AN: Another co-written fic for my sister and I. We started this about two years ago and just now got around to finishing the thing. Warren and Scott fans beware. Warren is mocked throughout and Scott is driven insane. This is sort of silly and crazy, so beware. Enjoy and don't forget to review!!
"Now, where'd dey hide dat gator meat?" Remy asked looking through the refrigerator with his butt in the air.
"Whatcha lookin' for Sugah?" Rogue asked as she walked by and smacked the easy target. He turned around and gave her a sly look.
It was Remy and Rogue's turn to cook. The gang, including the two of them, Hank, Kurt, Kitty, Bobby, Scott, Peter, Jubilee, and Logan, were house sitting for Betsy and Warren while they were on vacation in the Bahamas.
"I was looking for the da gator meat so dat I could make my famous gator sausage," Remy said with a prideful look.
Rogue rolled her eyes. "Great, just what Ah was lookin' for this mornin', heartburn."
Remy gave up looking for the gator meat and started to mix some pancake batter. He dumped the whole box of pancake mix into an oversized bowl. He started to dump the whole gallon of milk into the bowl, but he soon realized that there was only a little bit of milk left. "Oh well," Remy said, "guess I'll have t' impr'vise." Rogue's eyes went wide as Remy poured tap water into the concoction. He then added eggs and closed the carton. On his way back to the fridge, he dropped the remaining eggs out of the carton and on to the floor.
"You're cleanin' that up ya know Swamp Rat," Rogue said with mock sympathy.
Remy gave her a sly look and dug into a drawer in the kitchen. He pulled out a hand held mixer and plugged it into an outlet on the wall. He put it into the bowl filled with unmixed batter and turned it on high. Batter immediately sputtered out all over the counter. Rogue started to giggle as Remy removed the mixer and started to stir the mess with a spoon, "Celui qui a fait cette chose, regard hors de mon ami que la Gambit's va à..." he began to mumble under his breath. (Whoever made this thing, watch out of my friend, Gambit's going to...)
After he was finished mixing, he started to pour round shapes of batter on to the large griddle in Warren and Betsy's kitchen. After he finished, he tried to turn on the griddle but it wouldn't work. By now Rogue was laughing so hard she was in tears, clutching her stomach.
Remy raised an eyebrow at the griddle. "Voila!" he said as he tried to charge the pancakes with a light dose of kinetic energy. In stead of heating the pancakes, the piles of batter started to glow red and then blew up, spewing batter everywhere. It practically covered Rogue.
"Swamp Rat!" Rogue yelled. She grabbed a frying pan and started to whomp Remy over the head with it.
"Je regrete chere," Remy said between swings.
"If ya ever do that again," Rogue started. She then grabbed some fine china off the counter and started throwing it at him. After she had run out of china, she looked at Remy. He had a puppy dog look on his face. He looked so innocent in his pink, lacy, 'kiss the cook' apron. She smiled at him.
"Ya know chere, you don' look dat bad covered in batter," Remy said with a chuckle.
"Why you little," Rogue yelled. She grabbed some knives out of a drawer and started to throw them at him.
"Whoa, chere," Remy said "dat was only a compliment." Remy started to run when a knife nearly cut off his ear. "Help me! Aidez-moi! Aidez- moi!" Remy screamed as Rogue flew after him, still yielding the knives.
Remy continued running, past the rest of the team in the living room. They all watched in awe as the pair continued the chase.
As Remy headed toward the door, Scott was just walking up the steps of the front porch, bags of Burger King breakfast in his hands, a Burger King crown on his head, and humming "Mr. Roboto".
Both Scott and Remy had their hands on the door knob at the same time. The door flew open and Remy flew backwards onto his butt. Scott stumbled forwards as Rogue threw two knives before realizing Scott was there. One knife went through one of the bags of food and the other went right through his Burger King crown. Scott stood aghast as all the other X- Men in the living room watched.
"Whoops," Rogue said quietly.
"What the hell has been going on?" Scott yelled. "I leave this house for ten minutes and you're all trying to kill each other. You all can be so immature." Everyone except Remy and Rogue stared at Scott.
"This time it wasn't me," said Jubilee.
"I guess I owe the sane members of this group an apology." Scott said.
"Ha, ha! For once me and Bobby aren't the immature ones," Jubilee said. She got up and started to dance, saying, "oh yeah, uh huh," over and over again until Rogue threw the remaining knife in her hand at Jubilee's head. The knife hit her sunglasses and knocked them off the top of her head. She stopped dead in her groove.
