Rahne
By Todd Fan
Disclaimer: ''To Start Press Any Key''. Where's the ANY key?"
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ACT 10 - It's all in the family
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Kurt and Tabby walk to the orphanage door. Kurt opens the door, and seems to be about to let Tabby in, when he walks ahead himself, leaving her to let herself in
"...I'm having trouble not being a gentleman...", says Kurt.
"Well, we need to test the new evil potion for the Wild, Wild West re-write next", says Pietro.
"I think I can manage", squeaks Kurt..
Kurt swings open the door of Mystique's office with a grin
"Hey, sis", he pauses, "...vait, she's my mother, this is vrong"
"Shut up and play the part!", snaps Pietro, "you're related, it's good enough".
Mystique sighs, not happy at seeing her 'brother'
"Glad to see me?", grins Kurt
"Don't it show?", says Mystique dryly, "Did they let you out of prison this time or did you 'excape'?".
"I cut a deal vith the varden", says Kurt proudly.
"Nighty, you're the only con I know who can con a cop", she pauses, "...besides me, but lets not get into that".
"Thanks", he grins, "Hey, meet my new gal"
Tabby saunters into the room as Kurt struggles with her name
"Tabby...Tabby..."
"St.Regis", growls Tabby, "jerk"
"St.Regis", says Kurt, "sorry, my English is limited"
"You've been living here for years, you're no longer allowed to use that excuse", says Pietro.
"Miss Tabby St.Regis", says Tabby, "I'm named after the hotel".
"Oh, which floor?", smirks Mystique.
Tabby ignores this comment, looking around the office
"Oh, real nice place you got here", she smiles.
"Sure, every day I get down on my knees and pray, 'why me?'", mutters Mystique
"Gee, I don't know", shrugs Tabby, as Kurt and Mystique rolls their eyes in unison, "I hate being a dumb blonde!"
"Now, Tabby, Todd Fan is one of the few people out there who doesn't dislike you, she wants to give you a good role", says Pietro, "The fact you happen to look a lot like the character, plus had that fling with Kurt are the only reasons you have this role".
"Spill it, Nighty", says Mystique, "What do you want?"
"Me and Tabby was in the neighbour hood and...err", Kurt gives a sheepish grin, "...ten bucks to tide me over?"
"TEN BUCKS?", screams Mystique, "I ain't got ten cents! Get out and take the St.Regis here with you".
"Hey, wait a minute!", says Tabby.
"You mean, after all your crooked schemes, all you got is lint in your pockets", says Mystique.
"And fur", nods Kurt, "Ahem. Look who's talking"
"I'm doin' just fine, thank you!", snorts Mystique.
"Oh, no,...sis", Kurt shudders, "You're doin' like I'm doin'"
"Lousy", says Tabby
Kurt sits on Mystique's desk, turning her chair around to face him
"Ravey", Kurt pulls a face, "...that sounds vrong"
"Act now, monkey boy!", screams Pietro
"How come us Darkholmes (or Vagners)", he adds quietly, "ended up with the fuzzy end of the lollypop?"
"Ew", says Pietro.
"Vait, this first line is vrong", says Kurt, "considering that Mystique's mother is my grand..."
"This is the last time I ask you to shut up about that before I get the napalm on you", threatens Pietro.
"No more questions", squeaks Kurt.
I remember the vay our sainted mother
Vould sit and croon us a lullaby
Mystique nods, signing along.
She'd say 'kids there's a place that's like no other
You gotta get there before you die'
Kurt bamfs off the desk, landing on the other side of Mystique's chair
You don't get there by playin' from the rule book
"Uh-uh", says Mystique.
You stack the aces
You load the dice
They both stand, Kurt putting his hat to his chest, looking up, signing together.
Mother, dear, oh, we know you're..
They drop their gaze to the floor
Down there listenin'
How can we follow
Your sweet advice
To
Kurt puts his head back on his hat with the beat of the tune.
Easy Steet
Easy Street
He hops onto the desk, lying his head on Tabby's lap and putting the hat over his face
Vhere ya sleep 'till noon
Tabby purrs, stroking his fur asMystique rolls her eyes, taking the hat off him and dropping it back on his face.
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Kurt jumps off the table and dances around it to the side again
She'd repeat
He holds his hand out, Mystique rolls her eyes, takes it and spins to the middle of the table, in-between him and Tabby
Easy Street
He and Mystique shuffle along the table, Tabby following them, being ignored
Better get there
Soon
"So, sis, vho vas the", Kurt grimaces again, "...ugh hot tomato in the fancy car?"
"Personal secretary to Warren Worthington", says Mystique
"THE Warren Worthington?", asks Tabby, "THE millionaire?"
"No, the BILLIONAIRE", corrects Mystique, "ya dumb hotel"
"Hey, you just...", starts Tabby
"Lives up on Fifth Avenue", says Mystique, ignoring her.
"Hey, Vorthington don't live on Fifth Avenue", says Kurt.
"He don't?", asks Mystique, ignoring the bad grammar.
"Where does he live?", asks Kurt
Kurt gives them a grin, causing them all to burst into song again.
Easy Street
Easy Street
Where the rich folks play
They dance around the office, climbing on furniture and whatnot
Yeah, yeah, yeah, sings Mystique
Yeah, yeah, yeah, sings Tabby
Move them feet
Move them ever-lovin' feet
Mystique pauses.
"….Okay then"
To Easy Street
When ya get there
When ya get there
When ya get there
Stay
"So, sis, vhat did the secretary vant?", asks Kurt.
"Tell me Worthington is going to adopt Rahne", snorts Mystique, "this rotten orphan I despise. Now the lousy kid's gonna have everything".
"It ain't fair!", whines Tabby.
"I know, it ain't fair!", snaps Mystique, as Kurt sings.
It ain't fair how we scrounge for three or four bucks
While she gets Wothington..
"Yes, I know it doesn't rhyme", says Pietro with a shrug, "too late now".
"The little brat", snaps Mystique, pushing Tabby off the table.
"….Oww", says Tabby.
It ain't fair
This here life is driving me nuts
While we get peanuts
She's livin' fat
Mystique crosses her arms and turns her back away to sulk, while Kurt grins an evil grin, him and Tabby peering over either of her shoulders
"Oooooh you're good at them", nods Pietro, "the demon look works for you!"
"Doesn't mean I vant it too", mutters Kurt.
Maybe she hold the key
This little lady
To gettin' more bucks
Mystique blinks, grinning
Instead of less
Maybe ve fix the game vith soemthing...shady
"...Where would that put us?", blinks Tabby, "ooooh Kurt, you give me chills"
"Aw tell her", says Mystique
"Give ya one guess", grins Kurt.
Ye-e-s!
Easy Street
Easy Street
Rahne is the key
The three grab their coats and boas, obviously not Kurt, and dance out into the street
"No fur fox scarf on this set", says Pietro, "Todd Fan's anti-fur!".
Yes, siree
Yes, siree
Yes, siree
All the New Yorkers carry on along their business, ignoring the three crazy people dancing wildly in the street
Easy Street
Easy Street
That's where we're gonna
Beeeeeeeee
They walks right into a bar across the road, besides two of them being minors and that Mystique should be in the orphanage, and sit down
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