Ha ha!!! The AB lives!!! And returns with a new and exciting chapter to the story left for so long! Unfortunately evil things like work an school have kept me busy but I'm at it again and already have fun stuff for you guys. So read, hopefully enjoy and rest assured there is more and it will come soon. And for those of you who have waited, thank you and my apologies. And now, without further delay AB gives you...

Busted in the City

"So...." Bobby began innocently, "are we there yet?"

"Bobby, you ask dat one more time and Gambit gonna throw you in front of a car." The Cajun growled.

"Okay, okay." Bobby pouted and turned to Beast, "So..."

"Don't you..." Beast warned and looked up as a light flashed. A patrol car flared its roof lights again and the trio froze.

"Just be cool." Bobby whispered as the officer stepped out of the vehicle. Beast rolled his eyes and smiled as the cop approached.

"Good evening officer. Is there anything we can help you with?"

The officer looked Hank up and down and nodded, "Yes, as a matter of fact. There have been several robberies reported in this area and..."

"QUICK, SPLIT UP AND RUN!!!!!!!!!!!!" Bobby shouted and ran. Gambit was quick to react, running in the opposite direction Bobby had and leaving only Beast and the officer, both standing dumbfounded.

"If you had seen anything." The cop finished and reached behind his back. Beast gaped, startled and quickly reached out, pushing the officer to the ground.

"Sorry." He apologized before leaping over him and running away.

Logan shuffled down an alley way and cursed as he stepped on a patch of glass. Muttering obscenities he paused a moment to lean against a wall and pull a long sliver from the bottom of his foot. He examined the bit and realized that his hand was now flesh toned, "Well it's about flamin time." He muttered and looked quickly down at his chest, "almost." he sighed and continued along Bobby and the other's trail, sniffing and grinning as his senses revealed how close he was, "Gotcha."

Bobby tore down the alleyway in a crazed panic. He cast fearful glances over his shoulder to make sure no one was following but as he did so ran straight into a brick wall. That's how it felt, but as he looked up rubbing his head he realized it was much worse.

"Oh god!!" Bobby screamed and tried to scramble to his feet.

"Caught ya Drake!" Logan roared and reached down. Bobby managed to kick him off and rise up, running a few feet before Logan pounced on top of him.

"Help!!!!!!!" the shrill scream carried up to the roof tops and over to the ears of another.

"Hark! I hear a call of distress!" the figure quipped and dove off the roof top to investigate.

Gambit pounded down an alleyway, coat flying behind him and eyes on the search for any pursuers. He paused as he reached the end that led out to the street, pressing against the wall and peeking out. "De coast is clear," he grinned and sauntered out. Just as his foot hit the sidewalk a police cruiser turned the corner and began heading down the street.

Gambit quickly ducked back into the alley and searched for refuge, diving into a dumpster just as the cars spotlight shone down the alleyway.

"Dis just great," he muttered softly as he pulled a banana peel off of his shoulder.

He waited a few minutes before climbing out of the trash heap. Dusting himself off he began to idly wonder whether or not Beast and Bobby got away and decided to go and find them. "Guess we meet at de airport. Dat's where we was headed." He reasoned and began to walk.

A few blocks later and Gambit got the uneasy feeling that he was being followed. Looking back he easily found is pursuer. "A dog?" he shook his head and waved his hands at the shaggy creature, "Shoo pooch. Go on." The dog tilted his head and began to pant. "Gambit got nothin for you dog, so jus go on." The dog barked and Gambit jumped, "Hey now. Take it easy. Don wanna hurt ya, why don you go home?" The dog barked again and Gambit held his hands up, "Okay, so you don have a home. Well you can't come wif Gambit, de professor won like it. An Gambit don need no dog anyway. But look here, you go fin yo'self a femme. She make it so dat you don worry bout not havin a home." He winked and grinned at the dog and it trotted off wagging its tail.

"Good, now to find dem other hommes." He turned and headed into another alley.

Beast had escaped the cop and headed for the rooftops, using his agility to leap across them and put distance between him and the law. Deciding that he was a safe distance away he ventured down to the street below in order to gain his bearings. "Let's see..." he scratched his chin and examined a street sign, "we were heading for the airport, and we came from...that way?" he pointed and nodded to answer his own question.

"Hey!" Came a shout and Beast turned to see a traffic officer come running at him, holding a clipboard full of tickets.

