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Author's Notes: Don't worry guys. After I end this fic, I'm going to make a sequel. I'm thinking I'll make the kids into teenagers. If you like this idea, shout it out in your review! I really enjoy you guys' ideas and criticism. It just makes me a better writer! Thanx guys!

Chapter 20: Saturday Morning Cartoons and Finger-paints: A Danger to Society

Day 13/Saturday (wow!)

In his blue and white checkered shorts that he used for pajamas at night, Isaac walked down the girl's corridor and peeked around his sister's door to see her small body, covered in blankets to keep out the cold winter climate. Quietly, he tiptoed past the threshold of her room and noticed that her roommate, Immy, was already up and out of bed. Usually on Saturdays, Isaac always had to wake the two girls up for their morning ritual.

He tapped his sister's shoulder. She lifted up her head and inch and turned towards her brother, her eyes still shut. Lines from her pillow covered her face and she had a drool mark on her left cheek. Isaac took his thumb to his tongue and made it wet enough to wipe it off of her face—something their mother always did for them. "Eeew," Emma said, wiping her face off with her hands and glaring at her older brother who just smirked. "What do you want? I'm tired."

She reached out her hand towards her nightstand and pushed the little button that turned on her pink lamp. "Se réveille. Aujourd'hui est samedi et vous savez qui signifie (Wake up. Today is Saturday and you know what that means)!" he said excitedly in French. It took Emma a little while before she understood what he had said.

Slowly, the half-asleep little girl got out of her bed and held onto her brother's hand as he led her from her room, down the banister that lined the staircase, and into the living room where the television was already on. Bryce was messing with the remote, trying to get the TV to the right channel. All the kids, elementary and pre-school, were huddled around the tube, reading to watch their Saturday morning cartoons—a tradition that hadn't been broken ever since the kid's parents were teenage students at the Institute.

Immy waved to Emma, gesturing that she saved her best friend a seat. Isaac sat down next to Bryce and Caleb and watched Bugs Bunny trick Daffy Duck once again (A/N: do not own!!!)

"You guys have been staring at that television screen for six long hours!" Logan said, stepping in front of the kids to block their show. Behind him, the sound was blaring and the sound of Spongebob Squarepants' (A/N: again, do not own!!!) annoying little laugh was beginning to give the older man a migraine. "Time to eat breakfast and get dressed. Then you guys can get up and do something we specially planned for you in the playroom."

The children pouted and got up from where they were sitting to eat the cereal waiting for them in the dining room.

Once they were gone, Logan sank down onto the couch and sighed. "I though they'd never leave," he said to himself. He grabbed the remote off of the floor and turned the TV channel to a wrestling match he had recorded the previous night.

Beast, Warren, Colossus, and Logan helped all the kids file into the playroom and tie their smocks around their backs to cover their good clothes, as they would be finger-painting (pre-school) or painting with brushes (elementary) pictures for their mothers to welcome them back home.

"I'm making a picture of me, Mama, and Papa," Emma said proudly, showing her picture off to Immy. She set her canvas back on the table and thought for a minute before smearing yellow at the top of the page to look like the sun was shining down on the three of them.

Immy dipped her hands into a tray of red paint. "Where's Isaac?" she asked. She took her finger and traced around where her mother's head was supposed to be since the woman did have red hair.

"He's not there," Emma said huffily. "He's never nice to me and I don't want him in my picture."

"It's an older bwother (brother) thingy," Immy told her friend. They both hugged each other. Immy wasn't paying attention and accidentally left a runny trail of red paint that slid farther and farther down Emma's arm. She, too, didn't notice as she was too busy listening to Immy describe her picture.

Jenna interrupted the two girl's conversation. "Can I borrow some yellow?" she asked.

Immy pointed to a towel. "Wipe off your hands. We don't want to mix the colwors (colors)."

Jenna wiped off her hands and noticed the red running down Emma's arm. "What's that?" she asked, pointing towards the trail of red dripping from the other girl's arm. It fell onto the floor, drop by drop. The playroom, thankfully, had been covered in linoleum tile, so that if anything messy ever happened, it wouldn't stain like in a carpet.

