The Launching of 'Operation Twinkie Revenge'
"1900 hours and Beast and Iceman have commenced 'Operation Twinkie Revenge' or OTR (otter). We have made base in Beast's lab and are preparing a stealthy invasion followed by a massive strike that will obliterate the enemy! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
"Bobby give me that!"
"No you're supposed to use codenames Hank, hey give it back. Hank!"
*Click*
"Aww Hank you ruined my historical recording. That was a military log." Bobby complained.
Hank set down the tape recorder and continued to work, "Bobby your recording was serving as a distraction and I need to concentrate if I am going to be able to get this serum together in time for 'the launch'." Beast peered into a microscope while simultaneously typing into his computer.
Bobby sighed and settled into his chair. "How much longer?"
"I am almost…done!" Beast exclaimed and pulled away from the microscope to examine the data on his screen he grinned, "Now to just mix this compound. It will take a little time for the chemicals to be ready, but your distractions should provide more than ample time for the mixture to set."
Bobby grinned. "So we're a go for phase one of OTR?"
"Yes, we are defiantly a go." Beast held a thumbs up to Bobby who returned the gesture. "Now take this." He handed Bobby a tiny pill, "Take it right as the competition begins and you should be fine."
Bobby nodded and placed the pill in his pocket, "What if it doesn't work?"
"Oh, it will." Beast assured him and Bobby nodded and left, off to find Logan.
Logan was in the kitchen sitting alone at the table drinking. Bobby entered and he grinned, "Hey Roberta."
Bobby glared at him, "Ha ha, very funny." He sat down opposite from Logan, pulling the pill out of his pocket. "Look me an Hank are tired of this. We'll make you a deal, I challenge you to a drinking contest and if I win you have to stop."
Logan snorted, "Yeah right kid. Ain't no way you could compete with me."
Bobby held up the pill, "Beast gave me this. It's supposed to reverse the effects of alcohol. He figures it'll give me a chance even with your healing factor. So what do you say? Care to pit science against nature?"
Logan raised a curious eyebrow and then nodded, "Sure, why not? If nothin else it'll be fun ta see ya lay yerself out." He stood up and left the room, returning with three ominous looking bottles and a couple of shot glasses. He set them down on the table and pulled the plug out of one bottle, Bobby wrinkled his nose as Logan poured.
"What is it?" He asked, lifting up the glass.
"Ya don't wanna know." Logan chuckled and sat back down, raising his own glass. "Ok, you first."
Bobby placed the pill in his mouth and swallowed it before tilting the shot down his throat. He swallowed hard and went into a coughing fit. Logan smiled and calmly drained his glass.
"You still wanna do this?" He grinned.
"Yeah." Bobby said in determination and pushed his glass forward to Logan who laughed and poured again.
"So you see Gambit, Logan owes a great debt to all of us and it would bring Bobby and I great pleasure if you would join us in exacting revenge."
Gambit studied over the plan as he listened to Beast, "Dat homme sure did cause a lot o' trouble didn he?" Beast nodded in agreement, "Gambit spent de whole weekend scrubbing down dat plane." He handed the paper back to Beast, "I'm in."
Beast smiled broadly, "Welcome aboard. From my judgment phase one should be just about completed, come let us go to the kitchen and see how Bobby is fairing."
"You…you know what kid?" Logan slurred, staring across the table at Bobby. His eyes were unfocused and he teetered a bit in his chair.
"What *hic* what?" Bobby had a stupid grin plastered on his face and he was slowly sinking down towards the tabletop. He pulled himself up abruptly and blinked.
"Yer not all…yer not all that…"Logan's face held a puzzled expression as he tried to remember what he was going to say, "Aw hell, I forgot."
Bobby laughed and tipped back another shot.
"Oh yeah!" Logan's face lit up as he sloppily poured another shot, "Yer not that bad a drinkerrr." He downed the shot and pointed a finger at Bobby, "but don't ya ever tell no one I said that."
Bobby nodded, "I am huh? Don't worry I, I won't." He pulled in another shot, "Heh, science is cool. But, don't tell…what's his name? Hank! Don't tell Hank."
Logan nodded and then grinned, "Tell ya a secret." Bobby leaned in close and Logan looked around the room, making sure no one else was around, "that pill was fake."
Bobby grinned for a moment and then frowned, he pulled back and stared skeptically at Logan, "Whatcha talkin bout?" Bobby pursed his lips.
"I could smell tha sugar from here." Logan laughed and slapped the table, "Ol' Hank pulled one on you."
Bobby furrowed his brow trying to figure out what Logan was saying, "Oh! So you mean…it was fake…and I just drank…?" He looked at the two empty bottles and the nearly finished third, "Wow." He nodded in self-approval and then slid out of the chair, landing on the floor with a thud.
Logan began to laugh even harder, leaning back and holding his belly. His chair tipped over and he fell on his back on the floor, out cold.
Beast and Gambit peeked into the kitchen and saw the two passed out on the floor. They shared a conspiratal grin and headed in. Gambit picked up Bobby as Beast went over to Logan. He gave him a sedative just to be on the safe side and then dragged him out of the kitchen and back down to the lab.
Well that's it for now folks. What's gonna happen to Logan? Will the trio get away with their revenge? Who knows, you will if you stay tuned…