Disclaimer: My friends, I own naught. But soon, all will be to naught, and then I will own all. But until then... -sighs-

(An: Well, I'm off the sugar high, the OC's are passed out in a heap, and all is well with the world. -grins smugly- Okie, responses: Di: ..Anyone can get drunk. You can't say anything because I saw that review you left Kate! -finger point- Or was it Clover... I don't remember. I was planning to send everyone to the casino, to see like some magic show or something and that's when Apocaroach would show up so yeah I'll use it. And it's -Darkened- Skye. You have to get it right, since you're the only one reading that story. Next, Alix: I was watching the Seether vid on Vh1.. god I love that site. It's so handy. Uh, anyway, I can't have alcohol for two reasons: 1, I can't even drive yet, so that takes all the fun out of it, and 2, my family has this thing about alcohol. My mother got drunk at a party once (she didn't know I knew) and she spent the rest of the next day throwing up. And she only had three beers. So my family tree has no resiliency to alcohol. I'll have Sam and Pie elope to Wisconsin! Kidding! I'll.. uh send them somewhere and have them have relations with an Elvis, will that pacify you? Goddamn, that's creepy. -edges away- My life's dream: To become really really drunk, go to Vegas with my best friends and marry an Elvis impersonater! Is that not amazing?! ...Yeah, I'm kind of sapped for ideas here. Uh, anyway, Purple sky: Evenescance. What song? Whoever guesses it gets a bunny! But it's not -just- a bunny, oh no you silly mortals you, if you guess it you get the -announcer- bunny! Anyone who guesses it will recieve the AB at the end of this fic. Hello bunny and flowers! -major hint hint hint- I'd give him to you right away, but he's kind of my narrator for now.)

WHERE WE LEFT OFF, THE B-HOOD DWELLING PLACE

The B-hood house -definitely- left something to be desired. It was falling apart, quite literally. Which was why everyone was -so- glad to get the hell outta Dodge. Or Bayville. Whichever you prefer.

So, at about 8:00 P.M. they got onto a bus, which would take them to a plane, which would, hopefully, take them to Vegas baby yeah!

A FEW HOURS LATER, ON THE PLANE SOMEWHERE OVER THE PREVIOUSLY MENTIONED DESERT

Wanda was growling faintly since Todd had gotten the seat next to her. As it turned out, little Toddles had ADHD, which meant that he had a five-second attention span, was very easy to get on a sugar high, and was basically extremely annoying. Now he was leaning on the back of Wanda's seat with his head quite close to her's and when he wasn't begging her for a kiss he was bouncing up and down. Wanda was not very happy. That was putting it lightly. Wanda was pissed off beyond belief and twitching. That was putting it strongly. She growled faintly and her hands began to glow blue. She threw a Hex-bolt at Todd, but he ducked and it reflected off the window. The pilot of the plane screamed in agony as the Hex-bolt hit his face. The plane technology turned on him and started to attempt to castrate him. The plane did not like this. It made a noise like an irate duck having sex and crashed into the desert, eerily close to where the X-men and the wierdo dimension hoppers were.

The B-hood crawled from the twisted burning wreckage, crawled on their hands and knees for three full days, draggin' along- Oh wait, this isn't Albuquerque, sorry.

What actually happened was they did crawl from the wreckage, but it was neither twisted nor burning. And they only had to go two feet before they ran into the X-men.

(An: Mwahahahahaha! Yet another cliffhanger!)

THE EVER-CONTINUING JOURNIES OF APOCALYPSE

Today, we're reporting from Lambaeu field, (I have no idea how to spell that.. I'm not worthy of the term Cheesehead. YES! -does a dance-) which, as everyone knows, is the home of the Packers. -dryly- Wahoo.

Apocaroach and Mesmeroach, ever hopeful, sprang from the black hole.

What they found was utterly abhorrent and reppellent. They were on a large green field, painted with white lines and numbers. At either side was a large tuning-fork-esque pole. Running down the field with a ball were a bunch of sweaty guys in tight short wearing helmets bearing the legends "Packers" and "Bears." In the stadium, which vaugely resembled the Roman Colloseum, there were fat guys. Lots of fat guys. With no shirts. There were many of them holding signs, and others with their faces and bodies painted the garish team colors. It was also extremely loud.

The roachy villains screamed in terror and jumped back in the hole.

Tune in next time for "The ever-continuing Journies of Apocaroach"

(I just couldn't resist that. The start of season I believe was this week. I found it utterly repellent. I hate football. (Not soccer, American football. The game where they throw a dead pig around and get payed far more then normal humans should for such a simple thing.) I'm sorry this was so short and stupid, but like most of my ideas for this, I did it on a whim, and kind of wrote myself into a corner. I know what happens when they get to Vegas, I just have to get them there first. Zany Quotes involving citrus: "When life gives you lemons, suck them." "When life gives you lemons, throw 'em back." "When life gives you lemons, clone 'em and make super lemons." "When life gives you oranges, eat them. Don't eat 'em all!")