Remy started to snicker. Scott shot him a pointed look. "That's enough you two." Scott yelled, "I am ashamed Rogue, that third in command of the X-Men would endanger her fellow team members like that."
"Sorry Scott," Rogue said, "we were just playin' around."
"Well," Scott said, "Don't do it again or I will tell the professor. By the way," Scott continued, "why are you covered in... Never mind. That's the last time I leave Remy in charge of the cooking."
"I see you don' trus' ol' Gambit wit da cookin' anyway, Scotty." Remy said, noticing the bags of Burger King in his hands.
"Sorry Remy, but I knew something like this would happen." Scott said.
After everyone had settled down from the morning's debacle, they all sat down in the dining room to eat the Burger King breakfast that had survived impalement.
As everyone dug in, Bobby discovered that his breakfast sandwich was sliced in half. "Why me?" Bobby asked as milk came flying out of Kurt's nose. Jubilee was so startled by her milk bath since she was sitting next to Kurt, she leapt up and accidentally kicked Logan who was sitting across from her. "Owe! My toe!" she cried. Logan just grumbled under his breath. Bobby then started a food fight.
Scott sat at the table shaking his head as food flew everywhere. "I'll never win," he wined.
With the take-out breakfast swimming in their stomachs, and on their person, the gang decided to investigate as to why the stove wasn't working.
Beast was the first to make a move and he opened the door to the oven. "Ewwwe. I have a cleaning formula somewhere in my lab that I think I'll recommend Betsy to use. Hmmm, I wonder where it is..." Bobby stood with his hands behind his back and began to whistle.
"Hey, uh, guys," Jubilee suddenly said, "I think I found the problem." She held up the plug to the stove in view of everyone.
"Who the hell unplugs their stove?" Bobby asked.
Peter coughed "poof," referring to Warren. Everyone gave him a pointed look.
"Mais pourqui would dey unplug de stove?" Remy asked. (But why...stove.)
"Because they all knew you'd be tryin' ta cook, sugah," Rogue answered with a smirk.
"Now that that problem is solved," Scott started, "lets all-"
"Investigate the house!" Bobby exclaimed.
"Uh.." Scott said.
"Yeah!" Jubilee shouted.
"Excuse me," Scott said commandingly as everyone began to follow Jubes and Bobby.
"Nobody care, homme," Remy said as he passed Scott. Scott just sighed.
AN: You like? Fell free to let me know, and please be nice. This story is finished so chapters will be posted according to the amount of reviews the story receives!
"Now, where'd dey hide dat gator meat?" Remy asked looking through the refrigerator with his butt in the air.
"Whatcha lookin' for Sugah?" Rogue asked as she walked by and smacked the easy target. He turned around and gave her a sly look.
It was Remy and Rogue's turn to cook. The gang, including the two of them, Hank, Kurt, Kitty, Bobby, Scott, Peter, Jubilee, and Logan, were house sitting for Betsy and Warren while they were on vacation in the Bahamas.
"I was looking for the da gator meat so dat I could make my famous gator sausage," Remy said with a prideful look.
Rogue rolled her eyes. "Great, just what Ah was lookin' for this mornin', heartburn."
Remy gave up looking for the gator meat and started to mix some pancake batter. He dumped the whole box of pancake mix into an oversized bowl. He started to dump the whole gallon of milk into the bowl, but he soon realized that there was only a little bit of milk left. "Oh well," Remy said, "guess I'll have t' impr'vise." Rogue's eyes went wide as Remy poured tap water into the concoction. He then added eggs and closed the carton. On his way back to the fridge, he dropped the remaining eggs out of the carton and on to the floor.
"You're cleanin' that up ya know Swamp Rat," Rogue said with mock sympathy.
Remy gave her a sly look and dug into a drawer in the kitchen. He pulled out a hand held mixer and plugged it into an outlet on the wall. He put it into the bowl filled with unmixed batter and turned it on high. Batter immediately sputtered out all over the counter. Rogue started to giggle as Remy removed the mixer and started to stir the mess with a spoon, "Celui qui a fait cette chose, regard hors de mon ami que la Gambit's va à..." he began to mumble under his breath. (Whoever made this thing, watch out of my friend, Gambit's going to...)
After he was finished mixing, he started to pour round shapes of batter on to the large griddle in Warren and Betsy's kitchen. After he finished, he tried to turn on the griddle but it wouldn't work. By now Rogue was laughing so hard she was in tears, clutching her stomach.
Remy raised an eyebrow at the griddle. "Voila!" he said as he tried to charge the pancakes with a light dose of kinetic energy. In stead of heating the pancakes, the piles of batter started to glow red and then blew up, spewing batter everywhere. It practically covered Rogue.
