pajamas!" Kurt said.
"You're right…" said Wanda, looking down at her pink sleepers. "Why did I put THESE on?!"
"I'M not wearing pajamas." Said St. John proudly.
"Yeah, that's because you were afraid of them." Scott reminded him.
"Did you see that monkey?!" St. John yelled.
"Well, I guess there won't be any harm in changing." Said Wanda. "As if my clothes are any better than this."
The four went back to the cabin.
"Everyone be very quiet so that Fruitie doesn't wake up…" Kurt started but suddenly, Fruitie flung his door open.
"You kids ready to go to the campfire?!" he asked excitedly.
Meanwhile, with the Carrots…
"We have to go to ANOTHER campfire?" groaned Lance.
"The campfire is FUN!" Tootie exclaimed. "Now everyone get dressed! Pietro, I arranged with Fruitie ahead of time what he would dress Wanda in so you two can wear the same thing again!"
"YAY!!" cheered Pietro.
"Remy remembers what happened at da LAST campfire he was at." Remy said, reminiscing about how he had to baby-sit St. John as he put on some kind of crazy outfit that you can imagine. No, strike that. It had the Incredible Hulk fighting Spider Man on it. "Guess he's gonna have to go through dat again."
"Is there anything in my wardrobe that doesn't have ponies or rainbows or Barbie on it?!" Kitty yelled, turning her bag upside down and dumping it on the floor. After rummaging through the pile for a moment, she finally emerged with a purple shirt. "Butterflies!"
Lance had just finished clothing himself with the black shirt with the male Power Rangers on it. He didn't mind. He actually liked it. He wanted to be Tommy and Kitty could be Kimberly and they could go out on dates and save the world together. But Kimberly wasn't on the shirt. Only Zack, Jason, Tommy and Billy. It was okay though since girls have cooties anyway.
So then they went down to the campfire where they, unsurprisingly enough, met up with the Carrots!!! It seems kind of ludicrous that they split up in the first place, doesn't it?
