Chapter Ate

Disclaimer: NOOOOOOOO EVIL MUFFINS!!!

Long weekend so I have time to write but on Tuesday I have to go on this stupid retreat thing for confirmation but I get the day off school. And today, Monday, we got off for some teacher workshop thing.

Scott walked down the hall with Gir by his side. They were men on a mission. Like that song from Devo. What mission you ask? To find where Kitty hid her stash.

"Okay Gir, first job. We need cool gadgets and weapons. Open up your head and pull 'em out like in all the episodes." Scott instructed.

"I got riiiiiiid of all the weapons." Gir stated.

"Gir! Why would you do such a thing!?!?!" Scott shouted

"To make room for the tuna and piggys!" Gir screeched. Scott's tiny little brain took a second to process this thought. After awhile Scott came to the conclusion that 'piggys and tuna' was guy language for beer and hoes.

"Then lead me to this 'Tuna and Piggys'." Scott said.

"Okay!" Gir screeched happily.

(Jean)

Jean stalked down the hall once again wired and wearing her Xena outfit. She was searching for her next prey. Suddenly Kurt jumped out of nowhere dressed in a Hercules outfit.

"We have come to conquer you evil...lady-person."

"We?" Jean questioned questioningly. (Which im supposing is the only way to question.)

"Yes we." Kurt said as Ian and Suckey-Dude Carl emerged from the shadows.

"Oh crap."

(Kitty)

Kitty had calmed down a little and was again searching for her stash. She tried to remember where she placed it last.

"Looking for dis, mon ami?" A voice asked from behind her. She spun around, and there was Remy! Yay! And he was holding a bag up.

"Hah, nice try Cajun, but my stash is waaaaaaaaaaay bigger than that puny little thing." Kitty stated. She figured Scott must have asked Remy to try and resolve this issue.

"Damn, beginners mistake." Remy muttered under his breath. Remy walked away, for the first time in his life, defeated. 'Non' Remy thought 'Remy can not be defeated, He shall go back and-' His thoughts were interrupted as something bright caught his eye. It was dark so he could not make out the figure easily. He approached the figure and what he saw did not surprise him.

There kneeled St John on the grass, neon orange hair and all. He was on his knees one hand propping him up. He had a distant-looking expression on his face and his mouth was open the slightest bit. But what bewildered Remy the most was the fact the he was holding a penny between his thumb and forefinger and hovering it over the blades of grass.

"Mon ami, if you don't mind Remy asking, what the hell are you doing?" Remy asked like he was speaking to a small child.

"Geeez, mate, what's it look like? I'm mowing the lawn." John answered snottily. "Geez what a nit-wit." He said as he turned back to the lawn.

Remy shook his head and walked away.

Okay im runnin low on stupidity gimme a day or two and ull get an extra- stupid chappy. REVIEWS PLEZ!!!!!