AN: Mmmmm…Apple Pie…Hmmm…what is it with me and my updates? I was planning on updating sooner, but…school! Down with school! Anyway, now, to respond to reviewers! (I love doin' this!)
psychobunny410- They're buying a lot! The family packs are about sixteen bucks each, and I couldn't remember if those included drinks or whatever. But, hey, and I can't decide to make this Jonda, or Wandd. So, it may get interesting…:D
Red Witch- That was based on a conversation my cousins and I were having, heh, we were counting the number of small rodents that we hit on the way to Banff, but the numbers never got that high, expect similar games, because my cousins and I found…interesting…ways to occupy our time on long road trips.
Risty- There's absolutely nothing wrong with fluff! It's not me refusing to write it, it's more of a capability thing. And it is funny with Americans, they're money is practically identical, and they find coloured money confusing. I think it's all the colours, what about you?
Personage- Why hello, and you know what? Most of my friends agree with you, insanity can be fun though. Especially when you get free rides in padded vehicles, and a nice white padded room. And as for your insanity, it can help you, just let it control you, but make sure you don't injure anyone!
ringSfan- awww, poor you, here, you can win…this handful of dryer lint! Wow, what a crappy prize, nah, I'll give you hmm…*looks around desk* this…stapler! Hmm…I don't have anything good to give away…as for Remy, I'll recommend you. I agree with the LIFE game, heh, you can't play that game WITHOUT making friends with your opponent.
Jassie- Danke! Rahne is a giant furball, although I doubt she likes being called one. As for Pietro, I have plans for him…(Damn! They need an evil grin smiley!) Jubby? Yes, I'm planning on hooking several more mutants up (X-Men, B-Hood, Acolytes and Adults all cower in fear) but since you asked for it, I will add some Jubby, when, I don't know, but will do!
mikey- I'm gonna file your rant away…it'll come back to haunt you.
princess-freak- Kentucky Duck is what all mein relatives call it…they're strange…and yes, Remy is back! They'll be hittin' Quebec after Newfoundland…but there are some…plans…I have for them there first…MUAH HA HA HA! *ahem* yes, in other news…I live in Alberta…SUPPORT ALBERTA BEEF!!
Shawsahnk- See above. I love beef, such a carnivore I am…yes indeed, anyway, the chickens are an integral part of the song…and I just noticed something…if anybody else can guess what I noticed…they get…this cookie! Actually, here's a hint, it has to do with that last chapter, and only that chapter.
There we go. Reviews responded to. Let's continue on, shall we?
DISCLAIMER: I think I swallowed some of my toothpick…
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"Well?" Wanda put her hands on her hips.
"I'm working on it! But I don't think I can count that high!" Evan struggled with the pile of papers and napkins.
"Give it here lad, I can count 'em fast enough!"
"Good luck dude!" Evan handed the large stack to Rahne, who walked away with them.
"Pieboy! I'm a-callin' in clause number three right now!" Pietro screeched to a stop.
"Whaddyawa-Imean, whaddya want?"
"I want ye to tally these up, I want the totals fast." Rahne smirked as she handed all the napkins and papers off to Pietro.
"What? You'rekid- You're kidding me! Even I can't count all this in less than an hour!"
"Logan managed to hit it all in under six…" Pietro's eyes bugged out. "And ye better get started, Wanda, Rogue, Evan and I all have bets ridin' on the outcome." Pietro moaned, and started running again.
"Was that Pietro Maximoff?" Rahne turned to spot Hank sitting in the van behind her.
"Ummm…would ye believe me iffen I said nay?" Hank just looked at Rahne. "Nay then, bye!" Rahne rushed off.
"Attention please!" The Professor was sitting in one of the vans, waving his arms, in an attempt to get everybody's attention.
When everybody's head was turned in the Prof's general direction, he began to speak, again.
"Now, I know it is rather late, so we will be here tonight, as well as all of tomorrow. Again, the same rules are in effect, and Tabitha, Jubilation, I sincerely hope that you will stay away from the shopping centers. There was a report of two being nearly leveled by an explosion shortly after we left our last location." Tabby and Jubilee opened their mouths to argue, only to be cut off by Hank.
"And most importantly! Have fun!" The mutants all smiled at each other. This was obviously a real city.