"Oh dear." Hank sighed and began to flee. He bounded down the street and leapt up to a street light when he reached the corner. He used it to swing around and leapt to the next one, smiling at the ease of it and the distance it helped him create. He prepared for another jump when the metal groaned and the bar snapped, sending him flying awkwardly thru the air. He struggled to regain his balance but was saved when he landed on top of a canopy to a small restaurant.

"I shall have to work on that," he said and searched for a way down. One was provided for him as the canopy ripped and he fell thru, crashing onto a table below.

"Hank?!" Scott shouted in disbelief. He stood up; wearing the plate of spaghetti he had been eating and glaring at Beast. Across from him Jean was also standing, evening gown covered in Alfredo.

"Hello Scott...Jean. Enjoying your evening?" Beast smiled and raised his hand, waving at them both before the table collapsed.

"Don't kill me!!" Bobby pleaded. Logan growled and angrily yanked off his shirt, "Wait, what are you doing?! Help!!!!!!"

"Shut up Drake, an give me yer pants!"

"You're crazy! No, I'm not gonna..." SNIKT! "Okay here!" He tugged off his jeans and tossed them at Logan's feet.

"Now that's not nice." Came a voice from overhead and suddenly Logan's hand and claws were wrapped up in webbing. "Just because you don't' like your own wardrobe doesn't mean you can steal someone else's. Now ma'm..er fellow...um...what?" Logan turned around to face him growling and pulling the webbing off. "Woah! Someone fell out of the ugly tree..."

"And hit every branch on the way down." Bobby finished and laughed. Logan snarled and he shut his mouth.

"Look kid, this isn't yer problem or concern. So just leave."

Spider-man looked from Logan down to Bobby who was holding his hands together as if praying. "Sorry pal. But the little guy doesn't seem to want to stay here with you so..." He fired another web blast at Logan who easily dodged it.

"I warned ya." He growled and was struck in the face with a flying foot as Spider-man leapt down at him.

"So you did." Spider-man followed the kick with a punch that was blocked and returned. "That didn't hurt." He lied and was struck with another, "That one...yeah just a bit." He flipped away, sending out more webbing, this time aimed at Logan's legs. It stuck on and he yanked, pulling Logan up and sending him on his back. Bobby took the opportunity to jump up and grab onto Spider-man's shoulder.

"We have to run!"

"What? Why? I'm winning...aren't I?" he looked and Logan was back up, this time with claws extended.

"No!" Bobby screamed and Spider-man froze, "Come on!!!"

"You don't have to tell me twice!" He grabbed onto Bobby's wrist and they ran down the alley, climbing up the nearest fire escape and swinging away when they had gained enough height.

Gambit continued walking, pretending not to notice the dog following him. He whistled, hummed and pointedly ignored the dog until he couldn't stand it anymore.

"GO HOME!" He shouted, whirling around to face the animal. It stopped in its tracks and stared at him blankly. Gambit growled and reached into his coat, pulling out a playing card and charging it. The dog blinked and ran off. Gambit sighed, diffusing the card and renewing his walk.

A few minutes later and Gambit stopped, straightening up and clenching his fist, "Dog if you..." He turned around and looked down mouth dropping in surprise.

"What you got dere?" He reached down and pulled a gleaming watch from the K-9's mouth. "Dis a nice watch, where you get it?"

He looked at the dog who offered no answer. Gambit shrugged and pocketed the watch. The dog barked happily and trotted off. "Yeah, you go home now. Gambit gotta fine his friends."

Beast sat in the ruble of the table, pulling strands of pasta from his fur and idly chatting with Scott and Jean who were both glaring at him and silently fuming.

"Such a surprise finding you two out here, although it is a lovely evening. Beautiful moon out, mild temperature, it would seem the meteorologist was correct in predicting the..."

"Hank..."

"night's conditions. A tricky business that especially when Ororo decides to throw her hand into it. Sometimes I feel sorry for..."

"Hank."

"those responsible for conveying the local weather patterns and temperatures when we seem to be constantly interfering. Not that we mean to mind you, but the art of weather prediction is tricky enough without..."

"Hank!"

"our shenanigans. Yes Scott?" Beast smiled up at him cheerfully and Scott laid his face in one hand, muttering a moment before composing himself.

"What are you doing here?"

Hank's smile faded but he quickly pasted on another. "Oh, nothing, just enjoying the evening. A casual stroll, or swing rather, through the moonlit streets of the city. Call me romantic but nothing quite compares to..."

