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DISCLAIMER! I don't write as an outlet for my creative genius, I write as an outlet for my creative dumbass.

"Sooo…Where are we?" Tabitha asked, gazing up and around at the giant towering tower.

"Alberta." Xavier replied. "Now, here, you'll have three options, you can go to Edmonton, stay here for the Stampede, or south to Drumheller."

"And we really want to care because?" Lance asked, irritable due to a giant hangover.

"Storm will be driving north to Edmonton, to the West Edmonton Mall…"

"Did somebody say mall?" Jubilee perked up, and Kitty, Tabby, Amara made a bolt for the van where Ororo was sitting murmuring to herself.

"Hank will be taking a group to Drumheller, where they have a wonderful exhibit displaying several varieties of fossils."

"Then why isn't the Prof there?" Bobby sniggered. Logan backhanded Bobby in the back of his head.

"And Logan will be remaining here, to take part in the annual festivities known as the Stampede. Please choose a destination."

Rahne raised her hand. "Where's Mr. Sabretooth goin'?" Sabretooth growled.

"He's joining Mr. McCoy."

"Probably visiting some long lost relatives." There was more snickering. Sabretooth growled.

Sam, Bobby, Kurt and Ray wandered the grounds, in search of something interesting.

"FOOD!!" Kurt leaped over to a stand selling Mini-Doughnuts. (AN: I am addicted to them, it's true!)

"Kurt!! You can't be already hungry!! C'mon! Let's go on the log ride!!" Bobby tried to drag Kurt away, but didn't succeed until Kurt had purchased a bag of the doughnuts.

"Mmmm…sugar ist sehr gut." Sam tried to sneak a doughnut, and Kurt, in his sugar induced daze, let it slip. Sam bit into the sugar covered ball of dough, and fell into a similar trance.

"C'mon! Log ride you two!! On the double!!" Ray, his infection having abated again, leaving some rather…interesting scars, tugged at Sam, while Bobby dragged Kurt. Getting onto the ride, they strapped themselves in, Bobby at the front, Kurt and Sam in the middle, and Ray at the back. Sam's sugar trance wore off, while Kurt slowly munched the last Mini-Doughnut. The log boat crawled up the incline, turned, and sped down the first hill.

"That was disappointing." Ray observed, as they began to climb the next hill.

"Hey!! There's a camera!!" Bobby realized as a brilliant flash lit up the track ahead.

"Joy." Sam said unenthusiastically. The log-boat began to tip forward, and then sped down the second hill. The four boys were blinded by the flash, and then hit by a huge spray of water.

"WOOO!! Let's do that again!!" Bobby shouted.

"Where's Ray?" Sam asked, noticing that the fourth member of their group was MIA.

"Ummm…Not here?" Kurt offered. The three looked back at the track, where Ray was being fished out of the water, and unhappy expression plastered on his face.

"He's alright, let's go see the picture!!" Bobby rushed off the ride, to the little stand set up nearby. He choked with laughter when he got there. "I'm king of the world!!" He shouted. Bobby was in the now famous pose from Titanic, while Kurt was displaying his fangs, Sam covered his eyes, and Ray was falling out of the boat. "How much?" Bobby grinned at the vendor.

"C'mon cherie, y' must want t' go on at least one ride, non?"

"Non is correct." Rogue replied.

"Not even dat one over there?"

"Not even that one ovah there."

"Hmm, well, Remy t'inks y'll be goin' on it anyw'y." Remy grabbed Rogue's arm, and rushed off to the giant towers. Getting in line, he kept a firm grip on Rogue's arm.

"Leggo o' me y' dumb Cajun!"

"Y' wound me cherie."

"Ah'm not yer cherie!"

"C'm now, it won't be that bad, will it? One ride? S'il vous plait?"

"See? It not so bad now." Remy was firmly buckled in next to Rogue. Rogue snorted. The trigger was released, and the Southern pair were hurled a few hundred meters into the air. Remy screaming all the way. Like a girl. They began to fall again, and Remy's heart rate began to slow. Remy only then noticed Rogue laughing. "What's so funny cherie?"

"You! And y're 'Not so bad now.'" Remy flushed red, and only then noticed his wallet had fallen out of his pocket.

"Condamner."

"Can we go to the Haunted House?" Jamie pleaded.

"No!! The Scrambler!! I wanna go on the Scrambler!!" Another begged.

"The rides are all so scary…" A third huddled in a corner.

"Rock climbing!! We should all go rock climbing!!"

"The Midway!! That's where everything is!! The Midway!!"

"Why me?" Pyro looked up at the sky, while the ten or so odd Jamies tugged at him, each in a different direction.

"The Drop of Fear…sounds…intriguing!" Bobby hopped in the line, dragging Kurt with him, who had found another Mini-Doughnut stand.

