Another Disaster in Home Economics
"All right class!" Gung Ho called out. He was in the guise of Mr. LaFitte the Home Economics teacher. "Today you will learn how to make the most important dish of your life! Gumbo!"
"Finally!" Remy grinned. "Some decent project!" He was wearing contacts that made his eyes look normal, rather than his usual red on black in order to fit in. Rogue, Kitty, Lance and Pietro were in the class as well.
"Now everybody take out your items you were asked to bring from home for your gumbo," Gung Ho said. "Your chicken, sausage, shrimp, crabmeat, oysters…Whatever you find you put in the pot."
"I have fish sticks, veggie burgers, frozen crab Rangoon…" Kitty threw hers into her pot.
"You can eat that?" Rogue asked.
"Yeah like I only don't eat regular meat and besides crab Rangoon is all cream cheese anyway," Kitty told her. "And these aren't really fish sticks. These are those mock fish sticks they serve in the cafeteria, which I know they're not made out of real food and…"
"No I mean can you eat that?" Rogue wrinkled her nose as she looked in Kitty's pot. "It's bubbling like crazy!"
"It's supposed to do that!" Kitty told her.
"Yeah when you turn the heat on," Pietro remarked. "Not while you're just starting to put the ingredients in!"
"Boy Lance your stomach is really going to hurt after this class," Remy chuckled.
"Don't remind me…" Lance moaned. Kitty glared at him.
"Now I counted all of these so nobody drink any of 'em," Gung Ho put cans of beer on each desk. "This is for the gumbo!"
"Isn't this like…illegal?" Kitty asked.
"Yeah but I won't tell if you won't," Gung Ho said.
"Did I mention how much I loved this class?" Remy snickered.
"And now we turn up the heat and…" Kitty took off the lid of her pot.
FOOOM!
A huge flame exploded out of the pot. "AAAHHH!" Kitty screamed.
"I am not eating that!" Lance shouted.
"Okay now it is time we learn how to properly use the fire extinguisher," Gung Ho gulped. "Pay attention class. You might find this on the test."
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"Now that's funny!" Tim laughed along with the others.
"Says you…" Kitty groaned. "I like smelled like fried fish for a week!"
"Yeah and that room still has that funny smell last I checked," Pietro grinned. "As well as those burn marks on the ceiling."
"How would you know?" Jean asked him.
"Do you really want the answer to that Jean?" Scott asked.
"Well…" Jean began.
"I check out the school from time to time," Pietro grinned. "Usually on the weekends. I still like to leave little 'surprises' for our former classmates and teachers."
"What do you mean by 'surprises'?" Betsy asked.
"Oh you know," Pietro waved. "Shaving cream bombs in the lockers, mousetraps in the drawers, superglue a few dozen desks to the ceiling, stick tampons all over the boy's locker room, paint the halls with weird colors, set a few bats or other wild animals loose in the classrooms, nothing much. The usual."
"And you've been doing this how many times since the mutants were banned from the school?" Kitty asked.
"Oh only five or six dozen times," Pietro shrugged.
"Well I can't say you didn't warn me…" Jean said to Scott.
"This does explain those angry phone calls and letters the Professor gets every now and then," Scott put his hand on the bridge of his nose to stop the impending migraine.
"You haven't been stealing from the lockers again have you?" Kitty asked.
"Not really but I have been switching a few things around," Pietro grinned. "I even turned the principal's office into one giant sundae. It wasn't easy getting all fifty one flavors of ice cream from Baskin Robins in there but the real trick was keeping the hot fudge from sticking until…"
"Oh great!" Scott threw up his hands. "No wonder we keep getting angry letters and every time the Professor even suggests that the students return to Bayville High, he gets laughed at right in the face! This is just like back in high school all over again! You guys make the mess and we suffer for it!"
"We didn't always make the mess," Todd said. "Hello? Do the words Sadie Hawkins Dance mean anything? We didn't make that mess."
"You made enough of them!" Scott said.
"Hey you guys remember when the Baroness was posing as one of our history teachers?" Lance chuckled. "Now that was fun!"
Let me say right now that I do not advocate giving alcohol to students. I do however advocate giving alcohol to the teachers. They really need it.
Next: What happened in that crazy history class? How will the Baroness get tortured? Find out!