Pietro rushed over to Rahne, dropping a single paper with three huge figures on them.
"Happy now? It's all counted up! And I'm outta here!" Pietro raced off, unseen by all.
"Aye! Evan! Rogue! Wanda! I got the figuares for ye all. Who has the wagers naow?" The group walked over. Evan fishing a paper out of his numerous pockets.
"Um…Lessee now…I was bettin' on 375 rodents squished, 1200 lawn ornaments cracked, and 460 mailboxes. Rahne, 895, 540, and 900. Rogue, 360, 750, 420. Wanda was bettin' 4500, 8900, an' 100, 000? Whoa! High 'nuff there!"
"Wanda wins on the rodents, and ye win the lawns…and I win the postboxes. Sorry Rogue, ye just weren't that lucky on the bettin'!"
"Hey! You guys comin' or not? We've conned Pyro and Gambit to help us find a bar."
"Whooo! We're so in!" Evan rushed off after Bobby.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~we now wander a bit~~~~~~~~~~
"Let me out of here! I deserve more respect than this!"
"This coming from a man who wears a bucket on his head?" Mystique sat and idly watched as Magneto used all of his strength in an attempt to break the window. "You're laughable Eric."
"Silence lackey!"
"I'm not your lackey! Especially not after you abandoned me over that weather witch!"
"Survival of the fittest. She was fitter than you!"
"Oh, and I suppose you are fitter as well?"
"Yes, I'm so fit that I gained automatic entry."
"Let's see just how fit you really are!" Mystique stood up rapidly, brandishing her fists. "You're still stuck in jail as I recall!"
"As you are too!"
"Not any more…" Mystique pointed to the dice now laying face up on the board. "Double threes. I get out." She picked her little dog up, and moved him six spaces, landing on St. James Place. "I buy." Magneto grumbled, and then rolled the dice.
"Five. Dammit."
"That means you have to pay." Mystique grinned slyly.
"I know, I know. I hate this game."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~And we wander away again~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Like, what are these people doing?" Kitty tilted her head as she watched the man balance the chair on it's single leg, and then ascended the tower of precariously placed furniture. The large group were standing on the dock, watching the acts.
"Who cares? It's free entertainment!" Kurt watched, inwardly laughing at the man's act.
"They're buskers. Apparently there's some sort of festival going on right now…"
"Where does she get those guides?" Ray whispered to Sam, gesturing toward Tour Guide Barbi-erp, I mean Jean.
"An' buksers would be…?"
"Buskers, Sheila, and they're street performers! See 'em doin' fancy tricks all the time!"
"Don't call me Sheila." Rogue glared.
"Hey! Do they get paid for this?" Bobby asked, as he watched the people tossing coins into a hat just in front of the balancer.
"Only what people are willin' ta give ta dem."
"Let's be buksers!" Jamie ran off, tripping and creating three clones. The other mutants followed. They had ideas aplenty.
Somewhere off in the distance, a very loud rendition of the Entertainer could be heard.
(AN: Following scenes meant to be corny in so many ways it's almost funny. And think Entertainer all the way through, if the above line wasn't a big enough hint! ^_^)
People approached the metal monolith, someone tossed a coin into the hat that was in front of the statue, and the statue bowed. People tossed more money in, and after two seconds of movement, the statue would freeze. It all went swimmingly, until someone tried to shake the statues hand. The statue froze mid-shake, and would not release the hand. The stranger tugged and pulled, and yanked, and finally tossed in a bill. The statue awoke, and bowed, releasing the stranger.
Jean sat off to the side, balancing the objects in impossible positions, while Ray and Sam stood on top, testing just how far the could lean and still have Jean catch them. People clapped every-time they leaned nearly horizontal, and then seemingly righted themselves, without any apparent assistance.
Two men set up shop near the very edge of the docks. One toyed with a deck of cards, asking people to pick one. The other was busy setting up statues. Very nice statues, very nice ice carving statues. People soon were lined up to buy them, and watch a magic show.
