Space Toast, Episode II: Gazoo strikes back!

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(The last chapter was random and insane.. yes I know, oh I'm so proud. -grins-)

As our scene opens, M.A. (the author me, not me me) steps out of a shadowy corner and begins to narrate. "Well, for some reason the bloody narrator hasn't showed up, dunno why, just hasn't. He seems to have disappeared. Perhaps I was too mean to him, sending those demons to eat his soul. It was really funny though!" She grins rather nastily, and then clears throat, looking embarrased. "Anywaaaay, basically, this is right where we left off, a bit of craziness (and by 'bit' I mean total chaos) is still going on in the kitchen, and me and me mates are going to end it. And Jazz, now that I remember. But, we're going to get a bit, er, sidetracked. Well, I believe that should get you up to speed."

There is a whip-pan that switches from M.A.'s shadowy corner to the hallway just before the bathroom, outside my room. Cait, Kitty, Jazz and I are trying to avoid hearing the awful sounds that we -think- are coming from the kitchen.

Jazz begins to speak in a millitary leader-ish tone. "Well mates, we're here. About ten more feet and we'll be forced to face alla those people, who will not hesitate to turn their attacks on us. All we have to do is get everyone's attention, stop the attacking, and find some way to make everyone calm down. OK?

The other three chorus, "Ok..."

Jazz turns to me. "You wouldn't happen to have any water balloons, would you?"

I look horrified. "No way Jazz! I know what happens with you and water balloons! No bloody way!" (She is, after all, MY OC, and is a forced to be reckoned with when it comes to pranking... the horror, the HORROR!)

"Do you have any burboun, then?"

"Didn't you read the author's note right after I spoke?!" I ask angrily.

Jazz shrugs.

I look shrewdly at Jazz. "Actually.. my parents have some beer in the back room. I'll let you have it, if you can mange this.."

Jazz looks up hopefully. "Beer?"

I nod, then go on ahead.

There is a loud shriek from the bathroom. Cait, Kitty, and Jazz rush over to see what it is.

I am just outside the bathroom, rolling on the ground, one hand over my ears, the other over my eyes. "MY EYES! MY EARS! MY BRAAAAAIIIIN!!! IT BUU-HUR-HURNNSSS!!!"

"M.A.! Whassamatter?!" shouts Kitty.

I slowly remove my hands and blink. "Well, um, I heard this terrible sound coming from in there, right? And I went to see what it was and.. and.."

"What?" asks Jazz.

Just then Gambit pokes his head out of the bathroom. "What all de fuss 'bout? I was just singin' in de shower. Di' someone say beer?"

I look horrified again. "You call that SINGING?!"

"M.A., what happened?" asks Cait.

I sit up. "Well, um, well," I look over at Gambit, frightened, "I, er, I, I SAW GAMBIT IN THE SHOWER!" I scream and begin to rock back and forth.

"What's so bad about that?" asks Jazz, looking confused.. well more than usual anyway.

I blink and frown. "Well, actually, it'll prolly be one of my better memories, once I forget what his 'singing' sounds like."

"What?" asked Remy, looking even more confused then Jazz. "What? I was jus' Cajun singin', no big dere, right?"

Jazz nods and has that look like a lightbulb just turned on in her dark, dark mind. "Oooh, that explains everything. What the Cajuns call 'singing', the rest of us call 'intolerable noise.'" (An: Believe me, I've heard Cajun singing and I'm not exagerrating... well much anway.)

I twitch a bit and then stand up. "Well, let's get to it, shall we?"

We, now with Remy, walk into the kitchen. It's chaos as usual.

"Hey Jazz," I ask, "can you distract everybody from me?"

Jazz looks around. "Yeah, I think so." She jumps on the table. "HEY EVERYBODY!" No one listens, it's just THAT loud, but everyone seems to notice when she moons the room.

I laugh like a maniac as I run for the kareoke machine. "I knew she was a good idea!" I grab the mic and crank up the machine full blast. "QUIIIIIIIET!!!"

There is a startled silence as everyone stops doing whatever they were doing and turns to look at me, Jazz with a satisfied smile.

I blink, not used to that much attention. "Um, er, well, what is going on here?" I ask, still using the mic, but much quieter.

There is more noise than ever as everyone tries to explain at once.

I scowl and crank up the machine again, and shove the mic towards the speaker, causing reaaaaally loud and horrid to hear feedback.

Everyone falls to the ground, covering their ears, 'cept for Remy.

Remy, looking much more confused then usual, asks, "What everybody so upset 'bout? Jus' more singin' on tape!"

I blink and give him an incredulous look. "This is feedback, you dolt!"

Remy still looks confused. "Sure sounds like it to me.." He spots Rogue. "Oh, hello, chere, why didn't you say you were here?" He jumps down next to her and starts harrassing her.

Rogue has her teeth clenched and her eyes closed. "Remember the restraining order?!"

"Yeah, chere, but dis is an alternate universe!"

