Author's Note: The 365 Project is an experimental multi-fandom project to write and post at least one short every day for the next year, not including my semi-regular bi-weekly updates. For more details, see the relevent section in my profile. This is The 365 Project, 6 May.

In the immortal words of Samuel L. Clemens... "Persons attempting to find a motive in this narrative will be prosecuted; persons attempting to find a moral in it will be banished; persons attempting to find a plot in it will be shot. BY ORDER OF THE AUTHOR."

When does it take place? Probably post-series, definitely after mutants are revealed.

Disclaimer: "X-Men: Evolution" and all associated characters and situations are the property of Marvel, used for entertainment purposes without permission or intent to profit.

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"Game Day"
By J.T. Magnus, 'Turbo'

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"We've got to do something..."

"Like what?"

"I don't know... Calvinball?"

"Do you want another visit from Bill Watterson's lawyers?"

"Good point. They were scary over those shirts. Paintball?"

"We've been banned from that inside the local police's jurisdiction, remember? How about Pingoball?"

"I still don't know why some of the cops are more afraid of paintballs than slime, earthquakes and stuff... Anyway, we don't have a stuffed fox to use for Pingoball. Truth or dare?"

"Come on, Todd," Freddy groaned, "Pie'll always take dare and Lance'll come up with dares meant to get him alone with Kitty, you really want to play that game?"

"Aw, man, I hate it when you have a point light that one," Todd huffed, "There's gotta be something we can do before we go insane here, yo?"

"I dunno, maybe we could..." Fred shrugged, "Make ourselves useful or something?"

Todd glared at him, "I'm gonna forget you ever said that, yo. What, you wanna ruin our reputations or something?"

"Nah, I just thought maybe some demolition company would be willing to pay us to destroy something," Fred answered.

"Seriously?" Todd looked at him in disbelief, "That's like asking 'who wants to be able to claim mutants destroyed their place when they collect the insurance money', yo."

"Well, gee, when ya put it like that," Fred scratched his head, "It's not such a good idea, I guess."

"Hey, waitta minute," Todd sniffed the air, "Where is the earthshaker, anyway?"

"You don't think?"

"That lovesick loon?" Todd shook his head, "We don't got to think about it. You call Detective Sergeant Gunn to make sure while I check and see if we've got enough bail money."

"Why's he gotta do this?" Fred groaned, "He's graduated, we've got a restraining order from the school, why?"

"Cause he's a cat person, that's why," Todd answered with sarcasm strong, "Think maybe we should replace Lance with a dog, yo. It'd still chase cats, but at least it wouldn't be chasing Kitty..."