Kurt, Kitty, Jamie, Rahne, Amara, Rogue, Evan, Scott and Wanda picked out another section of dock. Using a old and giant blanket from somewhere, they began to create 'magic'. Scott gathered a crowd to come and see the amazing 'Scarlet Witch'. Wanda would throw the blanket over Kurt, who'd bamf away, or Rogue, who'd then be phased away, with Kitty taking her spot. Jamie would knock himself against the wooden slats a few times, and Rahne would become a incarnation of a werewolf. Amara would charge herself up, and Evan joined Scott in crowd control.
In two areas, near each other, there was a strongman act, and a pyrotechnics show. A boy became an unholy demon, and lifted another…larger…teen up. Fred and Roberto were a huge success. Lance and Todd acted as more diverters from the real Buskers, bringing the crowds over to the two strong men, and the three pyros. There were fireworks, minor explosions, and large fiery figures. Until John set fire to the dock.
(AN: And end theme. Heh, if I forgot any mutants, I apologize, because I am an idiot and can't remember everyone off the top of mein head.)
"So, how much money did we get?" Ray looked at the pile of bills and coins.
"Don't ask me man! I can't figger this money out! But I think that that bill's a five."
"No Evan, really, what gave it away? The giant five in the corner?" Rogue crossed her arms and shook her head.
"What's yer problem?" The group looked up and saw Logan and Sabretooth standing over them.
"Umm, excuse me Herr Logan, but do you know how to count this money?"
"Yeah, but I'll only do it if ya tell me were ya got it all from. Logan could see at least three dozen fivers, and even a score of tens.
"Umm…We earned it…" Amara said, slightly intimidated.
"Fair 'nuff. You've got nearly three hundred bucks Canadian." Logan and Sabretooth turned and left.
"Dat was faster'n Pieboy."
"My brother? Where is he?!?" Wanda growled. Remy held his hands up in an apologetic gesture.
"Desole! He's not here! I swear!" Wanda said nothing else.
"I say we take this money and have a good time yo!" There were sounds of agreement and much nodding of heads. Tabby, the only one to bring a bag, dumped all the money into it. The large group began to wander away from the dock.
"Cows? What kinda name is that for a shop?" Amara asked out-loud.
"Hey! Maybe they sell moo-juice!"
"Yes Evan, I'm like so sure that a place called 'Cows' is gonna sell you milk." Everyone looked at Kitty.
"Umm…well, it would make sense…" Kitty flushed red at Scott's words. Evan grinned, and ran inside. He returned a few moments later wearing a giant t-shirt with a cow on the front. Dressed like Keanu Reeves and binary in the background. With the words 'The Mootrix' written underneath. He also had a very large waffle ice cream cone in his hands.
"They sell frozen moo-juice." Evan was nearly knocked down by the stampede to get in the store, for the food, and for the t-shirts.
(AN: I love the Cows T-shirts! I have lots! They rule!)
Each mutant now had a giant waffle ice cream cone, and a Cows t-shirt on. The females of the group had even bought one for Logan. It had a cow on it (obviously) with the words 'I am Cownadian!' While the cow said moooo-eh! Bobby hopped from one foot to the other.
"Can we go find a bar now? Please? I wanna try some Canadian beer!"
"Hold on, who said anything about a bar?" Scott was ignored.
"Jus' follow Gambit! He'll show ya 'round!"
"Yes, we'll all folla ya into the nearest karaoke bar around! Makes great sense ta me mate!"
"'ey! It wa' Piotr who led us ta de karaoke place! Not me!"
"Please do not blame me." The three Acolytes continued to squabble and fight, while their younger companions wandered away.
"There's a place!" Roberto pointed out. Bobby led the charge inside. Hopping onto a bar stool, he leaned on the counter.
"What d'ye be wantin' now eh?"
"Give me something good and Canadian!" Bobby said loudly. The bartender shrugged, and pulled out a bottle of Molson Canadian. Sliding it across the counter, Bobby paid him, and ran off. It didn't take long for the bar to be mobbed, all by young teens.
"Hold yer horses now! Some of yeh seem jus' a liddle young t'be drinkin'! I wanna see some ID for yous, eh?" The bartender pointed at Jean and Scott. They watched as all the younger mutants collected their drinks, and began to fish their IDs out of their pockets.
"It is okay for them to drink. I vill vouch for them." The bartender looked up, at the very…large, form of Piotr.
"Now how do I know I won't be getting' in trouble if they turn out to be minors eh?"
