Author Ramblings: Hi! Okay I have the day off so I figured I'd write something. Please check out my other story "How many people hate us!" Okay so let's see Remy switched sides, Principle Kelley down, Jean and Kitty down, cheerleaders down, Bobby down, so who's left? Well I figured Scott was just begging to be taken down a peg or two. So here you go.

Disclaimer: I'm sorry we are experiencing disclaimer difficulties. /Shows picture of disclaimer being thawed out by a hairdryer. /

Tabby and Wanda just got back. So that means it's time for the icing on the cake, the party hat on the scary clown, the fake blood on the chainsaw of a really cheesy horror movie, the bottom of the glass of chocolate milk where it's the most chocolately, a.k.a. the finale. All looked to Lance. He stood up and raised his can of soda. "Guys this was the best round of revenge that Bayville has ever seen. We have let everyone know: don't mess with the Rogue! Now I, for one, believe in going out with a bang, not to mention a bing, bam and a huge explosion. So for the last prank I need you guys to put everything, your hearts, souls, minds, and bodies into beating the X-Geeks into the ground!" Having finished his rallying speech, Lance sat down.

Toad had tears in his eyes, "That was beautiful, yo." Everyone agreed and raised their glasses (love the song, don't own). Supplies were gathered and everyone climbed into the jeep.

At the X-Mansion-

The kids and their chaperones had just gotten back from the fieldtrip. The new recruits spilled from the vehicles like floodwaters from a reservoir. The hyper, laughing, mini mutants were all finally herded into the mansion like cattle. They were sent to calm down and get ready for bed, fat chance of that happening but at least they were out the adults' hair for a while. Speaking of the adults they all breathed a sign of relief when the last mutant disappeared from sight. "Well, I don't know about anyone else but I am going to bed straightaway." Storm nodded decisively.

"Me too," was the unanimous agreement. They all went their separate ways.

When Scott got to his room it was completely dark. Which I strange because he could have sworn he left a light on before he left. Suddenly, something unseen took his glasses right off his face! He immediately shut his eyes. "Who's there?" He demanded of the darkness. He walked forward carefully, listening and holding his arms out to make sure he didn't fall on anything. There was a tap on his shoulder and he whirled around. His hands touched nothing but air. Now he was thinking some new recruit was pranking him. "Very funny, Bobby. Now come out and give me my glasses back." No response. He waited a few seconds, his ears straining to catch the smallest sound. It was quiet like the inside of a tomb. "Bobby, whoever you are okay, enough's enough seriously give my glasses back." Still nothing, Scott was getting tired of this. He finally just moved, very slowly and carefully, to his bedside table where his spare glasses were. But the moment when his hand brushed where his back-up pair should be there was another tap. He turned and decided to forget the consequences and blast whoever was playing with him. He did but there was no thud or groan or anything human, not even the sound of the blast hitting his bed.

His glasses were then slipped on his face and his eyes flew open to see who had been tormenting him. No one was there, he looked around: nothing. He turned back around and there was a note hanging on a string. He yanked it off and opened it. It said: thanks for the help. He puzzled over it and didn't notice the thin line with a spark traveling out of his room. The little spark had been brought into existence by the beam Scott fired; he hit the thin wire. The spark was well on its way, moving past unnoticing individuals, getting closer to its destination. Meanwhile, Amara thought some ice cream before bed would hit the spot. She opened the freezer and discovered everything wasn't frozen. In fact, thing's were the complete and total opposite of frozen.

Bobby just finished his shower and was in a good mood. Thinking of all the mayhem he caused on the fieldtrip, he smiled and hummed the song that he considered to be his theme song. 'Macho, macho man,' (don't own) he thought as he walked to his room. He opened his door and all he could do was stare.

The little spark had now come to its finale. One little burst of light and heat tripped several bombs of the stinky variety and other food bombs all around the mansion. It also melted the little layer of plastic holding the sewage out of the water supply. It fried the electric lines so there was no lights or hairdryers. It made the microwave and the entire appliances malfunction. It made the security system flash and it made a recording of "The Song that Never Ends" (don't own) play over the P.A. system. In short in caused utter chaos; who knew such a little thing could do all that. There was pandemonium everywhere.

Watching from the gates were the instigators of this catastrophe. They all laughed. "You know they're going to be so mad when they find out who do this." Rogue smirked.

"True-I'd-hate-to-be-Scooter. After-all-he-lit-the-fuse." Pietro laughed.

"Hey has anyone seen Gambit?" Wanda looked around. No one had. Rogue put her hands on her pockets. She felt something; she pulled it out. It was a playing card, the king of hearts, on the back there was a message, 'Be seeing ya, chere.' Rogue smiled; maybe today wasn't such a bad day after all.

THE END

Author Ramblings: /Gasp/ It's over? Yes sorry but there's still my other stories. /hint hint/ Please review and let me know how I can be better.