... o,0;...Umm... insane Idea I had the other evening relating to Evo... so here we
go.
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TRADING SPACES: BAYVILLE
"Hi, and welcome to Trading Spaces," the bubbly brunette with short, flipped out hair smiled. "I'm Paige Davis, and today we're in beautiful Bayville, where two groups of teenagers are Trading Spaces to redecorate one room in each other's homes!"
Eight teenagers were pushed onto the pastoral scene, where Paige was standing before a white picket fence in some unknown field outside of Bayville.
"Jean, Rogue, Kurt, and Kitty have all agreed to Trade Spaces with Lance, Pietro, Todd, and Freddy. Our two designers today are Frank Bielec and Hilda Santo-Tomas, along with handyman Ty Pennington."
Paige smiled at the disgruntled and slightly miffed teenagers that stood beside her. "Now, you know the rules. We have only two days to completely redecorate the rooms. Each designer has only $1,000 dollars to spend, and there is NO PEEKING! Are you ready to Trade Spaces?"
Paige ignored the faint murmurs of ascent as she beamed even brighter, if at all possible.
"Here ya go!" She laughed as she crossed her arms, each finely manicured hand holding a different set of keys. Jean, who was in the front of the line of X-Men, reached over and snatched away the keys to the Brotherhood's house before she stormed off, back towards civilization. Lance reached forwards and took the keys to Jean's room gently, almost reverently; the seriousness of the situation was destroyed when his maniacal, evil grin split his face.
"And, CUT!" The director yelled from behind the camera. The instant the words left his mouth, the smile melted off of Paige's face, replaced by a façade similar to one is you had poop stuck under your nose.
"Where's my cappuccino? I ordered it..." Paige paused to look down at her watch. The entire crew waited as she counted backwards, using her fingers, then her toes. "I ordered it fifteen... no, wait... twenty... no... A HALF HOUR AGO! And where's my trailer? It is boiling out here, and I demand some AC! And..."
Kitty sighed as she brushed her long brown ponytail back from where the wind blew it to where it belonged: behind her shoulder. "She is, like, not as nice as she appears on the TV."
"Tell me about it," Kurt replied from behind the mask of his image inducer. "She and Jean must be related."
The two mutants turned and headed after Jean, leaving Rogue alone, pissed off. "Look at what the Professor and Mystique got us into: two days spending with a roly-poly, fat old man who is OBSESSED WITH CHICKENS!!!" Her angry disposition faded as it was replaced with one of humor.
"I can't wait until Wanda sees her new room..."
TRADING SPACES: BAYVILLE
"Hi, and welcome to Trading Spaces," the bubbly brunette with short, flipped out hair smiled. "I'm Paige Davis, and today we're in beautiful Bayville, where two groups of teenagers are Trading Spaces to redecorate one room in each other's homes!"
Eight teenagers were pushed onto the pastoral scene, where Paige was standing before a white picket fence in some unknown field outside of Bayville.
"Jean, Rogue, Kurt, and Kitty have all agreed to Trade Spaces with Lance, Pietro, Todd, and Freddy. Our two designers today are Frank Bielec and Hilda Santo-Tomas, along with handyman Ty Pennington."
Paige smiled at the disgruntled and slightly miffed teenagers that stood beside her. "Now, you know the rules. We have only two days to completely redecorate the rooms. Each designer has only $1,000 dollars to spend, and there is NO PEEKING! Are you ready to Trade Spaces?"
Paige ignored the faint murmurs of ascent as she beamed even brighter, if at all possible.
"Here ya go!" She laughed as she crossed her arms, each finely manicured hand holding a different set of keys. Jean, who was in the front of the line of X-Men, reached over and snatched away the keys to the Brotherhood's house before she stormed off, back towards civilization. Lance reached forwards and took the keys to Jean's room gently, almost reverently; the seriousness of the situation was destroyed when his maniacal, evil grin split his face.
"And, CUT!" The director yelled from behind the camera. The instant the words left his mouth, the smile melted off of Paige's face, replaced by a façade similar to one is you had poop stuck under your nose.
"Where's my cappuccino? I ordered it..." Paige paused to look down at her watch. The entire crew waited as she counted backwards, using her fingers, then her toes. "I ordered it fifteen... no, wait... twenty... no... A HALF HOUR AGO! And where's my trailer? It is boiling out here, and I demand some AC! And..."
Kitty sighed as she brushed her long brown ponytail back from where the wind blew it to where it belonged: behind her shoulder. "She is, like, not as nice as she appears on the TV."
"Tell me about it," Kurt replied from behind the mask of his image inducer. "She and Jean must be related."
The two mutants turned and headed after Jean, leaving Rogue alone, pissed off. "Look at what the Professor and Mystique got us into: two days spending with a roly-poly, fat old man who is OBSESSED WITH CHICKENS!!!" Her angry disposition faded as it was replaced with one of humor.
"I can't wait until Wanda sees her new room..."