"Hank...Hank...HANK!" Scott shouted loudly, nearly knocking his own sunglasses off with his expression. Beast froze and Scott growled, "I don't believe you."

Trying to look indignant Hank stood up and began brushing off the remaining pasta bits. "Well I'm sorry you feel that way Scott. I apologize for disrupting your evening and shall now take my leave. Please forgive me. Jean." He bowed lightly to Jean and then to Scott and began to walk away.

"Scott?" Jean lightly touched his shoulder but he shook his head.

"Something's not right." He watched Beast trudge down the street and turn the corner. A few seconds later and the blue mutant came bounding back. He was followed closely by a pair of cops. Scott and Jean both shared a glance then moved aside.

Seeing their actions Beast frowned, "I seem to be in a bit of a predicament here!" He called as he leapt by.

Scott shrugged and Beast tripped. He fell forward and crashed into another table. "Scott?" The officers converged on him and one cast a look up at the man with the sunglasses.

"I don't know him." Scott said, grabbing Jean's arm in the crook of his, "We're enjoying the evening."

The officers nodded and turned back to Beast. "Alright, looks like we've finally caught the furry bandit."

"Furry bandit?! Scott!" The officers hoisted him up and after a small struggle with their handcuffs settled for simply leading him away. "I assure you officers this is all the result of a simple misunderstanding..."

With a rough and tumbling crash Spider-man and Bobby landed on the roof of an apartment complex.

"Nice landing." Bobby mumbled, picking himself off of the roof.

"Sure, says mister boxer shorts," Spider-man replied. "Nice penguins."

"They were a gift!" Bobby defended.

"Suuurrree. Did they come with a teddy?"

"As a matter of fact they did. Mr. Underoos."

"Hey!" Spider-man shouted, tugging on the fabric of his shirt. "These are not underoos."

"Whatever man," Bobby smirked.

Spider-man raised his hand up, forefinger and thumb up and out in an 'L' which he held up to Bobby who responded by sticking out his tongue. The banter went back and forth for the next several minutes and somehow resulted in rock/paper/scissors match which Spider-man won.

"HA!"

"Best two out of three."

"What do you think that was?"

"Practice."

Spider-man snorted and waved him off.

"Fine." Bobby grouched then looked around. "Where are we?"

"Not sure." The web slinger admitted. They both went to the edge of the roof and looked down upon a late night theater below. "We could ask."

Bobby shook his head, "Nope, I'm sticking to the roof tops. Every time I go down there something happens."

"Like being stripped down to your unmentionables?"

"Unmentionables?" Bobby arched his brow and Spider-man shrugged. Bobby sighed and shook his head, "That's not the worst of it. No, I think it's best if we stay up here."

"We? I'm gone man. Saved your life, got away, now to finish with the whole riding off into the night."

"You didn't get away," Bobby corrected. "You just made yourself prey."

"What?" Spider-man turned to look at Bobby.

"Prey. Fight of flight? Run and be chased. You helped me get away, now your part of the game."

"What game?! What are you talking about??"

"Relax; we've kept away from him this long. Logan's a bit ticked at us right now. You did see his boobies right?"

I was wondering about that..." Spider-man scratched his chin then shook the thought away. "Wait! Because I helped you he wants to kill me now too?!"

"Yup. Well maybe not kill, viciously scar or maim maybe but not necessarily kill."

"Still...all because I saved you?"

"We're in this together Spidey. You & me, and Beast and Gambit if we can find them." Bobby draped his arm around Spider-man's shoulders while Spidey continued to think.

"What if I had you over to him?"

"Bobby quickly pulled his arm back. "Hey!!"

"Well I'm not going to face the wrath of Wolverine because you guys dressed him in drag and gave him dirty pillows."

"Dirty pillows? Come on," Bobby strode away scratching his head then came back, "Look, if you don't turn me in and help me get to the airport I'll buy you a ticket to come to Hawaii with us."

"Hawaii? Hmmmm..."

"Luau, ladies in bikinis, sunsets, chilled drinks..." Bobby's voice had a dreamlike fantasy to it and he felt he was reaching Spider-man.

"Nah, I sunburn easy. Look there he is now, Hey Wolverine I got him right here!!!" Spider-man called out and waved. Bobby looked and gasped as Wolverine came running across the rooftops.

"NO! You're crazy! He'll rip us both up!"

"No he won't he wants you."

