Thanksgiving Madness!
Hey folks! L1701E here! Since it's November, Yours Truly thought that it was time to bring out a Thanksgiving fic starring the X-Men and the Misfits! I might have the Avengers make an appearance. I hope you enjoy this fic!
I personally hope they don't end X-Men Evo! There are so many characters that have yet to make appearances: Banshee, Sunfire, Dazzler, Psylocke, Siryn, and that's just for starters!
Disclaimer: Red Witch has Althea, Xi, and Trinity, I own Kid Razor and the Starr Family, and everybody else belongs to Marvel Comics!
This story does contain some spoilers for "Hotter than Hellion".
Chapter 1: Average Day!
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"Well, we finally put away the Halloween decorations." Rogue wiped her gloved hands as she and Sam walked downstairs from the X-Mansion's attic. They passed by Jamie, who was doing another multi-million dollar deal from his office.
"Yeah." Jamie said into his cell phone. "I want my boys to perform at the World's Most Famous Arena! I want to see my boys at MSG, baby! Madison Square Garden, dude! Yeah! Look, the critics love my band! They hail the Superstars as the new Kiss! Yeah!" His face then contorted to anger. "Are you saying my boys are a Kiss rip-off!?! You know what's a rip-off?! You, that's what! Don't give me that 'Don't Mess with Texas' stuff! You ain't a Texan! I know a Texan! You're a New York Dolt!" Jamie snapped. "Oh yeah!? Kiss mine, you idiot! You wouldn't know talent if it walked up to you, kicked you in the butt, and then had its way with your wife! Yeah, and she's an ugly old bag too!" Jamie slammed his phone shut. "Moron." He looked at Rogue and Sam, and smiled. "Hey guys."
"Hey, Jamie." Rogue laughed. "Bad business deal?"
"Guy's a moron." Jamie groaned in a Queens accent. "He's a complete dope. He wouldn't allow the Superstars to give MSG a shot. Claims they're not big yet."
"They don't even have a record deal. Just you." Sam grinned.
"And the knucklehead also claimed that I had a problem with Italians!" Jamie put his hands in the air. "Why would I have a problem with Italians!?!"
"Ah wouldn't know." Rogue shrugged. She heard the sound of teleporting, as well as a scream.
"OWWWW!!!!! PAUL, YOU MADE ME FALL OFF THE ROOF!!! I NEARLY BROKE MY NECK!!!" Scott screamed from outside.
"Sorry dude." Paul's voice responded.
"SUGAH!!!!!" Rogue squealed happily, running outside. Rogue's voice trailed off as she sang in a sing-song voice. "Oh sugahhhhhhh, come give mama a cuddle..." Sam shook his head.
"She's got it bad." Sam said to Jamie. Jamie smirked.
"Like you towards a certain green-skinned girl?" Jamie smirked knowingly.
"That's different!" Sam snapped.
"HELP ME!!!" Barbecue ran past, Lionheart chasing him. "LIONHEART, LEAVE ME ALONE!!!"
"You know you think I look cute in this hat!" Lionheart squealed. She wore a black cowboy hat she obtained in Hollywood. Her favorite actor wore that very hat she had on her head.
{Man, why'd I have to be the object of the affections of a girl with severe obsession problems?} Barbecue thought as he ran for his life. Meanwhile, Kitty was showing around a Native American girl clad in blue jeans, cowboy boots, and an earth-toned t-shirt. Her long black hair was in pigtails, and her wrists and neck were decorated by traditional jewelry.
"Like, this place has changed a lot since you were here last, Dani." Kitty said.
"Yes, there have been some changes. I still cannot believe that the Brotherhood are gone." The Native American girl said in amazement. "They're now the Misfits, and they're the good guys."
"Yeah, they work for GI Joe. I told you about them." Kitty said. Dani smiled.
"Yes, they certainly have done a lot for huh?" Dani Moonstar's eyes went wide with shock. She had just laid eyes on the Beast. He was clad in full Scottish regalia, doing a Riverdance-type jig, while playing bagpipes. Surprisingly, he was quite good. "What is the Beast doing?" Kitty groaned.
"Aw great. Like, Mr. Stark gave him more Scottish whiskey." Kitty groaned. Danielle scratched her head.
"You mean Tony Stark?" She asked. Kitty nodded. Beast stopped and smiled.
"Ah, Danielle Moonstar! How've you been doing, lass? It's been a while!" Beast grinned, speaking in a Scottish brogue. "Hope those infernal Englishmen hadn't been bothering ya, lass."
