Chapter 4:
Back at the Xavier Mansion, our beloved friends were having a post-battle slumber party in the Professor's chambers. Everyone had agreed to dress in pajamas and bring any food they could find including pickles, beans, cheese and HOT DOGS. Because this time, they chose to settle their argument in favor of our favourite meat product (thanks, DumpGirl, for teaching us the wonders of hot dogs ;-) ) Ahem, anyway, as we previoulsy mentioned, everyone recovered their energy, and with renewed vigor, dressed in their favourite pajamas for the slumber party.
Miss Cleah's pajamas where bright red (to match her hair) with scattered yellow zodiac signs that symbolized death.
Right behind her was Playdoh, who's neon green pajamas contrasted beautifully with his blue skin, bringing out his animal magnetism, as DumpGirl later was overjoyed to point out to everyone ("HEY EVERYBODY! HAVE YA'LL NOTICED, LIKE, HOW PLAYDOH'S PAJAMAS TOTALLY BRING OUT HIS ANIMAL MAGNETISM!")
Mr. Poop was wearing cowboy pajamas, and it dosen't take a rocket scientist to figure out why. He wanted to be a cowboy (YEE-HAW!)
After him entered Rough Ryder, who was wearing a really cute matching Barney outfit (what? whatcha staring at?) and DumpGirl, who just wore what she had previously bought at the lingerie store, STILL in hopes of seducing PlayDoh. Poor girl, will she ever realize he's not interested in her?! The answer: nope, how else would there be any kind of plot? duuh!
Q-Tip and Joanna where last to enter, arm in arm, Q-Tip in his lucky wrestling boxers, and Joanna in an apron and chef hat which she thought made her look as sizzling as cinnamon and as hot as wasabi!
Once they where all there, they gathered on the Professor's pink fuzzy bed (along with the Professor of course, who was dressed in matching Barbie apparel) and decided to play truth or dare.
DUN DUN DUUUNNNN!
"I go first!" announced Rough Ryder "Okay, DumpGirl, truth or dare?" "Like, what does that mean?" "Uh, if you say truth, that means you have to TRUTHFULLY answer one of my questions, or if you say dare, you have to do something i tell you to do" "Ooh, sounds like fun, like I totally pick truth! That sounds like, so much easier!" "Okay, here's the question: do you like Playdoh?"
DumpGirl visibly blushed at the question but proceeded to regain her composure "Um, like, no way!" she said "Oh please" started Miss Cleah, rolling her eyes "SOMEONE'S in denial!" "Denial ain't just a river in Egypt" quoted Rough Ryder "Heeey, I know what that place is!" giggled DumpGirl "Dosen't it, like, have a ton of Eiffel Towers in the middle of the desert?" "Um...do you mean, pyramids?" questioned a really confused Rough Ryder "Yeah, whatever, same thing" said Dump Girl "Hey guys, can we get on with the game?" asked a very anxious Professor, who was throughly anticipating the next question.
"Okay!" squeaked DumpGirl excitedly "it's my turn! Professor, truth or dare?" "Uh...truth...i guess...." "Alrighty!" she said, and then pointed to his Barbie T-shirt "Is that your real name?" This caused, several people in the room to hit their heads against the bedposts in total frustration "Um...no" answered the Professor, dissapointed she hadn't asked something more personal "my real name is Miriam" he added, hanging his head. He quickly regained his cheerful mood, however, when he though of a good dare to inflict on his next "victim" "PlayDoh, I dare you to do a pole dance!"
PlayDoh, who had been dozing off throughout the entire party, at hearing those words, suddenly sprung awake, and jumped 5 feet into the air in total surprise, hitting his head against the fat purple teddy bear hanging from the ceiling. "You heard me PlayDoh!" "But...but..." "No buts!" shouted DumpGirl, obviously very pleased with the Professors idea and was already set with a digital camera and tripod.
Amidst of all confusion, the teens had failed to notice that the authors where once again spying on them through a an extendable telescope from inside of the Professor's SSC or...Super Secret Closet, with the intent of crashing the party....those party poopers (no pun intended, Mr. Poop....actually....pun intended)
"Yo Gerty, is it time yet?" questioned Kurt who was starting to get bored flipping through the Professors SPM's...or rather...Secret Porno Magazines.
"I'd say" answered Gertrude, who was busy watching a very embarassed PlayDoh getting teased by his companions, as she noisily munched on a Snickers bar. "Hey, can I have some of that?" Kurt asked hopefully, dropping the last of the magazines with a look of pure disgust on his face. "You wish" retorded a very smug Gertrude, as she took a bigger bite "Fine" huffed Kurt "then I'll just have to find something to do...like...crash this pathetic shin dig!" And with that, he burst out of the closet (no enuendos or references intended) and, holding up a large glow in the dark stop sign, announced that the party was over as Gertrude rollerskated around the room holding up a "not for sale" sign.
Everyone pouted and returned to their rooms, and eventually feel asleep...how exciting...until....they suddenly heard a shrill scream from the Professor's room! Oooohhh...cliffhanger!