SNIKT

Spider-man blinked, "Wow, he's coming pretty fast. And...he's looking at me!!"

"Of course you kicked him in the Jimmy!"

"I did not!"

"RAAARRRGGGH!!!"

"AAHHHH!!!" Spider-man grabbed Bobby and jumped off the roof. They swung down to the alley below crashing into a group of garbage cans as the web line was cut.

"Nice landing...."

"Don't start." Spider-man jerked Bobby up and the two began to run. Above Wolverine began to climb down the roof.

The pair ran around the building to the other side and to the movie theater.

"Do you have any money?!" Bobby yelled.

"Um...no. It's in my other pants." Spider-man replied and Bobby rolled his eyes then yanked off his sock.

"I got...twenty bucks." He ran to the ticket window where the attendant was busy reading a magazine. "One child and one adult please!!" Bobby said and slapped down some money.

"Twelve dollars." She drawled, not even bothering to look up. Bobby slid the money through the small window and held out his hand, dancing impatiently as the tickets slowly came. They were handed over and Bobby snatched his hand out.

"Thanks!" He headed for the doors but Spider-man stopped him.

"We can't go in there I'm in costume."

"You're a big fan."

"And you're practically naked!"

"I'm a nudist, it's New York. Come on!"

Spider-man shrugged and followed.

"I need two tubs of popcorn!" Bobby shouted at the concession counter. "With lots of butter."

"I don't like movie butter."

"Ignore him I'm paying." Bobby handed the last of the money over.

"You're four dollars short sir." The cashier informed him.

"Oh, hang on a sec." He yanked off his other sock and handed over a sweaty crumpled five. "Keep the change." He said while grabbing the tubs and motioning Spider-man to follow.

The cashier held the bill out distastefully, "Enjoy your movie."

They pounded down the hallway and Bobby handed his tickets to the usher.

"Who's the child?" The man grunted sarcastically, "You need another ticket."

"What? He's like ten." Bobby argued. "He's just a little tall for his age." The usher glared at him. "Come on look at him. Skinny, big feet, Underoos."

"They're not underoos!"
"Isn't he cute?"

The usher sighed and tore the tickets. "Second theater on your left. You two better not make any trouble."

"Thanks." Bobby grinned and quickly led the way down the hall. They hurried into the theater and Bobby lifted the tub over his head and dumped the popcorn on himself. Quickly he rubbed butter and kernels into his hair and body.

"What are you doing?" Spider-man yelled.

"SHHH!!!" Several members of the audience hissed.

"This will cover our scent so Wolvie can't find us." Bobby explained.

"You're crazy!!!"

"SHHH!!"

"You're crazy!" Spider-man whispered harshly. "This isn't going to work."

Bobby looked down at the pile of popcorn at his feet and the empty tub in his hand, "No, no this is good. Hurry up." He reached into the tub, drawing out fingers smeared with butter and began to coat his underarms.

"That's disgusting." Spider-man groaned, and then with a sigh dumped his tub over his head.

Bobby finished his smearing and grabbed Spider-man's arm dragging him down the aisle and towards the middle, passing in front of several other moviegoers.

"Excuse me, watch out, coming through, move!"

They found two seats wedged in-between a fat woman and an old man. Bobby sat next to the woman struggling for space on the arm rest. Spider-man sat down next to the old man who was already asleep as the preview trailers rolled on the screen. The old man slid over and his head fell on Spider-man's shoulder.
"Um...sir?" Sir you're..." Spider-man debated pushing the old man off when suddenly the door to the theater flew open. Light spilled down the aisle and a shadow cast down, it was Logan.

Frightened Spidey slid down in his seat and tapped Bobby, pointing at the shadow that disappeared as the door closed. Breathlessly they watched as Logan tracked down the aisle pausing before their row.

"Oh god." Spider-man whispered but to his relief Logan moved on.

He returned several times but after the eighth trip he exited the theater.

"I can't believe that just happened." Spider-man sighed.

"No kidding, but I told you it would work. Popcorn?" Bobby offered a piece he had pulled from his hair.

"No thanks."

Gambit continued on towards the airport, the dog returning now and again with more prizes. He had already brought three watches, two bracelets, a gold pen and $30.

Still somewhat annoyed with being followed Gambit was slowly warming up to the dog, patting his head and giving him praise when he returned. The Cajun had just cut a corner and saw a subway entrance that should take him to the airport when the dog caught up. This time with a purse.

