Here We Go A Caroling Again
"Well the good news is that Mr. Pendergrass came out of surgery fine," Lina told Angelica, Rogue, Wanda, Alex, Althea, Todd and Tabitha in the kitchen. "He just had a mild blockage in his arteries."
"And you, Jean and Mr. McCoy were able to fix it?" Rogue asked. "I mean, I get that you're a medic in training and Jean's taking some pre-med courses but I didn't know Beast could operate on people."
"Neither did he," Lina sat down. "Of course we did have Lifeline talk us through it via a medical videophone. He's busy with a medical conference in Nevada but he should be back by tomorrow."
"Good. Maybe he could patch up everybody in time for Christmas?" Angelica thought.
"That's just what we need," Low Light walked in for a cup of coffee. "Everybody in tip top shape for blowing things up."
"And speaking of blowing things up…" Althea pointed to the television. "I think our wandering minstrels made the news again."
"What have they done this year?" Rogue sighed.
"A mysterious two alarm fire broke out at the New York headquarters of the Friends of Humanity building early last night," Trish Tilby reported. Scenes of fire, trashed vehicles covered with toilet paper and the words FOH SUCKS TINSEL were seen. "Although there were no serious injuries, several members of the FOH were taken the Bellevue for a mental health screening. They were in various states of undress, covered with whipped cream and crushed candy canes and babbling something about Satan and the fires of Hell. Many vehicles were wrecked and vandalized outside the building as well."
"This will not go well with their insurance agents," Tabitha mocked.
"Sources blame the Friends of Mutant Kind but some say actual mutants were responsible," Trish spoke. "In a statement the Friends of Mutant Kind denied any involvement in the fire but said and I quote 'Whoever did it, they'd love to buy them a drink.'"
"Better not tell Shipwreck that," Low Light remarked. "He'd want to horn in on the demon's action."
"On a related note," Trish continued. "The Reverend William Stryker was reported to have attempted to escape from jail today. A plot to escape from prison involving ten gallons of cranberry sauce and a stocking full of coal was uncovered by the guards and was foiled. The attorneys for Reverend Stryker are saying that he was not trying to escape but was framed…By a group of mutants and demons singing 'Eggheads We Will Hurl From On High'. Isn't that supposed to be Angels We Have Heard on High?"
"They're getting very creative," Lina blinked. "I mean you have to admit that."
"Wait until Kitty hears about this," Althea remarked. "That'll make her day."
"Uh…" Wanda pointed to the television. "Maybe not."
"This just in," Trish read from a paper handed to her. "A member of the X-Men, Kitty Pryde has just been arrested with her parents, famed mutant Video DJ Jesse D and the uncle of another X-Man, Mr. Donald Ramsey…. Who is the lover of Ms. Pryde's father. Okay…. Apparently they caused a disturbance in a Chinese restaurant. Mrs. Pryde, who as you know is the lover of Jesse D reportedly attacked Mr. Ramsey by throwing a platter of General Tso's Chicken at his head."
"You know it's no wonder Kitty can't sort out her own love life," Wanda groaned. "Her family relationships are as stable as Jell-O in a blender."
"Whose turn is it this time?" Rogue sighed.
"I'll do it," Low Light sighed as he left. "It'll be my gift to you guys this year. And to think I thought I could get away without buying anything…"
"I tell you it's never boring around here," Alex remarked.
"Especially with a bunch of demons, thieves and a powerful teenage mutant sorceress ruler running amok," Wanda sighed. "How much you wanna bet Remy's brothers robbed the FOH blind?"
"That would be a sucker bet," Todd admitted.
"I wonder where they are now?" Angelica asked aloud.
"I wonder when people are going to stop asking stupid questions like that," Rogue sighed.
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"We Three Kings of Orient Are! Tried to smoke a rubber cigar…" S'ym, Benos, Stephan and Maxx sang loudly.
"GET AWAY! GET AWAY!" Graydon Creed hopped like mad around the room in the psychiatric ward. Being restrained by a straightjacket didn't slow him down as the demons chased him.
"Don't you enjoy visiting the less fortunate?" Illyana grinned as she watched the action through the viewing slot in the next room. "And making them more miserable?
"Not as much as making a profit off of them," Gustave grinned as he videotaped the events. "This gonna fetch a cool million easy in the black market."
"Where are your brothers?" Peter asked.
"Hitting on the nurses downstairs, where else?" Gustave said.
"You know at first I had a hard time believing you were all related to Gambit," Peter groaned. "Now I see the family resemblance."
"OH GOD NO GET OFF ME! OWWWWWW!" Creed screamed.
"NOOGIE TIME!" S'ym laughed maniacally.
"And I thought we scarred him for life last year," Illyana remarked. "I think we topped ourselves."
"That man may never leave a padded cell," Peter sighed.
"And that's a bad thing?" Illyana looked at him.
"You have a point," Peter shrugged. "Can we go home now?"
"No, we have one more stop," Illyana grinned.
"And I have a bad feeling where we are going," Peter sighed.
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"I knew it," Peter slumped in the chair. "I knew we were going to end up here."
"AAAAAHHHH!" Senator Kelly ran by in his pajamas. "STOP CALLING ME SCROOGE!"
"WHOOP! WHOOP! WHOOP!" The demons ran behind Kelly laughing.
"Hey, the senator has some nice clothes," Alphonse remarked as he rummaged through Senator Kelly's things.
"You know I'll bet there are plenty of victims of Hurricane Katrina that could use a pair of pants like these," Gustave admired them.
"There is a slight chance that someone from the police will come and see all this," Peter said.
"Relax brother," Illyana waved as she practiced whacking her sword against Kelly's furniture. "I have kept tabs on this world through my crystal ball. Kelly has too much of a reputation of being a drunkard on the holidays for anyone to take him seriously."
"A reputation we created," Peter said. "Well the Brotherhood did most of the ground work technically."
"I HATE MUTANTS! I HATE ALL MUTANTS EVERYWHERE!" Kelly screamed. "AND STOP PELTING ME WITH SNOWBALLS!"
"I guess everyone has some redeeming features," Peter grinned for a moment. Then his face became serious. "But I still think stealing his clothes and wealth is going too far."
"Oh really?" Alphonse asked. "Wasn't the senator on a FEMA committee not so long ago?"
"And didn't he just approve a raise for himself and other members of the Senate?" Henri asked.
"And I believe he once called your on and off again girlfriend a slut in one of his speeches in the Senate," Illyana said.
"Don't forget the underwear," Peter told them.
Next: More gifts are given, more people show up, more holiday insanity unfolds and finally the semblance of some sort of plot begins. I think. Maybe. Or something else happens first. Come on people you knew I had no clue what I was doing when you started reading this.