"There's no water involved?" Ray asked cautiously, before stepping into the line with Sugar Sam in tow.

"None whatsoever!" Bobby replied, urging the line to move faster.

"No cameras?"

"Don't think so…" Bobby answered, concealing the truth. Ray sighed.

"Good…after this…I think we better find Logan…"

Logan was sitting in a bar, feet propped up, hat over face, and snoozing.

"Drake…I'm gonna murder you for this." Ray grouched, as the platform crawled ever upwards.

"You can't reach me!" Bobby replied in a chipper tone.

"Where am I?" Kurt suddenly asked, snapping out of his sugar trance.

"Ah'm up high…real high…Ah think Ah scared o' heights…" Sam paled visibly. The other three stared.

"Your powers are flight and you're scared of heights?" Ray asked critically. Sam thought for a minute.

"Nah, just when Ah'm strapped in so Ah can't fly…" Sam's three companions groaned, and then all four shouted when their harnesses suddenly dropped.

"I am so getting that picture!!" Bobby crowed as he leaped out of his harness.

"You're dead meat Drake!!" Bobby threw a handful of bills at the picture man, leaving Kurt and Sam to collect the change.

"I vonder how many doughnuts we can buy vith this…" Kurt looked at the change.

"Let's find out."

Ororo watched as Jubilee, Amara, Kitty, and Tabitha worshipped the mall before them.

"It's the mother of all malls." Kitty whispered reverently.

"Granddaddy." Jubilee corrected, in an equally reverent tone.

"We are about to walk on hallowed ground." Tabitha intoned.

"Shop till you drop sisters!" Amara leaped forward, as did the other three, leaving Ororo to attend to her priorities.

"Must…destroy." She had one final mission to carry out. And she had all the supplies necessary.

Five hours and seventy-six shopping bags later, the four returned to the van, to find it devoid of life. Stuffing their purchases inside, they ran back towards the mall, only to be stopped by Ororo walking back out.

"Into the van now girls."

"Are you feelin' okay 'Ro?" Tabitha asked. After having dealt with mentally unbalanced Ororo for a while, it was scary to have regular Ororo back.

"Perfectly fine. Now, we have to drive back to Calgary and meet up with the others. Back into the van."

The quartet nervously were glancing around while Ororo drove, and seemed very relieved when a large boom was heard off in the distance behind them a ways.

"I wonder what was exploding…" Tabitha wondered idly.

"Do we really care?" Jubilee answered, digging in the back of the van for some purchase lost in the sea of bags.

"Somebody might be hurt…" Kitty observed.

"Or it might have been some fireworks…" Amara replied.

"Don't look at me!" Jubilee protested when she turned to see everyone staring at her.

Scott yawned. And wondered why he had decided to come to the museum. And more importantly, why Evan had come to the museum.

"Why did you come here Evan? You never want to learn anything!" Scott asked finally.

"Because dude, bones are my thing hey! And I get to see their predecessors here!"

"Evan…these creatures are in no way whatsoever related to you."

"They have bones, I have bones, and besides, I wanted to perfect my Stegosaurus imitation." Evan popped a ridge of plates out along his back.

"That lad's aimin' to become this town's mascot, nae?" Rahne asked as she watched Evan stalk off.

"Why'd you come here?" Scott turned to Rahne.

"Bones are bones…the marrow is good aye?" Rahne shrugged, and picked up one of Evan's discarded bone plates, and gnawed on it contentedly. Scott shuddered.

'And I live with these people!!' He thought.

"Yes, you do." Jean gave Scott a puzzled look. "Why? Is there something wrong?"

"Yes!! Evan came to a place of learning, and Rahne's chewing on his bones!"

"And there is something wrong with Evan wanting to learn for once?" Hank asked, a smile tugging at his features.

"YES!!" Scott shouted.

"What?"

"Well…"

"I'm waiting."

"You see…"

"Today please Mr. Summers."

"Erg…umm…"

"Five…"

"Evan…"

"Four…"

"He's…"

"Three…"

"Y'know…"

"Two…"

"ARRRGH!!"

"One."

"HE'S EVAN!!" Scott finally shouted as Hank finished his countdown.

"That's your excuse?" Jean looked at Scott critically.

"Yes!! Evan has never wanted anything to do with academics ever!!"

"I was unaware you knew Mr. Daniels before he came to the Institute…MR. MAXIMOFF!! GET OFF OF THAT BRACHIOPOD!! IT IS NOT MEANT FOR USAGE AS A SLIDE!!" Hank was interrupted of his teasing of Scott to pull Pietro off a diplodocus he was using as a giant jungle gym. Jean continued what Hank had started.

"So, where'd you and Evan meet?" Jean asked slyly.

"ARGGHH!! This trip is a nightmare!!" Scott stormed off, and noticed Wolf-Rahne gnawing on another of Evan's plates. Only this one was still attached to his back. Roberto was trying to pry the wolf off Evan.

