While the Adults are Away
By Todd Fan
Disclaimer: "Ha ha ha! Oh, I get it. You thought you could outsmart me, man; you thought you could just shrink the Tiki Man down and I wouldn't notice. Well, guess what, Wayne? I NOTICED!!!!!!!! "
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Oh yes my faithfull readers, be prepared for another tie-in-place from Teacher Training. May it bring back fond memories. Chrissie9 - Audrey I and II are both characters from the movie/musical/movie musical 'Little Shop Of Horrors'. I made a parody of the last one called 'Little Shop of Mutants' ;)
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Chapter 8 - War of the weedoll
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"At LEAST let me put some ice on it".
"No!".
Jean gave a heavy sigh, putting her hands on her hips and giving Sam a disaproving look. His left eye had been swollen shut, the skin around it a rather unhealthy purple colour. Apparently, a phobia Sam had never let on to anyone was that he disliked people touching his eyes. In fact, he was downright terrified of it.
"Well, you're going to the Optitians", said Scott, picking at his plaster- cast-arm.
"STOP PICKING AT IT!", yelled Jean, making Scott flinch, before she looked at Sam, "yep, you need to get that looked at".
"Nope, not going", said Sam, crossing his arms, "a'hll be fine, see? A'h can open it a bit already".
With that he tried to force is eyes open, it did so, revealing a tiny gap before Sam winced and clsoed it again.
"It's okay to be scared of Optitians", said Jean, "i'm afraid of the dentist"
"A'hm not afraid of Obtitians!", said Sam, "what a'hm afraid of is having BIG HUGE NEEDLES POKED INTO MA'H EYE!!".
It was then that a phone was thrust in front of his face by Tabby, who had a big smug grin on her face. Sam blinked his good eye and took the phone.
"Hello?", he said, "oh...Ma'...hi..yes, but....but...a'h know...yes...y'see...ohh...ok...yes ma'...Love you too.....ugh...promise...bye".
Sam put the phone down before giving Tabby a dark look.
"That was low".
"Yes, it was", said Tabby, "but a GOOD Southern boy like you would NEVER break a promise to his mother..would you?".
Sam gave a defeated groan, banging his head on the table.
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Meanwhile, up in Ororo's attic, Kurt had taken Sam's affliction as a blessing and was setting up his Weedoll bomb in a dark corner of the room, chuckling evily to himself. Unknown to him, two other people were in the room at that time as well. X23 and Ray had taken the game up to the one place they figured they'd have peace and quiet. No. Such. Luck.
"And through the fireblock of Cintahanak i go", said X23 proudly, proceeding to the next level in the game, "i'm beating you".
"Don't get so cocky", warned Ray, "i still have my Usling Harp....i'm not out of the race yet".
X23 paused, sniffing the air.
"What?", asked Ray blinking before sniffing under his arms, "it's not me, i swear".
"Nightcrawler", said X23 with a growl, "and some kind of... *sniff sniff*...chemical".
"GO, MY VEEDOLL BOMB, GO!!!".
Both Ray and X23 blinked as there was a beeping sound followed by a *bamf*. The beeping got louder and faster....then there was a split second of silence.
"Awwww crap", said Ray.
BOOM!
The attic became full of a Weedoll gas cloud of death. Ray panicked, picking up a paperweight from the nearest table and hurling it at the skylight to get some fresh air in. All around, plants began to wilt and die, making the attic look like it had been subject to an enviromental disaster. As the Weedoll was sucked through the smashed window, the ominous cloud killed off a few trees in the grounds of the school before heading towards town....and Principal Kelly's prize sunflower garden....there would be tears in the morning.
"Hey...physco girl?", shouted Ray, coughing back some Weedoll, "you okay?".
There was a giggle. Ray blinked as the gas cleared, seeing X23 sitting happily amongst all the dead plants, her eyes wide. Apparently, inhanced senses and a high concentration of industral strength weed-killer didn't mix....at all.
"I want to have some fun!!!!", she said with a laugh, "play with me, Ray!".
