Disclaimer: Let's play swallow all the stuff under the sink!
If you think this chapter's a little short I apologize. I just thought that this was a good place to end . I'm going to try really hard to finish this story up soon. But, if school should interfere it might take some time. Anyways, enjoy!
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Piotr looked down the dark stairs leading to the basement. "Joh-on," he called. He waited for a response but got none. "Joh-on," he called again, taking one step and then another. "It is getting very spooky down here and I am not liking to be playing games," he called as he reached the bottom. A hand suddenly grabbed him from behind.
"The Wizard of Oz," John exclaimed. " It's the Wizard of Oz!" He broke into maniacal laughter.
"What are you talking about," Piotr asked as he was dragged into the light of the den. What awaited him was a miracle. All over the walls was, in fact, the Wizard of Oz drawn out but with new dialogue written a-la-speech- bubble. "John, what did you do?"
"I rewrote it! Isn't it wonderful," he asked, breaking once more into laughter.
"You didn't watch the television.did you," Piotr asked accusingly. John shook his head while holding in his amusement.
"Oookay," Piotr announced. "I think you've spent a little too much time by yourself for today. Let's go upstairs and get you something to eat."
"I'm not hungry."
"Well, then you can watch us."
"Don't wanna," John whined.
"Why not?"
"Because the voices in my head are now commanding me to re-write Gone With The Wind."
"I need to get you out of here." Colossus quickly threw the small Aussie over his shoulder and hurried up the stairs. Gambit would know what to do with him.
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But, Gambit didn't know what to do with him. In the end all he had come up with was tying John to a chair and hoping that he would fall asleep soon and be better in the morning for the auditions.
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"I don't want to do this anymore," Pyro announced as he stared at his breakfast.
"It's too late to change your mind now," Gambit told him. "So eat your pancakes."
John stared at the pile of burnt lumps in front of him that in no way resembled cakes. Rocks maybe, but not cakes. A long blond hair stuck out of the corner of one of the lumps. "Sabertooth cooked these didn't he," John remarked.
"Non, Gambit made the pancakes, Sabertooth stirred the batter."
"I had no idea you were so good at making charcoal," John told him.
"It's not Gambit's fault," the Cajun protested. "Someone had to wake you up, take in the mail, and save Sabertooth from choking on a hair ball. That someone was Gambit. So Gambit is sorry if you aren't pleased with the food on your plate but Gambit will have you know that there are starving children in Louisiana."
"There are," Colossus gasped.
"Oui."
"Maybe we should send them the food you made," Colossus suggested.
"There is no time! You and Gambit must make John presentable for all of the potential muses because lord knows he will not be able to manage by himself." Which was the truth as John, a basket case, nervously drank coffee from his shaking, volcano-shaped mug.
"I see your point. But how will we get him ready and to the park for the auditions in such a condition?"
"Don't worry, Gambit has a plan."
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Well, that's all folks! .for now.
If you think this chapter's a little short I apologize. I just thought that this was a good place to end . I'm going to try really hard to finish this story up soon. But, if school should interfere it might take some time. Anyways, enjoy!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Piotr looked down the dark stairs leading to the basement. "Joh-on," he called. He waited for a response but got none. "Joh-on," he called again, taking one step and then another. "It is getting very spooky down here and I am not liking to be playing games," he called as he reached the bottom. A hand suddenly grabbed him from behind.
"The Wizard of Oz," John exclaimed. " It's the Wizard of Oz!" He broke into maniacal laughter.
"What are you talking about," Piotr asked as he was dragged into the light of the den. What awaited him was a miracle. All over the walls was, in fact, the Wizard of Oz drawn out but with new dialogue written a-la-speech- bubble. "John, what did you do?"
"I rewrote it! Isn't it wonderful," he asked, breaking once more into laughter.
"You didn't watch the television.did you," Piotr asked accusingly. John shook his head while holding in his amusement.
"Oookay," Piotr announced. "I think you've spent a little too much time by yourself for today. Let's go upstairs and get you something to eat."
"I'm not hungry."
"Well, then you can watch us."
"Don't wanna," John whined.
"Why not?"
"Because the voices in my head are now commanding me to re-write Gone With The Wind."
"I need to get you out of here." Colossus quickly threw the small Aussie over his shoulder and hurried up the stairs. Gambit would know what to do with him.
~*~
But, Gambit didn't know what to do with him. In the end all he had come up with was tying John to a chair and hoping that he would fall asleep soon and be better in the morning for the auditions.
~*~
"I don't want to do this anymore," Pyro announced as he stared at his breakfast.
"It's too late to change your mind now," Gambit told him. "So eat your pancakes."
John stared at the pile of burnt lumps in front of him that in no way resembled cakes. Rocks maybe, but not cakes. A long blond hair stuck out of the corner of one of the lumps. "Sabertooth cooked these didn't he," John remarked.
"Non, Gambit made the pancakes, Sabertooth stirred the batter."
"I had no idea you were so good at making charcoal," John told him.
"It's not Gambit's fault," the Cajun protested. "Someone had to wake you up, take in the mail, and save Sabertooth from choking on a hair ball. That someone was Gambit. So Gambit is sorry if you aren't pleased with the food on your plate but Gambit will have you know that there are starving children in Louisiana."
"There are," Colossus gasped.
"Oui."
"Maybe we should send them the food you made," Colossus suggested.
"There is no time! You and Gambit must make John presentable for all of the potential muses because lord knows he will not be able to manage by himself." Which was the truth as John, a basket case, nervously drank coffee from his shaking, volcano-shaped mug.
"I see your point. But how will we get him ready and to the park for the auditions in such a condition?"
"Don't worry, Gambit has a plan."
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Well, that's all folks! .for now.