You Let Her Go Where?

"YOU LET MY SNOOKUMS GO OUT THERE TO GET KILLED?" Todd shouted.

"SINCE WHEN DOES ANYBODY LET WANDA DO ANYTHING AROUND HERE?" Lance shouted back. "Besides she's a big girl. She can take care of herself."

"Father couldn't handle Apocalypse!" Pietro snapped.

"He couldn't really handle Wanda either," Lance pointed out. "But maybe you're right. We should go after them."

"You're damn right we're going after them!" Pietro snapped. "Wake Freddy up! I'm going to see if they've left yet!" Pietro zipped off.

"Fine, I don't know why we care about Apocalypse and saving the world anyway!" Lance threw up his hands.

"We don't," Todd glared at him. "But we do care about Wanda!"

"Well then why didn't you go after her?" Lance glared at him. "Oh right, you were too busy doodling on Blob to pay any attention."

"Pay attention to what?" Fred walked in with marker all over his face, still in his bathrobe.

"Okay here's the rundown," Todd told him. "Magneto and Mystique are alive, Apocalypse got control of 'em. He's also got Storm and Xavier and he's going to use the pyramids all over the world to turn people into mutants. Wanda went off to help stop them."

"Why?" Fred started to ask.

"Because a lot of people are gonna get killed in the process as well apparently," Lance told him.

"Let me finish, didn't you go with them Lance?" Fred blinked. "I mean, out of all of us you're the most responsible one."

"Cause I didn't want to get killed by Magneto in Mexico!" Lance snapped. "Which is gonna happen anyway because now we gotta go help save Wanda from her own father! Which is really going to be the perfect ending to this perfectly crappy day!"

"Maybe it's cause you didn't want to fail in front of Kitty again," Fred scratched his head.

"WHAT?" Lance shouted. "That has got to be the most…ridiculous…. Insane…. Stupid…"

"Accurate?" Todd cocked an eyebrow.

"SHUT UP!" Lance snapped at him. "I am so over her!"

"Are you?" Todd looked at him.

Before Lance could protest any further Pietro ran in. "Okay they're all gone but I'm pretty sure Wanda's headed for Mexico."

"Fine I'll go get in the jeep and pack the suntan lotion!" Lance snapped. "It's pointless now. We'll never catch up to them!"

"Oh yes we will," Pietro grinned. "I've got an idea. But first…Blob put on some pants will ya?"

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"I can't wait until Election Day," Kelly said to his campaign manager. "You know at first things were a little bleak but now I see a bright future for humanity."

"I've got your jet waiting for you," She nodded as she checked some papers.

"Yes a quick meeting with the governor is all I need to get my campaign really into high gear," Kelly nodded as they went downstairs. They were in a hotel near the airport. "I was lucky to get the loan of that jet on short notice."

"Better take good care of it," She warned him jokingly. "That jet belongs to one of our biggest backers. It's his personal favorite and if anything happens to it…"

"He'll have my hide," Kelly laughed. "Don't worry. I think I'll be able to keep track of one jet. Nothing's going to happen."

They rode to the airport and went to the airfield. "Okay so where's the jet?" Kelly looked around.

A man covered with green slime staggered up to them. "Uh sir, we have a slight problem."

"What? Wait a minute…" Kelly looked hard at him. "I know that slime! It can't be! It just can't be!"

"Someone's stealing the jet!" The campaign manager shouted as she pointed to the jet taking off into the sunset.

"Not just anyone…" Kelly growled.

"We're not going to get our deposit back are we?" She sighed.

"YOU LITTLE PUNKS! YOU STOLE MY JET! COME BACK HERE WITH MY JET! FIRST THOSE FREAKS TRASH MY SCHOOL, THEN THEY TRASH MY OFFICE AND NOW THEY'RE STEALING MY JET! WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU, YOU BROTHERHOOD PUNKS ARE DEAD!" Kelly jumped up and down. "DO YOU HEAR ME! DEAD! DEAD! DEAD!"