Ray backed away slightly.
"Err...no", he said.
X23 giggled hysterically, jumping up and smacking Ray on the arm.
"Tag, you're it!!!", she laughed, before running off out of the attic, "can't catch meeeee!!!".
Ray pondered leaving her run herself out for a while. Then again, he couldn't exactly leave her get HURT in this kind of condition...Logan would kill him. Besides, she'd never got to play before, she could probably use the fun. Not that HE would have fun with her, nope, not at all. He was doing this as a favour to Logan. Yup. Keeping an eye on Logans clone/family...thing....nothing to do with being in the company of a pretty girl, nope.
"Oh, you are SO caught!", he said, running after her.
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Meanwhile, Pyro was whistling happily to himself. He had got his revenge and he felt GOOD. He paused as the phone beside him started to ring. He glanced around, nope, no one else around. He shrugged and picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Hello John, i am WATCHING you!", came a voice on the other end.
John blinked. It sounded an AWFUL lot like Storm....but not at the same time. He glanced around the room, he couldn't SEE anyone around.
"....Who's watching me?", he asked carefully.
There was silence for a long time, before the voice spoke again.
"It is ME, John".
Pyro blinked. It couldn't be! Those aliens Kurt was going on about....oh or maybe it was...oh no, it was, it must be...It was Kathy Bates!!!!!
"Oh my God!. I KNEW you'd find me!!", squealed Pyro.
"Pyro...who are you talking to?", asked Remy, looking in bewilderment as Pyro was screaming at the phone.
"Kathy Bates has come to take me to her spaceship!!!", shouted Pyro, "she's gonna do experiments on me so i can't have children!!!!".
Remy muttered under his breath that it would be a BLESSING before wrestling the phone off Pyro. He listened for a second, he swore he could hear giggling....and someone giving a sad, frustrated groan. This sounded very familiar. In fact, he had got a similar phone call a few times already. It had been two, giggling female voices asking if that was his true eye colour and if he looked hot in speedos. Apparently, female number two had vanished...maybe they WERE watching them.
"Remy don't know who you are dat keeps calling dis number, but you can just stop it now!", threatened Remy, slamming the phone down.
He turned to Pyro.
"Don't you answer de phone no more", he said, "dey only makin' you more highly strung".
"Okay", said Pyro with a defeated sigh, blinking as a tree fell down in the grounds, unable to fight the Weedoll cloud of death.
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Meanwhile outside, Jamie was putting the finishing touches to his latest plot against the mean older members. Todd stood with him, raising an eyebrow. The youngster had been unervingly quiet since the death of his beloved Sea Monkeys and it was only now that YAMS was doing anything..at all. Pyro had been unable to attend, Jamie had a sneaking suspison that Pyro's short attention span had already got bored of the group.
"So...why are we doin' this again?", asked Todd.
"Because they need to know they can't dominate us, man!", said Jamie.
"An' paintin' pink gophers on Magneto's metal orbs is gonna do that fer us.....how?", asked Todd.
"Because the pink gophers symbolyse everything that is wrong with the society they have created where the oldest gets first", replied Jamie, "the pink gophers will be our mascots of freedom from opression".
Todd sighed, and to think, he'd passed up a lovely romantic dinner with Wanda for this. Though, really speaking, Todd was safer here. Wanda was NOT in the best of moods as of late. Todd knew that Wanda - plus PMS, was the equivalent of driving a truck full of NitroGlycerlyn across a rickety bridge....best to stay CLEAR until it had passed.
"We need new members", sad Todd.
"We need more groups then", said Jamie, "YOU know anymore groups around here?".
"The Morlocks?", said Todd with a shrug.
Jamie grinned, snapping his fingers.
"YEAH!", he said excitedly, "we'll go there, i mean, they got that little...creepy girl. She can join and give us a female member".
Todd was about to reply when another tree fell down.
"Man...what's killin' all the plants?"
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And there we go, another chapter down and dusted. Oh yes, our YAMS head off to the tunnels in the next chapter, what fun! Do review. Until next time...