"Then you give me their drinks and I will supply them, da?" As if to emphasize his point, Piotr leaned on the counter, showing off his very well developed muscles. The bartender gave him an odd look, then pulled out three drinks.
"These what yeh wanted?" He asked dourly. They nodded, and the bartender gave the drinks to Piotr, who in turn gave them to Scott and Jean.
"Ummm…how did that happen?" Scott asked.
"Well, Shades, I always tought dat y' were a tad young lookin'." Remy smiled from where he was shuffling cards. Lance, Toad, Bobby, Sam and Jamie were sitting with him, waiting to be dealt in. Rahne, Kurt, Tabitha and Rogue had set up a game of pool, the rules of which only they knew. The remaining mutants had discovered several dartboards.
"Watch where you throw that dude! You nearly spiked me!" Evan stood up slowly, glancing at the dart that had skimmed his back. Ray shrugged.
"It's your turn Evan." Evan stepped over to the line, with a slight grin, and pointed his finger at the dartboard, scoring three direct bullseyes.
"No fair! You have to, like, use the darts Evan!" Evan stuck his tongue out at Kitty, and pulled the three darts from the board. He threw them. One went through Kitty, the other into the ceiling of the bar, and the third hit the bullseye. Evan ran around the bar, celebrating.
"Did you do that?" Fred whispered. Wanda nodded. "Why?"
"Cuz I wanted to see him win something." Wanda glared at Fred, who backed off.
The evening continued on, in a similar manner, until Jean got tired of seeing Evan win at darts. She shoved Scott over to the line. He scored two twenties and a bullseye. By that time, most of the teens were too drunk to walk straight, much less shoot a pool ball, or dart straight.
"You challenging me?" Evan asked, poking Scott.
"Maybe." Evan turned, and threw three darts, landing two bullseyes and a twenty. He smirked at Scott, who approached the line, and threw two of his darts. They both landed bullseyes. He threw his third dart, and it was hit out of the air by a wayward cue ball.
"Sorry lad! I dinnae mean to do that!" Rahne called out from the pool table.
"Don't worry Wolfie, it's only a dart. Would one of you like to pass us our ball?" Tabby called across the bar. Jubilee picked it up, and walked over to the pool table.
"Hey! Can I play? How do you play?" The three players turned to Kurt and Rogue.
"Vell, you try to get the balls into the pockets…"
"But ya have to get them in order, the two 'fore the three, and the eight 'fore the twelve…"
"Isn't the eight ball the last to go in?"
"No, it's gotta go in 'fore the nine…"
"Nien, I'm sure that it's the last…See! The nine ball is in this pocket, but the eight's still on the table!"
"Oh, right, ya, well, and you go, and if you sink a ball, you go again, and if you don't then you wait 'till your turn again…"
"But if you sink the cue ball, then the person going after you goes…and they get to put whatever ball they vant into a pocket…"
"No! Now you're screwin' up! They get to put the white ball wherever they want!"
"Yeah, yeah, and then there's this blue stuff, you rub your cue vith it, or forfeit your turn."
"Umm, Kurt, that's your fur…"
"Oh! Oops, vell, vhere's the stuff ve're supposed to rub on then?"
"Um…Rahne had it last…"
"Rahne! Vhere are you Rahne? I need the blue stuff!"
"No you don't!"
"Yes I do!"
"No you don't!"
"Yes, mein schweister, I do!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Yes!" Kurt and Rogue were left arguing, while Rahne joined Remy the card shark and his 'victims'. Tabby and Jubilee left to watch the Canadian guys.
"What are ye all playin'?"
"Poker." Jamie said, never lifting his eyes.
"Who be a-winnin'?"
"The midget yo!" Todd looked at Rahne, a very grumpy look on his face. "If he wins one more time, I'm gonna have to start givin' him my shirt yo!" Rahne made a face, and immediately walked into Sam, who was just getting up to leave.
"Uh, sorry, but Jamie's cleaned me out, an' Ah know when to leave."
"Actually, so does Remy. And I tink dat we best be headin' back t' de place we're stayin'…" Remy looked about the bar. John was currently trying to set fire to his drink, saying he wanted a 'Molotov cocktail', Piotr was trying to gather the darts and pool cues so no one would be injured, and the rest were trying to figure out why they all had cows on their shirts.
