Disclaimer: Still don't own the X-men.
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When Brooke opened her door to head down to breakfast, she was not surprised to see Etienne waiting on her. "Thought you'd be downstairs by now."
He smirked at her. "An' give y' de chance t' change y' mind?"
She acted offended. "So your saying I'm chicken?"
He looked her up and down, taking his time. "If y' a chicken, dose are some o' de best lookin' legs I ever seen."
She laughed at him as she preceded him into the kitchen. "Thanks I guess." They fixed their plates and went to the table to sit down. Brooke was feeling nervous until Kitty looked up and motioned towards a free seat between her and Jubilee. She grinned and sat down.
"So like, we drew car washing duty today. Want to help us?" Kitty, Jubilee, Rahne, Amara and Rogue all looked at her.
"Sure! How many cars are we doing?"
"Only three since Scott has to do his own. It should take us about 2 hours or so to finish depending on how much we goof off. The guys always seem to appear and try to distract us."
Rahne snorted in disbelief. "What she means to say is they try to prank us every single time we get car washing duty."
Brooke looked at Rahne. "So do we have a plan?"
Rahne grinned wolfishly. "Oh, I like how you think."
Brooke grinned back. "When we get done here, lets meet in my room and discuss it." The girls giggled, wondering how much trouble they were about to get in.
Kurt tapped Etienne on the shoulder. "This doesn't look gut."
"What?" He looked around at the other guys.
Kurt motioned everyone to look over to where the girls had their heads together at the other end of the table. "They are planning something."
Bobby smiled. "They have car wash duty today." Everyone grinned, relishing the thought of the girls and LOTS of water.
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The girls slipped into Brooke's room after making sure none of the guys were around. She had a huge cardboard box open on her bed and was going through it, piling stuff on every available surface.
"So like, what's the plan?" Kitty was standing behind her trying to look into the box.
"Ah ha! Found em!." Brooke held aloft several small bags filled with colored powders.
"Um, I don't get it."
Brooke smiled. "I've had more hobbies than you can shake a stick at. When I left to come here, I packed all my stuff up in this box. My parents mailed it to me since I didn't know how long I'd be staying and I couldn't take it on the plane. These are dyes from when I was in my batik stage. Add a little salt and water, and these babies will dye anything they touch."
The girls giggled. "But how are we going to get the dye on the boys?"
"I was thinking we could station Rogue on the roof with the dyes in water balloons. She could just use some of that strength and pelt any prankers who show up."
Jubilee looked a little disbelieving. "Won't they figure out she's missing and know something's up?"
Brooke grinned. "That's the second part of the plan, divide and conquer. Everyone have an old tight t-shirt and a pair of shorts? The girls all nodded. "All we have to do is make sure we get wet in some shall we say, strategic places, and make a big deal about bending over and showing our butts off. The guys will be too busy staring and drooling to notice anything going on.
Rahne laughed. "You think dirty. They won't know what hit them!"
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Jean knew something was up when she saw the other girls, wearing exceedingly tight
t-shirts and cut-offs, trooping into the garage together. She made a mental note to warn Scott to stay away from where they were washing the cars in case something happened.
True to the plan, Rogue had already stashed the girl's supply of water balloons on the roof in preparation for their little surprise. The girls parked the cars in the grass, and acted like everything was normal. After they were done with the first car and starting on the second, Rahne smelled Bobby, Sam and Kurt. "Hey, I smell prankers!"
Brooke nodded. "Okay girls, lets put the plan into motion." Rahne had the hose and proceeded to soak Kitty who made a hug deal of wrestling for it back, getting Brooke, Amara and Jubilee wet in the process. All the girls began squealing and throwing the sponges they had been using to wash the cars. In the madness, Rogue made her escape and got onto the roof.
Evan busted into the Rec Room where Etienne and Remy were playing cards. "Guys, you have got to come outside and see this! The girls have gone bonkers; playing with the hose getting soaking wet. It can't get any better than this!" They all pelted down the stairs and out the front door where they all stood in shock.
Jubilee and Amara had Kitty pinned to side of a car trying to put a big soapy sponge down her shirt while Rahne and Brooke were rolling in the mud and grass fighting for the water hose.
"Holy shit! Girl on girl mud wrestling!!" Evan and the two Cajuns stared, unable to tare their eyes away. At that moment, Bobby and the other prankers went into action. They had a second hose to which they had attached a fertilizer feeder full of grape kool-aid. Bobby chilled it just enough and then they turned the water on the already wet girls.
The loud screams were the signal Rogue had been waiting for. She wasted no time in pelting every guy present with the dye balloons. The other girls joined in, grabbing anything handy to throw at the unlucky boys.
By the time Logan and Jean got outside, the whole group had joined in a giant mud-wrestling contest. Everyone was covered in dye, mud, and grass and slinging whatever they could grab, laughing madly the entire time. He had decided he wasn't going to step in when somebody missed their intended target and pelted him in the face with a giant glob of mud. He rubbed the offending goop off his face and took a deep breath. "ENOUGH!" Everyone on the lawn froze. "Since all of you have so much energy, you have fifteen minutes to get cleaned up and meet me downstairs for a Danger Room session. Anyone who's late can get up at 5AM with me tomorrow to make it up." Even he had to laugh at how hilarious it was to watch them all scatter like a bunch of mice, before he even finished what he was saying.