"Englishmen?" Danielle scratched her head in confusion.
"Beast has an interesting reaction to Scottish liquor." Kitty groaned.
"I find it quite hilarious at times." A voice laughed. Kitty sighed longingly at the source of the voice when she turned around. The source was one Paul Stanley Starr, the guitar-playing, super-charming, raven-maned superstar Misfit codenamed Starchild. "Just don't make fun of Scotland around Mr. McCoy in that state, and everything'll be juuuuuuuust fine."
"Dani, this is Paul Stanley Starr, one of the Misfits." Kitty grinned. "He's a musician, a superstar, and..." Kitty sighed longingly as she added the last part of the statement: "A professional dreeeeeeeeamboat." Dani cleared her throat.
"Um, hello Paul." Dani smiled. "I'm..."
"Danielle Moonstar is your name." Paul grinned, blowing a bubble pipe. "You're from the American Southwest, your favorite color is turquoise, you have the ability to create illusions from mental images of other people..." Paul then rattled out some more facts about the Native American mutant, like he knew her all his life. Dani blinked in amazement.
"Wow." She said. "Is he a telepath?"
"No." Kitty replied. "He has hypnotic powers and can fire a laser from his right eye. Isn't he cute?"
"A big pleasure to meet you, Danielle." Paul grinned. He made a rose appear in his right hand, and he gave it to her. He then kissed her hand, making the Native American giggle.
"Call me Dani." She said, batting her eyelashes. Craig passed by, and he groaned.
"Aw no, not another one!" He moaned as he went by.
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Scott rubbed his neck as he put the ladder back in the shed.
"Razzum frazzum grumble Starchild, nearly made me break my neck grumble trying to kill me razzum frazzum blast his head off his neck..." Scott growled and grumbled as he walked back to the mansion.
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Jake Wildfire and Jason Fox were indulging in their favorite hobby: Watching wrestling. Jake had a huge collection of tapes. The two ex- Hellions were watching Wrestlemania X. The current match was Bret Hart vs. Owen Hart.
"Man, Owen is miffed!" Fox laughed. "You know why he hated his brother? He was sick and tired of Bret getting all the chicks."
"If Owen was angry then, wait until the title match. Owen proved he could beat his older brother, only for his older brother to appear later in the night and defeat the huge Yokozuna for the WWF title. Bret steals Owen's thunder." Jake shrugged.
"Hey Jake, is it true that Owen was planning to retire when he died?" Fox asked.
"Yeah." Jake drooped his head sadly. "Owen loved to play jokes. He taught me the secret of pulling a good prank. I miss him. He was planning to hang up the boots and spend more time with his family. I went to his funeral. I half-expected him to jump out of the casket and laugh his head off at our reaction. Ever since then, I've never had the heart to play pranks. I couldn't do it anymore. I felt like I'd be disrespecting his memory." Fox grinned.
"Jake, if I know anything about Owen Hart, I think he would've wanted you to continue the pranking. You know, continue his work. Talk to Wagner. He'll help." Ever since joining the X-Men, Fox has calmed down a bit. He has stopped calling Kurt "furball" and Sam "redneck" for example. Jake lived and trained with the Misfits, but he was neutral. He did not consider himself an X-Man or a Misfit. That really helped preserve his sanity, considering he wasn't dragged into many of the fights between the two groups. "You know what your problem is, Jake? You think too much about what others think of you. Sometimes Jake, you have to just do something, and not care what others think of you. Draconis is gone, we got a bunch of real buds, hot chicks everywhere! Right now, life is good." Fox leaned back with a smile. Jake sighed.
"Draconis is still out there, Fox. And I'm scared, man. What's he up to?" Jake wondered.
"He won't mess with us again, Jake. You showed you were stronger than he was. He won't ever want to get back into your mind again. Relax, Jake." Fox sat up with a smile. "I know a way to get your mind off this." He pulled out another tape. "Royal Rumble 2000. Miss Royal Rumble Swimsuit Conteeeeest..." Fox sang, waving the tape. Jake smiled.
"Alright. I'll prove to you that the Rock was eliminated first." Jake grinned as he changed tapes.
"Forget the Rumble! I wanna see Terri in that swimsuit again!" Fox grinned.
Well, looks like another day in the Xavier Institute! What'll happen in this Thanksgiving? Will anything get blown up? Will Kelly and Duncan get brutalized? I hope so. What about turkeys? Find out in the next chapter! Suggestions needed badly!
