DISCLAIMER: "God creates dinosaurs, God destroys dinosaurs, God creates man, man destroys God, man creates dinosaurs." "Dinosaurs eat man, woman inherits the Earth.."

Thank you everyone for the great reviews!

Just two things I wanted to say; I'm not a dude, Ner'ual of Say'lar. I'm a dudette. And the only Pokémon participating in this story will be the 500 Bulbasaurs.

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(Xavier wheels in through the front porch, leaving the pony outside. On it there's a sign saying "No admittance except on party business" (the porch, not the pony).

(Xavier knocks on the door with Remys bo-staff.)

OFFSTAGE REMY: Be careful! It was a birthday present!

STORM: (From inside the door) No thank you! We don't want anymore visititors, wellwishers or distant relations!

XAVIER: (Telepathicly speaking) And what about very old friends?

(Storm opens the door.)

STORM: Charles?

XAVIER: Ororo Munroe.

STORM: My dear Charles! (Runs up to him and hugs him (and since he's in a wheelchair, he's just the right height!)

XAVIER: Good to see you. 111 years old! Who would believe it? (stares at her) You haven't aged a day.

STORM: Come on, come in!

(Storm holds the door open so Xavier can wheel in. Xavier bumps the bo-staff into the door ledge.)

OFFSTAGE REMY: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

STORM: Welcome, welcome. Oh, here we are.

(Storm closes the door.)

STORM: Tea? Or maybe something a little stronger? I've got a few bottles of the old Winyard left. 1296. VERY good year. Almost as old as I am.

(Storm takes Xaviers hat and puts it in a corner.)

STORM: It was laid down by my father. What say we open one, Charles? (Goes to the kitchen.)

XAVIER: That sounds nice, err, I mean just tea, thank you.

(Xavier tries wheeling into the kitchen, but crashes into a chandelier with the bo-staff. Then he runs into a wall.)

OFFSTAGE REMY: Remy can't take this anymore! (Runs onstage, snatches the bo-staff and runs back.) Are you all right, Precioussss?

STORM: (Babbling from the kitchen) I was expecting you last week, Charles. Not that it matters. You come and go as you please.

Always have and always will. You caught me a bit unprepared. We've only got cold chicken and a bit of pickle.....

(Xavier wheels into a livingroom.)

STORM: There's some cheese here. No, that won't do. We've got raspberry jam, an appletart......

(Xavier picks up a map and looks at it.)

STORM: But not much for afters.

(The map shows a big mountain with a dragon.)

STORM: Oh no, we're all right. I just found some sponge cake.

(Storm enters the livingroom staring at the sponge cake.)

STORM: I could make you some eggs if you'd-

(Storm looks up from the cake and realizes that Xavier has left the room.)

STORM: Hunh? Charles?

XAVIER: (Poking his head out of the kitchen) Just tea, thank you.

STORM: Oh, right, hehe. You don't mind if I eat, do you?

XAVIER: No, not at all.

JUBILEES VOICE: Ororo! Ororo Munroe!

STORM: I'm not at home! I've got to get away from these confounded relatives hanging on the bell all day...

(Storm runs over to the kitchen window, looking out.)

STORM:  ....never giving me a moments peace.

 I want to see mountains agains. Mountains, Charles! And then find somewhere quiet where I can finish my book. Oh, tea.

(Storm takes the kettle of the fire.)

XAVIER: So you mean to go through with your plan?

STORM: Yes, yes. It's all in hand. All the arrangements are made.

(Xavier lifts the lid off the tea pot with his mind.)

STORM: Oh, thank you. (Pours the tea into the pot.)

XAVIER: Evan suspects something.

STORM: Of course he does. He's a mutant, not some blockheaded footballplayer from Hardbottle.

XAVIER: You will tell him, won't you?

STORM: Yes, yes.

XAVIER: He's very fond of you.

STORM: I know. He'd probably come with me if I asked him.

I think in his heart, Evan's still in love with the Shire. The woods, the fields. (Dreamily) Little rivers.

(Stands in silence for a minute) I am old, Charles. I know I don't look it, but I'm starting to feel it in my heart.

(Storm fondles the Ring, which is in her pocket.)

STORM: I feel.....thin. (Sits down) Sort of stretched, like butter scratched over too much bread.

I need a holiday. A very long holiday. And I don't expect I shall return. In fact I mean not to.

(Xavier and Storm is sitting outside, smoking, looking down at the party field.....)

STORM: Old Toby. The finest weed in the Southfarthing.

(Storm blows a smoke ring. Xavier then blows a smoke plane that flies through Storms ring (not THAT one, silly.)