"Aaah!" Emma screamed at the top of her lungs at the discovery. "I'm bleeding! Papa! PAPA! I'm going to die." She went into hysterics and began to hyperventilate. Isaac ran over to his sister and tried to calm her down while Tara and Lauren fanned Immy who had fainted at the sight of blood. Jordan ran out of the playroom to go get one of the adults to help them.

A few seconds later, Remy ran in, shaving cream smeared all over his bearded face. He had been shaving and nicked himself because Jordan had surprised his, so he was also bleeding, but unlike the four-year-old, he knew he wouldn't die.

"See Papa," she said, showing him where the blood was. Remy raised his eyebrows and smiled as he grabbed a cloth from the table nearby.

"Look chére," he said gently, wiping away the "blood" and revealing not as much as a cut on the girl's arm.

Emma jumped up and down with joy as she proclaimed, "Yay! I'm not going to die!"

Bryce and Caleb were admiring both their pictures. They were both pictures of their mothers.

"Well, mine's better," Bryce said as he added green to where his mother's eyes would be. He smirked over at Caleb.

Caleb made an angry face. "No. Mine is better," he disagreed. The two bickered for a few minutes when finally, Caleb lost his temper. Curling his small tail, he grabbed a lump of yellow paint and threw it at Bryce's face. The other boy managed to dodge the pain, but Lauren wasn't lucky enough. She was hit smack in the side of her face with the yellow goo. "Eeew!" she screamed. The paint was smeared in her head and on her smock.

She looked around and saw Bryce and Caleb pointing fingers at each other in guilt. In one hand, she grabbed green paint and in the other, purple. She let out a battle cry and threw paint at the two boys. Caleb teleported and missed the paint hitting his face by an inch. His sister, Morgan, was hit in the back.

After seeing the influence from the older kids, the preschoolers joined in the fight, as they didn't know any better.

"Stranded ... on a debserted (deserted) island. The natives are hostible (hostile)," Gavin said into a walkie-talkie that connected to Brad's who was on the opposite side of the playroom.

Suddenly, Nathan popped up out of his hiding place and smiled down on Gavin. Like a wild ape, he beat his chest and yelled. His face was covered in decorative lines of red and blue paint like the Indians their parents read about from story books. He threw the paint in his hand at Gavin. Before the paint hit his still clean smock, Gavin turned himself intangible and ran through the wall, running through the kitchen where he bumped into Colossus.

"Why are you out here?" Colossus asked, taking the young boy's hand and leading him back to the playroom as Gavin protested.

As soon as Piotr opened the door, he understood Gavin's plea. All the kids looked up at the grown man with evil smiles on their faces. "Fire at will!" Nathan yelled. All the kids threw paint at the big metal man and quickly, Colossus closed the door. The paint slammed against the wooden oak door. 'I never ... ever ... want kids,' he thought as he sent Gavin to get Logan who was working on his bike in the garage. Colossus called out to all the other men for reinforcement.

All the kids were bathed again and given a long lecture about their constant misbehavior and about using their tools properly. Then, each man assigned their child to a different part of the mansion for an extended timeout.

"How do they do it?" Kurt asked as he collapsed onto the leather couch Xavier had in his office.

"Who?" Lance asked as he sat against the wall and repeatedly banged his head. The kids were beginning to drive him crazy. He didn't know if he could take another day of it. Work wasn't even as stressful as taking care of the demon children.

Scott fixed his glasses to be comfortable on his face and ears. "Kurt means the women," he answered Lance's question. "And the answer to that question you asked, Kurt, is that: Women are a mystery. Never try to understand them because you will go crazy trying to. Trust me. I've been there."

Everyone left the office and walked over to the playroom downstairs and down the hall. They opened the door and were amazed at what they saw. The walls were covered in what seemed to be cave paintings. "My friends, the kids are reverting back to the prehistoric days. If these kids, as Principal Kelly says, are to be tomorrow's leaders, be afraid. Very afraid." Everyone gulped and went in with sponges in both hands and hope in their hearts that everything would come off and that the women would never know of anything that had happened there.