By Todd Fan
Disclaimer: "Ha ha ha! Oh, I get it. You thought you could outsmart me, man; you thought you could just shrink the Tiki Man down and I wouldn't notice. Well, guess what, Wayne? I NOTICED!!!!!!!! "
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Oh yes my faithfull readers, be prepared for another tie-in-place from Teacher Training. May it bring back fond memories. Chrissie9 - Audrey I and II are both characters from the movie/musical/movie musical 'Little Shop Of Horrors'. I made a parody of the last one called 'Little Shop of Mutants' ;)
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Chapter 8 - War of the weedoll
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"At LEAST let me put some ice on it".
"No!".
Jean gave a heavy sigh, putting her hands on her hips and giving Sam a disaproving look. His left eye had been swollen shut, the skin around it a rather unhealthy purple colour. Apparently, a phobia Sam had never let on to anyone was that he disliked people touching his eyes. In fact, he was downright terrified of it.
"Well, you're going to the Optitians", said Scott, picking at his plaster- cast-arm.
"STOP PICKING AT IT!", yelled Jean, making Scott flinch, before she looked at Sam, "yep, you need to get that looked at".
"Nope, not going", said Sam, crossing his arms, "a'hll be fine, see? A'h can open it a bit already".
With that he tried to force is eyes open, it did so, revealing a tiny gap before Sam winced and clsoed it again.
"It's okay to be scared of Optitians", said Jean, "i'm afraid of the dentist"
"A'hm not afraid of Obtitians!", said Sam, "what a'hm afraid of is having BIG HUGE NEEDLES POKED INTO MA'H EYE!!".
It was then that a phone was thrust in front of his face by Tabby, who had a big smug grin on her face. Sam blinked his good eye and took the phone.
"Hello?", he said, "oh...Ma'...hi..yes, but....but...a'h know...yes...y'see...ohh...ok...yes ma'...Love you too.....ugh...promise...bye".
Sam put the phone down before giving Tabby a dark look.
"That was low".
"Yes, it was", said Tabby, "but a GOOD Southern boy like you would NEVER break a promise to his mother..would you?".
Sam gave a defeated groan, banging his head on the table.
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Meanwhile, up in Ororo's attic, Kurt had taken Sam's affliction as a blessing and was setting up his Weedoll bomb in a dark corner of the room, chuckling evily to himself. Unknown to him, two other people were in the room at that time as well. X23 and Ray had taken the game up to the one place they figured they'd have peace and quiet. No. Such. Luck.
"And through the fireblock of Cintahanak i go", said X23 proudly, proceeding to the next level in the game, "i'm beating you".
"Don't get so cocky", warned Ray, "i still have my Usling Harp....i'm not out of the race yet".
X23 paused, sniffing the air.
"What?", asked Ray blinking before sniffing under his arms, "it's not me, i swear".
"Nightcrawler", said X23 with a growl, "and some kind of... *sniff sniff*...chemical".
"GO, MY VEEDOLL BOMB, GO!!!".
Both Ray and X23 blinked as there was a beeping sound followed by a *bamf*. The beeping got louder and faster....then there was a split second of silence.
"Awwww crap", said Ray.
BOOM!
The attic became full of a Weedoll gas cloud of death. Ray panicked, picking up a paperweight from the nearest table and hurling it at the skylight to get some fresh air in. All around, plants began to wilt and die, making the attic look like it had been subject to an enviromental disaster. As the Weedoll was sucked through the smashed window, the ominous cloud killed off a few trees in the grounds of the school before heading towards town....and Principal Kelly's prize sunflower garden....there would be tears in the morning.
"Hey...physco girl?", shouted Ray, coughing back some Weedoll, "you okay?".
There was a giggle. Ray blinked as the gas cleared, seeing X23 sitting happily amongst all the dead plants, her eyes wide. Apparently, inhanced senses and a high concentration of industral strength weed-killer didn't mix....at all.
"I want to have some fun!!!!", she said with a laugh, "play with me, Ray!".