"Swamp Rat!" Rogue yelled. She grabbed a frying pan and started to whomp Remy over the head with it.
"Je regrete chere," Remy said between swings.
"If ya ever do that again," Rogue started. She then grabbed some fine china off the counter and started throwing it at him. After she had run out of china, she looked at Remy. He had a puppy dog look on his face. He looked so innocent in his pink, lacy, 'kiss the cook' apron. She smiled at him.
"Ya know chere, you don' look dat bad covered in batter," Remy said with a chuckle.
"Why you little," Rogue yelled. She grabbed some knives out of a drawer and started to throw them at him.
"Whoa, chere," Remy said "dat was only a compliment." Remy started to run when a knife nearly cut off his ear. "Help me! Aidez-moi! Aidez- moi!" Remy screamed as Rogue flew after him, still yielding the knives.
Remy continued running, past the rest of the team in the living room. They all watched in awe as the pair continued the chase.
As Remy headed toward the door, Scott was just walking up the steps of the front porch, bags of Burger King breakfast in his hands, a Burger King crown on his head, and humming "Mr. Roboto".
Both Scott and Remy had their hands on the door knob at the same time. The door flew open and Remy flew backwards onto his butt. Scott stumbled forwards as Rogue threw two knives before realizing Scott was there. One knife went through one of the bags of food and the other went right through his Burger King crown. Scott stood aghast as all the other X- Men in the living room watched.
"Whoops," Rogue said quietly.
"What the hell has been going on?" Scott yelled. "I leave this house for ten minutes and you're all trying to kill each other. You all can be so immature." Everyone except Remy and Rogue stared at Scott.
"This time it wasn't me," said Jubilee.
"I guess I owe the sane members of this group an apology." Scott said.
"Ha, ha! For once me and Bobby aren't the immature ones," Jubilee said. She got up and started to dance, saying, "oh yeah, uh huh," over and over again until Rogue threw the remaining knife in her hand at Jubilee's head. The knife hit her sunglasses and knocked them off the top of her head. She stopped dead in her groove.
Remy started to snicker. Scott shot him a pointed look. "That's enough you two." Scott yelled, "I am ashamed Rogue, that third in command of the X-Men would endanger her fellow team members like that."
"Sorry Scott," Rogue said, "we were just playin' around."
"Well," Scott said, "Don't do it again or I will tell the professor. By the way," Scott continued, "why are you covered in... Never mind. That's the last time I leave Remy in charge of the cooking."
"I see you don' trus' ol' Gambit wit da cookin' anyway, Scotty." Remy said, noticing the bags of Burger King in his hands.
"Sorry Remy, but I knew something like this would happen." Scott said.
After everyone had settled down from the morning's debacle, they all sat down in the dining room to eat the Burger King breakfast that had survived impalement.
As everyone dug in, Bobby discovered that his breakfast sandwich was sliced in half. "Why me?" Bobby asked as milk came flying out of Kurt's nose. Jubilee was so startled by her milk bath since she was sitting next to Kurt, she leapt up and accidentally kicked Logan who was sitting across from her. "Owe! My toe!" she cried. Logan just grumbled under his breath. Bobby then started a food fight.
Scott sat at the table shaking his head as food flew everywhere. "I'll never win," he wined.
With the take-out breakfast swimming in their stomachs, and on their person, the gang decided to investigate as to why the stove wasn't working.
Beast was the first to make a move and he opened the door to the oven. "Ewwwe. I have a cleaning formula somewhere in my lab that I think I'll recommend Betsy to use. Hmmm, I wonder where it is..." Bobby stood with his hands behind his back and began to whistle.
"Hey, uh, guys," Jubilee suddenly said, "I think I found the problem." She held up the plug to the stove in view of everyone.
"Who the hell unplugs their stove?" Bobby asked.
Peter coughed "poof," referring to Warren. Everyone gave him a pointed look.
"Mais pourqui would dey unplug de stove?" Remy asked. (But why...stove.)
"Because they all knew you'd be tryin' ta cook, sugah," Rogue answered with a smirk.
"Now that that problem is solved," Scott started, "lets all-"
"Investigate the house!" Bobby exclaimed.
"Uh.." Scott said.
"Yeah!" Jubilee shouted.
"Excuse me," Scott said commandingly as everyone began to follow Jubes and Bobby.
"Nobody care, homme," Remy said as he passed Scott. Scott just sighed.
AN: You like? Fell free to let me know, and please be nice. This story is finished so chapters will be posted according to the amount of reviews the story receives!