"Damn it!" She sighs, and concedes, letting Remy harrass.. er, love her. "When Ah get back, Ah'm tellin' mah lawyer to put alternate unis in that thing!" She continues to mutter suchly to herself.

I scowl. "Ugh. Do you guys EVER shut up?"

There are murmurs of "No" all across the room.

"Why is it so LOUD in here anyway?!"

Everyone looks like they're about to speak.

"Ah ah ah! Scooter, perhaps you and Harry could explain why you are blowing out all of my windows, hmm?"

"Um, er, ah.." say Scott and Harry in unison.

"Why were you fighting, in idiot terms?!" As an afterthought I add, "Make that 'Men' terms."

The girls in the room all start snickering, the dimension hoppers with looks at their signifigant others, except for Rogue. She just sits and twitches.

"Good one mate!" She gives me a high five, laughing.

There comes a voice from a shadowy corner. "What? I created her, she owes me!"

During this lapse, the chaos resumes.

I sigh in exasperation. "Jazz, you're telepathic, couldn't you make them all sleepy or something?"

Jazz grins. "But that would be 'wrong'."

"I created you without morals, remember?!"

"Oh, right." She closes her eyes.

"And don't make me or me mates sleep either!"

She opens her eyes. "You have no faith in me." She snaps her fingers.

Everyone begins to act tired. Scott stops fighting with Harry, grabs Jean, and heads for the bathroom. Hermione grabs a very confused Ron and heads for the living room. Remy grabs Rogue and heads for my dad's bedroom. The room slowly emptys as everyone heads out. Eventually there are sleeping bodies everywhere.

Me and my friends walk around, keeping tabs on everyone. "Let's see, who's missing?" I go to my room, and find that the door is locked.

Kitty catches up with me. I am banging my head against my bedroom door. "What's wrong?"

"I think Kurt's locked himself in my room. I'm pretty sure he's asleep in my bed."

Cait walks up. "Aren't you excited about that?"

I stop banging, and turn to my friends. "Technically, Cait, he's not in bed with me, just asleep in my bed."

"Oh," says Cait. "Um, and I couldn't find Remy, Rogue, Hermione, Ron, or Jott."

"Oh them. Jott's locked themselves in my bathroom. I'm not sure what they're doing. Ron and Hermione are on my couch, snogging. And Remy and Rogue have locked themselves in my dad's bedroom. I know EXACTLY what they're doing."

Cait snickers but Kitty says, "M.A.! That's disgusting!"

"I'm just being truthful."

Jazz walks up. "She is, you know."

I frown, remembering something. "Hey Jazz, is Pyro about?"

Jazz frowns, confused. "Why do you ask? I mean the house isn't in flames or anything.." She trails off.

"Because I just remembered something," I say. "The ep that got zapped was 'Cajun Spice', the tape of which I stole from Cait, heh heh, and um, well, Pyro was in it and now Gambit's here and all the X-men and junk and they were all in that ep and junk so yeah.." I give a nervous laugh. (See, in my an's, I don't make up the way I talk. I do tend to blather like that.)

Jazz is clearly confused. "Uh huh.."

"So could ya do that psychic thing and find him, if he's here?"

Jazz grins. "Psychic thing? You really need to be more specific."

I glare. "You know what I mean. JUST DO IT!"

Kitty and Cait snicker.

Jazz looks rather shocked. "Um, ok, right on it, boss lady." (I've been told I look quite nasty when I glare and grin.)

"Goood OC."

Jazz closes her eyes and frowns. She opens them a second later. "He's here all right. He's in town, hitting on some girls."

I look mock-startled. "Hitting on girls?! Come Jazz, we must remedy this! Or, you must, rather!"

Jazz looks suspicious, in case it involves work. "How so?"

I whisper in Jazz's ear. What, you didn't actually think I'd telll you what she's going to do to him?

Jazz grins and flies out the door.

Kitty frowns. "What did you tell her to do?"

"Not telling! You'll have to wait and find out!" I laugh evilly and head for my mom's office. (Where my laptop is.)

We step over various sleeping bodies, which are everywhere, and walk into the office. We get quite a shock when, out of nowhere, The Great Gazoo appears!

"Oh, no, not you! No! Bad Gazoo! Go away!"

Gazoo laughs like the maniac that he is. "I have come back, to take my REVENGE!"

"Revenge?" asks Kitty. "For what?"

"Didn't you notice I disappeared?! The appearance of the those hoppers forced me back into my own time-period!" We stare at him. "THAT'S BAD!!!"

We chorus. "Okaaay then."

"I'll explain later!" I shout. "Right now, tackle him!"

We all jump at Gazoo, but to no avail. He laughs evilly and makes a whooshing motion with his hand.

"AHAHAHA! Go look in your kitchen!" He pops out.

We run into the kitchen, to discover something bad.

"Damn you Gazoo! Give us back the food!" I shout.

If you haven't guessed, all food items have disappeared from the ktichen. I am afraid because the hoppers will wake up soon and prolly want food.

(Next chapter: Space Toast, Episode III: Mall Wars!!!)