Ray backed away slightly.
"Err...no", he said.
X23 giggled hysterically, jumping up and smacking Ray on the arm.
"Tag, you're it!!!", she laughed, before running off out of the attic, "can't catch meeeee!!!".
Ray pondered leaving her run herself out for a while. Then again, he couldn't exactly leave her get HURT in this kind of condition...Logan would kill him. Besides, she'd never got to play before, she could probably use the fun. Not that HE would have fun with her, nope, not at all. He was doing this as a favour to Logan. Yup. Keeping an eye on Logans clone/family...thing....nothing to do with being in the company of a pretty girl, nope.
"Oh, you are SO caught!", he said, running after her.
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Meanwhile, Pyro was whistling happily to himself. He had got his revenge and he felt GOOD. He paused as the phone beside him started to ring. He glanced around, nope, no one else around. He shrugged and picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Hello John, i am WATCHING you!", came a voice on the other end.
John blinked. It sounded an AWFUL lot like Storm....but not at the same time. He glanced around the room, he couldn't SEE anyone around.
"....Who's watching me?", he asked carefully.
There was silence for a long time, before the voice spoke again.
"It is ME, John".
Pyro blinked. It couldn't be! Those aliens Kurt was going on about....oh or maybe it was...oh no, it was, it must be...It was Kathy Bates!!!!!
"Oh my God!. I KNEW you'd find me!!", squealed Pyro.
"Pyro...who are you talking to?", asked Remy, looking in bewilderment as Pyro was screaming at the phone.
"Kathy Bates has come to take me to her spaceship!!!", shouted Pyro, "she's gonna do experiments on me so i can't have children!!!!".
Remy muttered under his breath that it would be a BLESSING before wrestling the phone off Pyro. He listened for a second, he swore he could hear giggling....and someone giving a sad, frustrated groan. This sounded very familiar. In fact, he had got a similar phone call a few times already. It had been two, giggling female voices asking if that was his true eye colour and if he looked hot in speedos. Apparently, female number two had vanished...maybe they WERE watching them.
"Remy don't know who you are dat keeps calling dis number, but you can just stop it now!", threatened Remy, slamming the phone down.
He turned to Pyro.
"Don't you answer de phone no more", he said, "dey only makin' you more highly strung".
"Okay", said Pyro with a defeated sigh, blinking as a tree fell down in the grounds, unable to fight the Weedoll cloud of death.
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Meanwhile outside, Jamie was putting the finishing touches to his latest plot against the mean older members. Todd stood with him, raising an eyebrow. The youngster had been unervingly quiet since the death of his beloved Sea Monkeys and it was only now that YAMS was doing anything..at all. Pyro had been unable to attend, Jamie had a sneaking suspison that Pyro's short attention span had already got bored of the group.
"So...why are we doin' this again?", asked Todd.
"Because they need to know they can't dominate us, man!", said Jamie.
"An' paintin' pink gophers on Magneto's metal orbs is gonna do that fer us.....how?", asked Todd.
"Because the pink gophers symbolyse everything that is wrong with the society they have created where the oldest gets first", replied Jamie, "the pink gophers will be our mascots of freedom from opression".
Todd sighed, and to think, he'd passed up a lovely romantic dinner with Wanda for this. Though, really speaking, Todd was safer here. Wanda was NOT in the best of moods as of late. Todd knew that Wanda - plus PMS, was the equivalent of driving a truck full of NitroGlycerlyn across a rickety bridge....best to stay CLEAR until it had passed.
"We need new members", sad Todd.
"We need more groups then", said Jamie, "YOU know anymore groups around here?".
"The Morlocks?", said Todd with a shrug.
Jamie grinned, snapping his fingers.
"YEAH!", he said excitedly, "we'll go there, i mean, they got that little...creepy girl. She can join and give us a female member".
Todd was about to reply when another tree fell down.
"Man...what's killin' all the plants?"
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And there we go, another chapter down and dusted. Oh yes, our YAMS head off to the tunnels in the next chapter, what fun! Do review. Until next time...