Hey folks! L1701E here! Since it's November, Yours Truly thought that it was time to bring out a Thanksgiving fic starring the X-Men and the Misfits! I might have the Avengers make an appearance. I hope you enjoy this fic!
I personally hope they don't end X-Men Evo! There are so many characters that have yet to make appearances: Banshee, Sunfire, Dazzler, Psylocke, Siryn, and that's just for starters!
Disclaimer: Red Witch has Althea, Xi, and Trinity, I own Kid Razor and the Starr Family, and everybody else belongs to Marvel Comics!
This story does contain some spoilers for "Hotter than Hellion".
Chapter 1: Average Day!
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"Well, we finally put away the Halloween decorations." Rogue wiped her gloved hands as she and Sam walked downstairs from the X-Mansion's attic. They passed by Jamie, who was doing another multi-million dollar deal from his office.
"Yeah." Jamie said into his cell phone. "I want my boys to perform at the World's Most Famous Arena! I want to see my boys at MSG, baby! Madison Square Garden, dude! Yeah! Look, the critics love my band! They hail the Superstars as the new Kiss! Yeah!" His face then contorted to anger. "Are you saying my boys are a Kiss rip-off!?! You know what's a rip-off?! You, that's what! Don't give me that 'Don't Mess with Texas' stuff! You ain't a Texan! I know a Texan! You're a New York Dolt!" Jamie snapped. "Oh yeah!? Kiss mine, you idiot! You wouldn't know talent if it walked up to you, kicked you in the butt, and then had its way with your wife! Yeah, and she's an ugly old bag too!" Jamie slammed his phone shut. "Moron." He looked at Rogue and Sam, and smiled. "Hey guys."
"Hey, Jamie." Rogue laughed. "Bad business deal?"
"Guy's a moron." Jamie groaned in a Queens accent. "He's a complete dope. He wouldn't allow the Superstars to give MSG a shot. Claims they're not big yet."
"They don't even have a record deal. Just you." Sam grinned.
"And the knucklehead also claimed that I had a problem with Italians!" Jamie put his hands in the air. "Why would I have a problem with Italians!?!"
"Ah wouldn't know." Rogue shrugged. She heard the sound of teleporting, as well as a scream.
"OWWWW!!!!! PAUL, YOU MADE ME FALL OFF THE ROOF!!! I NEARLY BROKE MY NECK!!!" Scott screamed from outside.
"Sorry dude." Paul's voice responded.
"SUGAH!!!!!" Rogue squealed happily, running outside. Rogue's voice trailed off as she sang in a sing-song voice. "Oh sugahhhhhhh, come give mama a cuddle..." Sam shook his head.
"She's got it bad." Sam said to Jamie. Jamie smirked.
"Like you towards a certain green-skinned girl?" Jamie smirked knowingly.
"That's different!" Sam snapped.
"HELP ME!!!" Barbecue ran past, Lionheart chasing him. "LIONHEART, LEAVE ME ALONE!!!"
"You know you think I look cute in this hat!" Lionheart squealed. She wore a black cowboy hat she obtained in Hollywood. Her favorite actor wore that very hat she had on her head.
{Man, why'd I have to be the object of the affections of a girl with severe obsession problems?} Barbecue thought as he ran for his life. Meanwhile, Kitty was showing around a Native American girl clad in blue jeans, cowboy boots, and an earth-toned t-shirt. Her long black hair was in pigtails, and her wrists and neck were decorated by traditional jewelry.
"Like, this place has changed a lot since you were here last, Dani." Kitty said.
"Yes, there have been some changes. I still cannot believe that the Brotherhood are gone." The Native American girl said in amazement. "They're now the Misfits, and they're the good guys."
"Yeah, they work for GI Joe. I told you about them." Kitty said. Dani smiled.
"Yes, they certainly have done a lot for huh?" Dani Moonstar's eyes went wide with shock. She had just laid eyes on the Beast. He was clad in full Scottish regalia, doing a Riverdance-type jig, while playing bagpipes. Surprisingly, he was quite good. "What is the Beast doing?" Kitty groaned.
"Aw great. Like, Mr. Stark gave him more Scottish whiskey." Kitty groaned. Danielle scratched her head.
"You mean Tony Stark?" She asked. Kitty nodded. Beast stopped and smiled.
"Ah, Danielle Moonstar! How've you been doing, lass? It's been a while!" Beast grinned, speaking in a Scottish brogue. "Hope those infernal Englishmen hadn't been bothering ya, lass."