"Gerroffa me Rahne!!"

"C'mon Rahne! Let Evan shed it first! That sounded…disturbing…" Roberto loosened his hold on Rahne for a quarter of a second. A quarter of a second long enough for her to get a firmer grip on Evan's back.

"Roberto!!" Evan shouted.

"Oops!!" Roberto grabbed the wolf's middle, and pulled hard, hard enough that he fell on his butt when Scott blasted the plate loose from Evan.

"Holy mother!!" Evan shouted. "That hurt you!!"

"What happened here?" Hank asked, returning, and holding Pietro up off the ground. Rahne was on the ground, chewing away, while Evan was rubbing the spot where the plate had been attached only moments before.

"That hurts man!! If I were to do the same to one of your teeth, mebbe you wouldn't be so quick to do it to me again!"

"This trip was not a good idea…" Hank sighed, rubbing the sides of his head.

"Where are we?" Fred asked.

"Next to my sweetums!" Todd replied, trying to snuggle closer to Wanda, who was tied up very well. Wanda shoved Todd away with her shoulder, grimacing from contact with the smelly youth.

"That's oh so helpful brainiac." Lance growled.

"Tell me again…vhy are ve kidnappink this girl?" Piotr asked, thoroughly confused.

"Well, now we got our whole membership, excepting Mystique in the jeep, so we can leave this place yo!"

"Ummm…Hey! Tinman!! Do you wanna be our leader?" Fred made a stab at conversation.

"No way Fred!! I'm the leader, remember?" Lance took his eyes off the road, to stick his face in Fred's. Lance's jeep swerved off the narrow and empty highway, into the fenced in field. Lance slammed on the brakes, which failed of course, and began to say his prayers. Hurriedly and repeatedly. The rampaging jeep was stopped by a large and heavy object. Opening one eye, Lance looked to see a bovine pattern before him.

"Hey!! It's a cow yo!"

"Brilliant observation Toad." Lance snorted. The cow looked at the five in the jeep. The five looked back.

"Ummm…are cows man-eaters yo?" Todd asked nervously. Lance hit Todd in response. "I was just askin'…cuz that cow seems pretty hungry…"

"Mebbe it's disgruntled…"

"Wow Fred, I didn't think you knew that word!" Lance said sarcastically. "Hey! Tinman!! Care to get us out of this field? Tinman?" Lance looked around, to see Piotr stuck up in the only tree for miles.

"Uh…I don't think that's a good sign yo…" Todd stared upwards at the Russian Colossus, cowering in a tree.

"Let's get outta here…" Lance reached to put the jeep in reverse, only to hit another cow.

"We're surrounded!!" Fred was beginning to panic.

"Dammit!! Tinman!! Get down here!!" Lance shouted. Piotr shook his head furiously.

"Shit."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~(You should know what this means by know…)~~~~~~

"Hmmm…Now entering British Colombia…" Mystique read, while Magneto tried to pull the sign down…succeeding in only making the b's explode. "Let's go Harvey, before he tries to experiment on the iron inside of us." Mystique marched across the border, entourage not far behind, and the powerless Magneto soon after.

"I just don't understand! I'm fully evolved! My powers can't be dying!"

"I warned you about that crack!" Mystique threw over her shoulder, walking and cuddling Harvey.

I wish I was that cute…

No, you don't. Harvey replied.

Would you like to be walking?

You could fly if you wanted. Harvey pointed out.

Oooh…that's what these are for? Gertrude lifted a wing, examining it for the first time.

Yes. You're small 'nuff…use 'em. Emille the Emu said dryly.

"Where'd we get the emu again?" Magneto asked, looking at Emille curiously. Mystique shrugged.

"Hell if I know. I think he escaped from a zoo." Magneto scratched his bucket-less head.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~(Do you know your times tables?)~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Please!! Mr. Xavier! Are you here to see Mr. Klein?" Xavier struggled to answer, but was pushed along with the crowd to the Premier's office. He was shoved inside, and the door shut. Looking around, Xavier saw a room littered with empty liquor bottles.

"I hear you're the new *hic* Premier of Saska*hic*tchewan. Here's some free advice…get a dirty little secret…and if the news about you *hic* begins to die down…reveal it!" Xavier opened his mouth. "And don't start drink*hic*ing, Me and Whatshisface over in B*hic*C are usin' that…an' they already know yer gay? Well…start smoking *hic* MJ or somthin'…Now get *hic* out!" Xavier was pushed back out into the throng of reporters.

Okay…another short chapter…I'm running out of steam, can you tell? But this is longer than last chapter…ah well…two more to go…I think…*shrugs* well, I'm off fur a week, but I'm determined to finish this before New Year's…so we shall see…we shall most certainly see…

Auf weidersehen!

Chaotic Boredom