Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men Evolution. And if I did, not only would you know but it would also still be on the air. I do however own Trading spaces…. Ok not really. Just wanted to see what you would do. Also this is meant to be funny. I mean no one any harm by writing this. Sorry if I offended anyone.
A/N: Sorry this took so long to update, I really have no excuse asfor why. So please enjoy reading this new chapter and let your hearts be warmed knowing another is be written as you read this.
X-men Trading spaces:
(Trading Spaces comes back on after a long commercial brake, in which we see way to many pointless ads.)
(Cut to Designers and carpenters pretending to fly like Superman)
Doug Wilson: (stops and looks at camera) Oh we have to talk on this opening shot?
Director: (whispers) Doug this is live
Doug Wilson: Oh um, right then…..so what should I say again?
Director: (rubs head) ju--just cut to Frank
Frank Bielec: Well see I was thinking we could do something happy, upbeat, maybe heart warming…
(All a sudden we see Pyro jump in front of the camera)
Pyro: 'ello little, small, tiny people!
Director: Where the hell did he come from?
Pyro: Sydney, Australia mate, finest place in the world!
(As Pyro speaks we see Jean Grey running up behind him)
Jean: HA I found you! Thought you would get away with the cookies I made for everyone right?
Pyro: Ahh Sheila clam down, I tossed ya cookies, a ways back. They weren't very good.
Jean: (shoves a burnt china plate in his face.) And what, pry tell would you call this?
Pyro: Oven done toast?
Director: Ok people moving on.
Producer: Um, sir…we have no host
Director: Right….hmm…you there, red head. You're the host until Paige comes out of her coma
Jean: She's in a coma? Gee wonder, how THAT happened. (narrows eyes at Pyro)
Pyro: Wooo! I'm da host! BWHAHAHAAAA (We then see Pyro point his flame throwers in the air and blast fire out madly)
(Then we see Jean using Telekinesis to unplug the flamethrower's cords. Pyro looks confused about the whole thing.)
Jean: Um you're not the host, you have yellow hair.
Pyro: Oh yeah, thanks mate.
(Pyro walks away and the camera centers on Jean)
Director: (here read this) Hands Jean a small script
Jean: (Reads from script) When my hands get dry and cracked, I turn to Bob's Miracle Hand Cream. It softens…
Director: Ok well this is great…
Doug Wilson: Umm when does the camera zoom in on me?
Director: Red head! Flip to the next page and read from there.
Jean: We'll be right back after a word from our sponsor.
(We watch as the Trading Spaces logo come on screen, followed soon by a Swifter Sweeper commercial.)