"This… is NOT Antarctica." Said Amara slightly dumbfounded.

"Did ve make a wrong turn or zometing?" Kurt asked, looking around.

"Maybe. The GPS says were in Haculazastan, Tokyo." Jean commented.

Haculazastan, Tokyo was a lush, prehistoric world with humongous amounts of vegetation. Giant butterflies flittered in a nearby field. Flowers bloomed by the hundreds and a tropical breeze was blowing off an immense lake.

"Wow." Rouge sighed.

"Eet's almost as beautiful as you, chere." Remy whispered in her ear.

"Remy, it's so peaceful here."

That's when a herd of Lockheed look-a-likes flew through the grove, screaming like banshees.

"Well…" Storm said looking disturbed. "That was slightly more candid than Wanda's last period."

"Hey!" Bobby shouted. "I don't think that that was funny!"

"Oh yeah?" Jamie piped up. "Well, I don't think you a D cup, Bobbi Anna!"

Bobby turn slightly more red than the bloody shade of crimson the flowers near him were. Very soon, EVERYONE was turning red from heat or perspiration.

"It's too hot." Moaned Hank.

"I'm so glad I brought a change of clothes." Jean said.

"Hank, how can ya stand there and complain, when I need to cover up like this?" Rouge exclaimed.

"HEY! Your not, like, exactly alone in that right now!" Kitty retorted. In order to keep a catfight from breaking out and attraction unwanted attention, Professor X decided to pull out several stops and place both girls in psionic paralysis. Meanwhile, Jean was causing her own stir.

Her new uniform was much more flattering than the original. Her hands and feet were gloved and booted, the least 'elegant' parts of the outfit. One or two straps were encircling her thighs, each containing a cargo pocket. The body, if it could be called that, looked like a heavily altered one-piece bathing suit. The shoulders had been extended so that they looked like horns. Her hair was held back with a tiara of sorts. In the center of the tiara was an upside down blue irregular pentagram.

"JEAN!" Logan yelled with his claws popped out.

"Logan relax. It's just for missions where it's incredible hot." And for Scott she added, pushing her shields up as high as they would go.

"Well, how did you PAY for it?" Logan persisted as menacingly as he could to a girl.

"Not a penny. I blew all the pool winnings on this baby."

"Alright. But its still not used regularly, got it Red?" Why couldn't Speedy waited another week for this? I needed that money. Logan thought, as privately as he could.

"X-Men, split up. Keep in touch."

"Yes Professor. We'll report if we find anything."

When, Scott, when. I'm afraid that there's more to this savage land than meets the eye… the Professor thought, slightly rueful.

Meanwhile

From a safe location, two pairs of eyes watched the mutants. Blue eyes squinted as a tanned hand brushed unruly blond hair away from them. His companion growled noncommittally. The man picked one of the strangers at random. The small male one. He watched they people separate, as if they were searching for something. The son of the tiger and his surrogate father moved on.

Chapter two, over. Will this story be strangely humorous? You betcha! Have I written three yet? Maybe…

Anyway, just to all of you who read author's notes, I'm putting this story and Z Project on hold. I'm sorry to all of you who like this, but I'm having major writers block. I'll have one more misfit story, Confessions of a Water Breathing Ninja Girl, and then I'm off Misfit stuff till new years, but I may have written the rest by then. Or maybe not who knows?

Postscript author commentary: Z Project: Why use Wake Island, a real place?

Answer; I like weird, obsessive-compulsive plot devices. It had a cool name and was very isolated. So for convenience, I took the place and threw it into the mix. I mean it sounds better than something like (censored, made up name.), which sounds like something from a lame Pokemon episode.