Disclaimer: What is this 'Marvel?' I don't understand. Marvel me no owny.

(An: Where has everyone gone? Not the OC's, everyone on EE. Nobody's updated, nobody's reviewed. It's like a ghost town here! BTHC: I'm glad SOMEONE found it funny. Curiouser and curiouser! I added that last chapter last night on both sites.. and it didn't show up on EE. WTF??? -is confuzzled- Oh well. Waitaminute... -rereads Di's last review- I have a usual standard? Why was I not informed of this?! JAZZ!

Jazz: What?

M.A.: -frantic- Why didn't you tell me I have a standard to live up to! Now I have to ascribe to a higher form of humor! DO you know what this MEANS?!

Jazz: No, what?

M.A.: I'm actually going to have to THINK while writing a chapter! GALLS AND FIREBLIGHT! FEWMETS! -insert any other obscure angry phrases here-

Jazz: You mean you don't?

M.A.: Of course not! How else could I create such tastless, politically incorrect crap as I do?! ANSWER ME THAT!

Jazz: Jeez, calm down. It's not like anyone's aware of what this standard is, anyway. Only Di is, and it's SO easy to murder one person... -evil laughter-

M.A.: I can't kill Di! She's one of my reviewers!

Jazz:... So?

M.A.: SO, as a writer, I love all my reviewers! They are the reason I don't shrivel up and die! (well that and sugar of course.)

Jazz: You confuse me. -edges away-)

AROUND NOON

The group had gathered in the casino. Wanda had earned about two mil in the casino before she got kicked out, and she had spent a good bit of it on buying them an Elvis's private jet to get them out of there.

So they all piled into the jet. Ky was still hyper because everyone thought that Lance and Scott were in Longview, WA, until Hank pointed out that the desert they'd dropped them in was nowhere near there. Then Ky calmed down.

When they flew over the desert, they discovered that Scott and Lance were still going at it, despite the fact that Lance's head was literally throbbing and that Scott was buried in a pile of sand up to his nose.

They got Lance well enough, but when they tried to get Scott, he and Jean got sucked into a temporal disturbance caused by the creation of Apocaroach, and got dumped into a cavern full of sharp knives, Barry Manilow music, outlets to hell, and underground aliens, mole people, and Barry Manilow enthusiasts. (Had to get SOME Jott-bashing in there.) After a fun-filled trip through there and several levels of hell, they reappared on the jet, pretty much dead.

Not all of the way dead of course, I'm not that cruel, although they did have a few minor demons clinging to them and sucking away their souls. But no one cares about them!

Towards the front of the jet, everyone else was trying to figure out how to tell the professor about the band. Somehow, he had yet to find out, even though the frog had been present at the hotel. Just lucky we suppose.

Hank, Logan, and Ororo were twitching sporadically. Rogue had "Borrowed" Jean's powers earlier to make it so they couldn't tell about the band. They were having... problems dealing with the strain on their brains, hence the twitch-twitch-twitch, twitchety twitchety twitch. (My nickname in seventh grade was "Twitch." Dark, dark times. Jazz: Wasn't that just last year?)

Since I highly doubt anyone's reading this, I'll put this here: I like cheese. I don't like eggs. Surfboards have little things called skegs. I like explosions and things like that, so say hello to my pet cat. -cat waves- Now that I've got that out of my system..

Anyway, they were almost back (it was a FAST jet) and they still hadn't come up with a reasonable excuse to have gone to Vegas. "Perhaps we could pretend it never happened?" suggested Alistor.

"No," said Rogue, "the private jet and the demons from the third circle of hell that are clinging to Scott and Jean are a dead giveaway."

"Yo," said the demons, and went back to soul-sucking.

"Oh, right," said Alistor, nodding.

"Ok, then how about we act like the giveaways are normal and THEN pretend it never happened?"

"Hmm, good, but it still might not work," said Rogue, frowning.

"I say we just give the professor his pokemon!" said Kurt, sticking his finger in the air.

There was silence in the jet. "Did Kurt just.. come up with a good idea?!" asked Kitty, blinking.

"Vhat? VHA-AT?!" asked Kurt.

"We'll go with that," said Rogue and Remy in unison.

ABOUT AN HOUR LATER, THE MANSION

As soon as the jet landed, Magnus and Charles came out of the mansion, looking P.O'ed, one flying, one wheeling.

"Where have you all been?!" asked Magnus, waving his arms around. The jet lept back into the air. "Oops!" he said. The jet landed.

The barf bags were all quickly used up.

"We were worried sick!" snapped Charles.

All the teenagers (except for Jott, since the soul-sucking had finally taken effect) replied, "Do you think WE care?"

"EVERYONE IN THE WAR ROOM!" shouted Charles, sticking his finger in the air. However, this overbalanced the wheelchair and he fell in a heap on the ground. "..Medic. AND THEN GO TO THE WAR ROOM!"

(Sorry this was such crap.. the whole "I have a standard to live up to" is wrecking my sanity. -sniffs- I'll never know.. -sobs quietly-

Jazz: -pats her on back- It's ok, Di had no way of knowing this would wreck your sanity like this.

M.A.: My goodness, that was redundant. Zany Quote: "Don't complain about the few strands of broken lights on that thing. It was in even worse shape a few years back. There were entire sections covered in white tarp with the words "PICTURE THIS LIT UP AND PRETTY" scrawled upon it in ketchup. We have a situation of Comparative Babylon, and for the first time in all my years of coming here, I was able to walk in the vicinity of the Ferris Wheel without having someone spit on my head.")