"Da, please help me…" Piotr ducked as Kurt swung his pool cue at him. Piotr had tried to take it away from the elf, and the results had been a minute of Kurt porting around the room randomly. Now Kurt was trying to hit Piotr over the head with said cue. And while Kurt was not a drunk as some others, his aim was severely impaired.
"Well, 'ow d' y' suggest gettin' dem all back now?" Remy asked. Piotr turned, and Kurt landed a direct hit to Colossus's skull. The giant fell over, out cold. "'m doomed…" Remy said, as John finally lit his 'Molotov Cocktail'.
"Wow! Look mate! I nev'r woulda guessed it flame like that!" John watched the fire, absolutely entranced.
"Think we should help him?"
"Nah, I'm tired of havin' to baby-sit. Order another round." Logan leaned back, and watched as Sabretooth munched the little bar peanuts.
Remy was doing his very best to pull John off the bartender. Several other patrons watched, giving occasional shouts of encouragement to the barkeep.
"That's it! Give 'im a right! He can't take for much longer eh!"
"Kick 'im! 'E ain't fightin' fair, why should yeh?"
"C'mon Pyro! Let de homme be! Gambit'll make sure y' get y' lighter once we get back to de hotel! C'mon!" Remy tugged harder, and flew backwards as St. John's belt finally gave under all the stress.
"Whoo! There's a sight yeh don' see every day eh?"
"Damn good yeh don't!"
Remy looked up, and saw John's boxers, which were covered with little pens, pencils, textbooks, and other school supplies.
"Wha'?" John twisted, and saw Remy holding his pants. Turning as red as his hair, John leaped off the bartender, and charged Remy.
"Eeep!" Remy leaped up, and rushed into one of the two vans. It was crammed full of drunk and semi-conscious teens. Turning the key, the engine roared to life, and Remy slammed the pedal, zooming away.
John followed, and spying the other van, also full of drunk and semi-conscious teens, he hopped in, and zoomed off after Remy.
The two vans were not far from the hotel when Remy was stopped, for speeding.
"'Lo, may I see your license?" The man asked, looking down at his clipboard. Remy passed him a plastic card. "Well, Mr. Summers, would you care to explain to me why yeh were goin' nearly ninety klicks on this sixty road?"
"Umm, well, y' see, m' friend back there is tryin' t' kill me, cuz I pulled his pants off in a bar."
"Right…Would you please step out of the vehicle?" Remy climbed out, and spotted another officer in red doing the same to John. "Could you please recite the alphabet backwards?" The officer asked.
"Oui. A-B, non, wait, Z-Y-X-W-ummm…V-U-T-S-R-Q-P-O-N-M-N-O-P-Q, non, I can get this! Umm…"
"Yes, well, can you walk from here, to here, one foot in front of the other, in a straight line?"
"Oui!" Remy proceeded to walk, rather crookedly, frightened of all the looks John kept sending him.
"Sir, please come with me." Remy followed the officer, who lead him into a van, where there was a small apparatus. "Please blow here." Remy blew on the plastic piece, and there was a little beep. The officer looked at it. "Alright, you can go, but don't drink anything more if you plan on driving after. Here's your license." The officer lead Remy back to the van.
"Tanks officer!"
"By the way, how many kids do yeh have in there eh?"
"Ummm…" Remy looked back, and tried to count. "Mor'n two, but less 'n twenty." Remy closed the door and drove off, breathing a sigh of relief.
Until he saw John in the rearview mirror, also getting back into the van.
"Eeep!"
AN: There we go! I was busy this weekend, between Operation: Rebirth on YTV Saturday, and a movie on Sunday…that's why this wasn't up earlier…guess what movie!! Well, I'll give you a hint, it has more cameos than…something with a lot of cameos…hmmm…well, ja. Plus I have a butt-load of school crap, don't get home till six, gotta get up at six, gotta go to sleep by ten…crap, school sucks. Anyway, at the rate I'm going, this is gonna be thirty chaps long, so if you can stand it, hang around, I might get another update out this weekend. I have special plans for Newfoundland…*evil grin* If anyone can guess, they'll get a cookie!