__________________ TO BE CONTINUED....
Back at the Xavier Mansion, our beloved friends were having a post-battle slumber party in the Professor's chambers. Everyone had agreed to dress in pajamas and bring any food they could find including pickles, beans, cheese and HOT DOGS. Because this time, they chose to settle their argument in favor of our favourite meat product (thanks, DumpGirl, for teaching us the wonders of hot dogs ;-) ) Ahem, anyway, as we previoulsy mentioned, everyone recovered their energy, and with renewed vigor, dressed in their favourite pajamas for the slumber party.
Miss Cleah's pajamas where bright red (to match her hair) with scattered yellow zodiac signs that symbolized death.
Right behind her was Playdoh, who's neon green pajamas contrasted beautifully with his blue skin, bringing out his animal magnetism, as DumpGirl later was overjoyed to point out to everyone ("HEY EVERYBODY! HAVE YA'LL NOTICED, LIKE, HOW PLAYDOH'S PAJAMAS TOTALLY BRING OUT HIS ANIMAL MAGNETISM!")
Mr. Poop was wearing cowboy pajamas, and it dosen't take a rocket scientist to figure out why. He wanted to be a cowboy (YEE-HAW!)
After him entered Rough Ryder, who was wearing a really cute matching Barney outfit (what? whatcha staring at?) and DumpGirl, who just wore what she had previously bought at the lingerie store, STILL in hopes of seducing PlayDoh. Poor girl, will she ever realize he's not interested in her?! The answer: nope, how else would there be any kind of plot? duuh!
Q-Tip and Joanna where last to enter, arm in arm, Q-Tip in his lucky wrestling boxers, and Joanna in an apron and chef hat which she thought made her look as sizzling as cinnamon and as hot as wasabi!
Once they where all there, they gathered on the Professor's pink fuzzy bed (along with the Professor of course, who was dressed in matching Barbie apparel) and decided to play truth or dare.
DUN DUN DUUUNNNN!
"I go first!" announced Rough Ryder "Okay, DumpGirl, truth or dare?" "Like, what does that mean?" "Uh, if you say truth, that means you have to TRUTHFULLY answer one of my questions, or if you say dare, you have to do something i tell you to do" "Ooh, sounds like fun, like I totally pick truth! That sounds like, so much easier!" "Okay, here's the question: do you like Playdoh?"
DumpGirl visibly blushed at the question but proceeded to regain her composure "Um, like, no way!" she said "Oh please" started Miss Cleah, rolling her eyes "SOMEONE'S in denial!" "Denial ain't just a river in Egypt" quoted Rough Ryder "Heeey, I know what that place is!" giggled DumpGirl "Dosen't it, like, have a ton of Eiffel Towers in the middle of the desert?" "Um...do you mean, pyramids?" questioned a really confused Rough Ryder "Yeah, whatever, same thing" said Dump Girl "Hey guys, can we get on with the game?" asked a very anxious Professor, who was throughly anticipating the next question.
"Okay!" squeaked DumpGirl excitedly "it's my turn! Professor, truth or dare?" "Uh...truth...i guess...." "Alrighty!" she said, and then pointed to his Barbie T-shirt "Is that your real name?" This caused, several people in the room to hit their heads against the bedposts in total frustration "Um...no" answered the Professor, dissapointed she hadn't asked something more personal "my real name is Miriam" he added, hanging his head. He quickly regained his cheerful mood, however, when he though of a good dare to inflict on his next "victim" "PlayDoh, I dare you to do a pole dance!"
PlayDoh, who had been dozing off throughout the entire party, at hearing those words, suddenly sprung awake, and jumped 5 feet into the air in total surprise, hitting his head against the fat purple teddy bear hanging from the ceiling. "You heard me PlayDoh!" "But...but..." "No buts!" shouted DumpGirl, obviously very pleased with the Professors idea and was already set with a digital camera and tripod.
Amidst of all confusion, the teens had failed to notice that the authors where once again spying on them through a an extendable telescope from inside of the Professor's SSC or...Super Secret Closet, with the intent of crashing the party....those party poopers (no pun intended, Mr. Poop....actually....pun intended)
"Yo Gerty, is it time yet?" questioned Kurt who was starting to get bored flipping through the Professors SPM's...or rather...Secret Porno Magazines.
"I'd say" answered Gertrude, who was busy watching a very embarassed PlayDoh getting teased by his companions, as she noisily munched on a Snickers bar. "Hey, can I have some of that?" Kurt asked hopefully, dropping the last of the magazines with a look of pure disgust on his face. "You wish" retorded a very smug Gertrude, as she took a bigger bite "Fine" huffed Kurt "then I'll just have to find something to do...like...crash this pathetic shin dig!" And with that, he burst out of the closet (no enuendos or references intended) and, holding up a large glow in the dark stop sign, announced that the party was over as Gertrude rollerskated around the room holding up a "not for sale" sign.
Everyone pouted and returned to their rooms, and eventually feel asleep...how exciting...until....they suddenly heard a shrill scream from the Professor's room! Oooohhh...cliffhanger!
__________________ TO BE CONTINUED....