"Merde!" Gambit exclaimed, worrying not for the first time about where the animal was getting the items. Taking the purse from the dog he held it up and shook it at him. "Dis not good! Where you get it? Gambit not careful you gonna git him in...trouble..." He froze as a search light spotted on him from a police cruiser.

Two cops emerged and Gambit turned to run only to see tow others rounding the corner. Another came in from the opposite direction and shouted, "Freeze!!"

Gambit quickly dropped the purse and pointed at the dog. "It was him!"

The dog began to bark and froze in the classic pointing stance towards Remy growling. The officers moved in, one stopping to pat the dog while others cuffed Gambit. "Good boy Chase looks like you caught another crook."

"I was framed! It was de dog I swear!" Gambit pleaded as the officers cleaned out his pockets.

"The dog did it? Yeah sure, try another."

Gambit groaned and was led away. Through the back window of the police car he watched the dog receive treats and praise. It barked at the car and panted with a puppy smile.

The movie ended and Bobby and Spider-man strode out of the theater. "That was pretty good," Bobby commented, "I'm gonna have to get it on DVD."

Spider-man didn't say anything; instead he worked on loading another web cartridge. "Well, I'll be seeing you. Or not. I really hope for not."

"Hey, where are you going?" Bobby frowned.

"Home, we lost Wolverine and I got work tomorrow so...bye!"

"You can't leave! We have to get to the airport!"

"You have to, I'm not in this." Spider-man raised a hand and fired off a line but before he could ascend Bobby grabbed on, wrapping himself around the web slinger.

"No! You can't go!"

"Hey! Get off!!" Spider-man planted a hand on Bobby's face pushing and trying to pry him off. Bobby clung on desperately and the two began to fight. Thumping around the back alley of the theater and crashing into garbage cans, old crates and various other piles of junk.

"Let go!"

"No!"

"Get offa me!"

"You have to come!"

"You're crazy!"

"You're involved!"

"No...I'm...not!!" Spider-man maneuvered for one last push when the two were suddenly yanked up off the ground.

"Gotcha!!!" Logan leered at them both and in unison they screamed.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"

Spider-man clenched his hand and webbed Wolverine's face while Bobby quickly iced his feet. Breaking away the two ran and after some quick claw action Logan followed.

Snatching Bobby, Spider-man sprang into the air. Ricocheting off several walls he burst through a boarded up window of an old warehouse. Once inside the two found themselves high in the rafters above the large room. Letting Bobby go Spider-man began to scramble across the iron I-beams and Bobby quickly followed.

Stopping a moment to survey the scene below Bobby laughed and pointed, "Hey look at that! It's a pimp convention!"

"Would you...really?" Spider-man backtracked to stand beside Bobby and look as well. "Wow, that's kinda funny."

Below dozens of men in fine suits or extravagant outfits mingled, drinking and showing off their workers who were also partying and wearing their 'business' attire.

The door burst in below and Logan rushed inside, stopped suddenly and looked around. "No," Bobby corrected, "That's funny!" He pointed as the crowd began to gather around Logan. He had put on Bobby's pants and shirt but his face was still extravagantly painted and the wig was still in place. Plus, he still had his 'yabos'.

Logan growled threateningly and the crowd dispersed a bit as he walked through, sniffing the air. Appreciative looks and comments floated around the room and the two fugitives above were desperate to contain their laughter. Bobby snickered and Logan's head flashed up, looking straight at him. "Yer both dead."

Before he could go after the threat, however, the doors burst in again and this time an entire precinct of police officers rushed in.

"It's a raid!!!" One shrill voice rose above the crowd and the room was thrown in a frenzy.

Feathered hats and pink boas were just some of the items tossed and trampled as the street workers fled.

Logan moved against the crowd, still hell bent on getting to the two above when he was knocked down by a funning fat woman in heels. He fell to the ground and Spider-man brought his webs to bear again, securing the berserker down. Quickly several officers swept in and picked him up, tossing Logan into the back of a van with several other colorful figures.

Bobby and Spider-man watched grinning as the police wagon zoomed away.

Well there ya go, most of our group has been apprehended by John law and we must now see what fate, or this author, has in store. Next chapter shall come soon (I have it written but shall wait to post MWAHAHA!) stay tuned!

brief authors note: This story takes place before all current comic arcs. As you have read Jean is still alive and with Scott, Iceman is still able to hold a human form and Beast is still his blue ape self so...yeah. Thank you.