By the time we got home, several people were extremely shiny, not all of them Xmen. The brotherhood had still been eating outside when we had left. Priya was in the process of glittering Andy and she caught their movement out of the corner of her eye. An even eviler grin spread across her already wicked face. Jenn and I got equally wicked looks and took out our glitters as well. Andy seemed to know what we were thinking and pulled from his pocket his own bottle of glitter that he kept around for "defense" purposes.

The three of us girls had enough spare glitter for everyone else to have a bottle as well. The brotherhood never knew what hit them. One minute they were peacefully enjoying their lunches (or in Toad's case, catsup), the next, they were covered in itchy, smelly, yet wonderfully shiny glitter. Toad gave a horribly girly shriek much akin to one of Andy's and began hopping about frantically screaming something about being too clean.

Staci, Liz, and Kitty had cornered the blob.

"There's so much to glitter!" Staci said, drooling from the prospects of all the glitteration. The blob whimpered.

Andy and Dan were taking on Stalker Dan. "What kind of a guy carries around women's beauty products?" Andy looked about shiftily. Then he looked at the glitter bottle in his hand. A few seconds later, Stalker Dan was covered in 'Sassy starberry', whimpering.

Andy stood over him gloating. "Who's manly now?"

Priya rolled some glitter on his arm. He squeaked. "Definitely not you." Good Dan started laughing at him. Priya rolled some on his arm too and he squeaked nearly as high pitched. "Or you."

"Oh dedia, stop torturing the boys. You know they can't help it."

"Fine, Perhaps I should torment you instead, pathetic mortal. But you must say Por Favor first." She said, rolling all her 'R's perfectly, and looking pointedly at me.

"Hey! That's not fair! I can roll my 'R's too! Sort of…watch!" I made a sort of blowy 'yuh' sound. Priya laughed to me. I stuck my tongue out to her. Andy rolled his tongue to me. I threw a handful of glitter lotion to him. Andy screamed to everyone. (Winks to all)

Jenn stepped in at this point before things got too violent and pointed out that if we didn't return to mass glitter-torturation, the brotherhood would recover what little wits they had and run away.

Priya skipped away to glitter Pietro and good Dan and Andy went back to lathering Dan in sparkilyness. Jenn and I decided that Dan and Andy needed to be shiny as well, since most the rest the brotherhood were being glittered by Liz, Kitty, Staci, Evan, and Kurt. Their shrieks of displeasure filled the air. After another couple of minutes, the manager came out and yelled to us {;) that we were scaring normal people again, so we went home.

When we pulled in the driveway, the first thing we saw was Logan, standing tense and quiet, sniffing the air. Something else seemed different too, though I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

"What's he doing?" Andy asked, perplexed. Logan gave one final sniff, then darted for a huge oak tree to his right. He scaled it like a cat. He got to a knothole halfway up. He started sniffing again, and then cautiously reached his hand inside.

A huge squirrel leapt out at him and they both fell out of the tree. Logan threw it and it jumped back at him as he just barely dodged.

By now we had gotten out of the car and were staring with a morbid kind of fascination. "You need some help?" Dan asked causiously.

"No, I got it." Logan said, unsheathing his claws.

My horrible little motherly instinct kicked in. "Don't hurt it! Its just a poor little defenseless squirrel." The thing growled menacingly. "What did it ever do to you?"

"It stole my hair gel!"

There was a long pause in which Logan got bit by the squirrel.

That's what was different. His hair was almost normal. He would have looked a whole lot less scary because of it, if he hadn't been waving his claws around.

"Can't you just buy more?" Liz asked.

"It comes all the way from Canada!"

"Canada?" My eyes lit up. "They speak French there!"

"Yeah I know, the bottle was from Quebec. I think it even had French on it."

Andy rolled his eyes as I gave a high pitched squeal. "Oh great, now you've done it."

"FRENCH!" Some primary, language loving instinct overrode the motherliness. I scaled the tree myself and used my slight telekinesis to ward off the squirrel as I reached inside and puled out the sacred hair gel. My eyes widened as I saw "Gel des cheveux".

"Can I have my gel back now? I need to fix my hair!"

I glared at him angrily, since he was interrupting me from my precious French. I growled at him. The look in my eye made him back away slowly.

"It's best not to bother her when she's like this." Andy explained expertly.

"I just wanna fix my hair!" Logan said, whimpering.

"You can borrow some of mine." Evan told him. A wide smile spread across his face. "I can fix your hair!" Logan looked even more upset. I was still busy cooing over my precious French.

The next time I saw Logan, his hair was Pink and spiked in a mohawk like fasion. Andy gave me his French workbook to distract me enough to get the gel away. Of course, then I wouldn't give up that.

"But I need to do my homework!" My eyes brightened.

"I'll do it!"

"What have I done now?" Subsequently, Andy ended up getting a better grade on his homework than if he had done it himself.