Disclaimer: " I shall call him Squishy and he shall be mine. And he shall
be my Squishy.
Hey everyone! Yes I'm back and this story will get finished. I realized that I've been writing this story since March of 2003, that's almost a year. OMG, I've gotta get this story done because that's way too long to be writing one simple fanfic. Why are you still reading my ramblings? On with the story!
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" This is your big plan," Colossus asked as he watched Gambit gel Pyro's hair as the Aussie happily spooned ice cream into his mouth. "Your plan is to feed Pyro ice cream until he pukes?"
"No," Gambit rebuttled, " My plan is to get enough sugar into him so he forgets his problems. My plan is to put enough food in him so he is complacent and happy as a cow chewing its cud."
"You do realize how horrible a plan that is don't you?"
"Why is it bad?"
"With John's insanity you can't expect him to react normally to the effects of sugar. He may go ballistic on us."
"Nonsense," Gambit told him, giving Pyro's hair one last tweak before going to pick out something for the Aussie to wear.
Colossus glanced into John's bowl. "What is that?"
"Thungie Mongie," John replied, mouth full of the substance.
"What?"
John swallowed. "Chunky Monkey," he grinned, scooping more of the substance out of the bowl and into his mouth.
"And what exactly is 'Chunky Monkey'?"
Pyro pointed to the sink, which held the empty ice cream carton. Colossus stomped over to the sink, picked the 'Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream' container up between two fingers and slowly rotated it before finding the description of the flavor. "Banana flavored ice cream, chocolate chunks and walnuts; how can you eat this?"
"It's good," Pyro simply stated before putting another spoonful into his mouth. "Ice cream always makes everything hundreds of percent better."
"You lying Cajun," Colossus screamed. "Your real plan is to use the ice cream as a form of mind control. First you take all reason from John. Will you next put me under such a spell by luring me with Cherry Garcia, or Mint Chocolate Chip? Or will you sink so low as to commit the sacrilege of using Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough to bring me to my knees, turning me into your personal."
"What are you blabbering about? Gambit's only plan was to get John into a good mood. See how happy he is?"
"Can you even begin to see the future crash that will occur when the sugar high ebbs?"
"Gambit was hoping that would happen after he picks a muse." Turning to the Aussie he held up two shirts. " The blue or the black mon ami?"
" Do I have a red one?"
" Non, it will clash with your hair. Blue or black?"
"Black, it's a very professional color, don't you think?"
"Very," Colossus quickly agreed.
"Bon, mon ami. Now, go wash up and I'll have your clothes lying out on your bed."
"With-my-lighter," John spurted, a crazy gleam in his eyes.
"Uh, Gambit will see what he can do."
" I have to have my lighter. Without it I am powerless. If I ever lost it I don't know what I would do.probably find a new one with an even cooler design but for those couple of hours I would just be inconsolable."
" Gambit shall find it for you."
"Good," John beemed.
"Colossus, if you could just make sure his teeth get brushed," the Cajun pleaded before disappearing out of the kitchen.
Of course, no problem," the Russian replied. " You heard the thief, Johnny, lets go brush your teeth."
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Did you like it? I hope so. You can show me what you really think by sending a review. Reviews are to the ego as caffeine is to the brain. See ya!
Hey everyone! Yes I'm back and this story will get finished. I realized that I've been writing this story since March of 2003, that's almost a year. OMG, I've gotta get this story done because that's way too long to be writing one simple fanfic. Why are you still reading my ramblings? On with the story!
~*~
" This is your big plan," Colossus asked as he watched Gambit gel Pyro's hair as the Aussie happily spooned ice cream into his mouth. "Your plan is to feed Pyro ice cream until he pukes?"
"No," Gambit rebuttled, " My plan is to get enough sugar into him so he forgets his problems. My plan is to put enough food in him so he is complacent and happy as a cow chewing its cud."
"You do realize how horrible a plan that is don't you?"
"Why is it bad?"
"With John's insanity you can't expect him to react normally to the effects of sugar. He may go ballistic on us."
"Nonsense," Gambit told him, giving Pyro's hair one last tweak before going to pick out something for the Aussie to wear.
Colossus glanced into John's bowl. "What is that?"
"Thungie Mongie," John replied, mouth full of the substance.
"What?"
John swallowed. "Chunky Monkey," he grinned, scooping more of the substance out of the bowl and into his mouth.
"And what exactly is 'Chunky Monkey'?"
Pyro pointed to the sink, which held the empty ice cream carton. Colossus stomped over to the sink, picked the 'Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream' container up between two fingers and slowly rotated it before finding the description of the flavor. "Banana flavored ice cream, chocolate chunks and walnuts; how can you eat this?"
"It's good," Pyro simply stated before putting another spoonful into his mouth. "Ice cream always makes everything hundreds of percent better."
"You lying Cajun," Colossus screamed. "Your real plan is to use the ice cream as a form of mind control. First you take all reason from John. Will you next put me under such a spell by luring me with Cherry Garcia, or Mint Chocolate Chip? Or will you sink so low as to commit the sacrilege of using Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough to bring me to my knees, turning me into your personal."
"What are you blabbering about? Gambit's only plan was to get John into a good mood. See how happy he is?"
"Can you even begin to see the future crash that will occur when the sugar high ebbs?"
"Gambit was hoping that would happen after he picks a muse." Turning to the Aussie he held up two shirts. " The blue or the black mon ami?"
" Do I have a red one?"
" Non, it will clash with your hair. Blue or black?"
"Black, it's a very professional color, don't you think?"
"Very," Colossus quickly agreed.
"Bon, mon ami. Now, go wash up and I'll have your clothes lying out on your bed."
"With-my-lighter," John spurted, a crazy gleam in his eyes.
"Uh, Gambit will see what he can do."
" I have to have my lighter. Without it I am powerless. If I ever lost it I don't know what I would do.probably find a new one with an even cooler design but for those couple of hours I would just be inconsolable."
" Gambit shall find it for you."
"Good," John beemed.
"Colossus, if you could just make sure his teeth get brushed," the Cajun pleaded before disappearing out of the kitchen.
Of course, no problem," the Russian replied. " You heard the thief, Johnny, lets go brush your teeth."
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Did you like it? I hope so. You can show me what you really think by sending a review. Reviews are to the ego as caffeine is to the brain. See ya!