"Englishmen?" Danielle scratched her head in confusion.
"Beast has an interesting reaction to Scottish liquor." Kitty groaned.
"I find it quite hilarious at times." A voice laughed. Kitty sighed longingly at the source of the voice when she turned around. The source was one Paul Stanley Starr, the guitar-playing, super-charming, raven-maned superstar Misfit codenamed Starchild. "Just don't make fun of Scotland around Mr. McCoy in that state, and everything'll be juuuuuuuust fine."
"Dani, this is Paul Stanley Starr, one of the Misfits." Kitty grinned. "He's a musician, a superstar, and..." Kitty sighed longingly as she added the last part of the statement: "A professional dreeeeeeeeamboat." Dani cleared her throat.
"Um, hello Paul." Dani smiled. "I'm..."
"Danielle Moonstar is your name." Paul grinned, blowing a bubble pipe. "You're from the American Southwest, your favorite color is turquoise, you have the ability to create illusions from mental images of other people..." Paul then rattled out some more facts about the Native American mutant, like he knew her all his life. Dani blinked in amazement.
"Wow." She said. "Is he a telepath?"
"No." Kitty replied. "He has hypnotic powers and can fire a laser from his right eye. Isn't he cute?"
"A big pleasure to meet you, Danielle." Paul grinned. He made a rose appear in his right hand, and he gave it to her. He then kissed her hand, making the Native American giggle.
"Call me Dani." She said, batting her eyelashes. Craig passed by, and he groaned.
"Aw no, not another one!" He moaned as he went by.
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Scott rubbed his neck as he put the ladder back in the shed.
"Razzum frazzum grumble Starchild, nearly made me break my neck grumble trying to kill me razzum frazzum blast his head off his neck..." Scott growled and grumbled as he walked back to the mansion.
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Jake Wildfire and Jason Fox were indulging in their favorite hobby: Watching wrestling. Jake had a huge collection of tapes. The two ex- Hellions were watching Wrestlemania X. The current match was Bret Hart vs. Owen Hart.
"Man, Owen is miffed!" Fox laughed. "You know why he hated his brother? He was sick and tired of Bret getting all the chicks."
"If Owen was angry then, wait until the title match. Owen proved he could beat his older brother, only for his older brother to appear later in the night and defeat the huge Yokozuna for the WWF title. Bret steals Owen's thunder." Jake shrugged.
"Hey Jake, is it true that Owen was planning to retire when he died?" Fox asked.
"Yeah." Jake drooped his head sadly. "Owen loved to play jokes. He taught me the secret of pulling a good prank. I miss him. He was planning to hang up the boots and spend more time with his family. I went to his funeral. I half-expected him to jump out of the casket and laugh his head off at our reaction. Ever since then, I've never had the heart to play pranks. I couldn't do it anymore. I felt like I'd be disrespecting his memory." Fox grinned.
"Jake, if I know anything about Owen Hart, I think he would've wanted you to continue the pranking. You know, continue his work. Talk to Wagner. He'll help." Ever since joining the X-Men, Fox has calmed down a bit. He has stopped calling Kurt "furball" and Sam "redneck" for example. Jake lived and trained with the Misfits, but he was neutral. He did not consider himself an X-Man or a Misfit. That really helped preserve his sanity, considering he wasn't dragged into many of the fights between the two groups. "You know what your problem is, Jake? You think too much about what others think of you. Sometimes Jake, you have to just do something, and not care what others think of you. Draconis is gone, we got a bunch of real buds, hot chicks everywhere! Right now, life is good." Fox leaned back with a smile. Jake sighed.
"Draconis is still out there, Fox. And I'm scared, man. What's he up to?" Jake wondered.
"He won't mess with us again, Jake. You showed you were stronger than he was. He won't ever want to get back into your mind again. Relax, Jake." Fox sat up with a smile. "I know a way to get your mind off this." He pulled out another tape. "Royal Rumble 2000. Miss Royal Rumble Swimsuit Conteeeeest..." Fox sang, waving the tape. Jake smiled.
"Alright. I'll prove to you that the Rock was eliminated first." Jake grinned as he changed tapes.
"Forget the Rumble! I wanna see Terri in that swimsuit again!" Fox grinned.
Well, looks like another day in the Xavier Institute! What'll happen in this Thanksgiving? Will anything get blown up? Will Kelly and Duncan get brutalized? I hope so. What about turkeys? Find out in the next chapter! Suggestions needed badly!