Baby, You're a Starr, Special Edition!

Author's Note: Hey folks! L1701E here! I'm dusting off another old fic, cleaning it up a bit, and re-submitting it! Ladies and Gentlemen, let me introduce the new version of Baby, You're a Starr! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Red Witch owns Althea, Xi, and Trinity. I own the Starr Brothers, Marvel has everyone else.

Chapter 1: Escape! Hi, I'm Baby Starchild!

Mojoworld

Mojo, the very large, pale, and extremely ugly bulbous yellow-green ruler of the TV-obsessed dimension called Mojoworld, was watching three teens walk through the streets of LA. These three teenagers, named Paul Stanley Starr, Craig Allman Starr, and St. John Allerdyce, the Misfits known as Starchild, Darkstar, and Pyro, were the teens he was viewing.

"Ooooh…Three new Misfits! I must have them as performers! Imagine, Major Domo!" Mojo turned to his butler-esque second-in-command. "The one called Starchild is insanely popular with women! He's a teen idol here in Mojoworld! My secretary's daughter is in love with him! And Darkstar, with his bad boy attitude and temper. He'd be a great action film star, or a star of a gritty crime drama! I can see it now: Craig Starr is the toughest cop in the precinct, taking the law into his own hands in 'Gritty Crime Drama'! People love crazy people, so they'll be fascinated by Pyro and his obsession with setting things ablaze! They're perfect performers!" Mojo laughed. Major Domo remembered something.

"Your mightyness, the modifications and repairs to the cloning machine are complete. Now you can get your DNA in their world, and create the clones here. I have taken the liberty of creating X-Baby versions of Starchild, Darkstar, and Pyro." Major Domo nodded. Mojo smiled.

"Good work!" Mojo complimented. An alien walked in. "What?"

"Sir, we're having several problems with the three new babies." The alien replied. "The X-Baby Girls appear to all be in love with Baby Starchild, and the Baby versions of Cyclops, Colossus, Gambit, and Berzerker keep getting themselves injured when trying to kill him. Baby Darkstar beats the employees up and refuses to perform. Baby Pyro keeps setting things ablaze. He burned down a catering truck. And somehow, he completely fried a fireproof wall!" Another alien ran in.

"They escaped!"

Xavier Institute

A purple vortex opened up in front of the mansion. A small boy, around five, fell out and landed on his butt, letting out a squeak. The boy had long black hair and chocolate brown eyes. He looked like a '80s boy, in black Converse hi-tops, purple acid-washed jeans, a KISS t-shirt, and zebra-print fingerless gloves with fringe and several bracelets on each wrist. He also had on hanging 5-pointed star earrings and a purple 5-pointed star birthmark over his right eye. (A/N: You can probably guess who this is.)

"Ow, my bottom!" The little boy rubbed his butt. He looked around quickly. "Where am I? I'm hungry." The little boy got up and ran inside the building.

Inside the Institute

"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! WHOOO!!! What a lovely day!" Scott sang out as he watched TV. Rogue looked up from her book.

"What're you so happy about?" Rogue wondered. "It has to be interesting if it makes you happy."

"Paul's going to be in LA for a week! So is his dumb thug brother and that crazy idiot Pyro. He can't try to steal Jean's heart when he's there! Neither can Craig beat me up nor Pyro set my things ablaze! Ha ha!" Scott hummed happily. Rogue sighed.

"Ah hope Paul misses me." Rogue smiled. Scott shook his head at that remark. "Ah still can't believe Pyro is a Misfit."

"No kidding." Scott grumbled. "I just hope that loony doesn't burn the house down. He'd love that." He then saw a five-year-old version of Paul walk by. His eyes widened. "AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! DEAR GOD NO!!!!!!!" He ran away screaming. The baby Paul watched and shrugged, continuing on his way. Rogue looked up, but never saw the tiny version of Starchild.

That boy seriously needs psychiatric help. Rogue thought as she went back to her reading. The baby Paul walked to the pool, where he saw Tabitha in an orange-and-purple swimsuit, soaking up some rays while listening to music.

Maybe the big version of Tabby knows where I am. The boy smiled and walked over to her. She was listening to music on headphones, humming to herself. The boy laughed. "She's funny." He pulled the headphones off her head, making her jump up.

"Bobby, I'm going to…" Tabitha turned, ready to fire a death glare as well as throw a couple time bombs, but instead saw the boy, who smiled.

"Hi, I'm Paul." The boy introduced himself. "Do you know where I am?" The boy grinned. Tabby's squeal could be heard halfway to London. The other X-Men ran out.

"Tabitha, is something wrong?" Storm asked.

"HE'S SO CUTE!!!!!" Tabby held up the tiny Paul Starr. The other X-Girls' jaws dropped, and their eyes glazed over.

"HE'S ADORABLE!!!!" They cried out and gathered around the little version of Starchild. The X-Boys' jaws dropped.

"We're being punished. We're really being punished, aren't we?" Ray moaned. Scott turned red.

"Dear God, why?" He groaned. "It's bad enough with the full-size Starchild, but now there's a miniature one?!?! WHYYYYYYYYYYYY?!?!?!?!" The X-Girls were all cooing the little version of Paul.

"Odds say 10 to 1 that that kid's from Mojoverse." Logan reasoned.

"Johnny, tell Logan what he's won." Beast rolled his eyes.

"Why would a baby version of Starchild be here?" Storm wondered.

"Wait, where did Mojo get Paul's DNA to make a Baby Starchild?" Jamie scratched his head.

"Mojo fixed up his clone machine so he can get DNA samples from anyone in this world. He don't have to take them to Mojoworld." Baby Paul explained. "He made me, my brother and my best friend that way."

"Vait, there's a Baby Darkstar?" Kurt realized.

"And a Baby Pyro? God help us all." Bobby added.

"Oh things just get better and better, don't they?" Scott growled. Jean held Baby Paul.

"Now what's a cutie pie like you doing here in our world?" Jean asked the little rocker.

"Mojo created me for his new music channel, Rock TV. I would perform music and host a show. I wanted a new guitar, but the big meanie wouldn't give me a new guitar. He said I should've taken care of my last one." Baby Paul started tearing up. "I came here to get help getting a guitar. Baby Scott, Baby Ray, Baby Remy, and the Baby Colossuses are all also mean to me. They call me names all the time. Why are they mean to me? I'm never mean to them. Mojo gave me a guitar, but they bashed it. WAHHHHH!!!!!" Baby Paul started crying.

"Awww, don't cry Paul. We'll think of something." Kitty cooed. Rogue took Baby Paul.

"Ah dunno why they're mean, sugah. Ah guess it's because they're big jerks." Rogue glared at the X-Baby Boys' older counterparts.

"Why are you blaming us?" Ray snapped.

"It's not our fault that the dumb kid has no guitar." Peter grumbled.

"Hey, maybe we can get the little guy a guitar." Tabby suggested.

"Now where are you going to get a guitar his size?" Colossus snickered.

"Yeah, de little shrimp looks like he can barely handle a ukulele!" Gambit laughed.

"Jean, I don't like this guy. Not one bit." Scott glared at Baby Paul. "The full-size Paul is bad enough as it is." Jean glared.

"Scott, don't you dare bully this little guy. He's harmless! He just wants a guitar." Jean warned.

"Then get him his stupid guitar so he'll go away." Peter grumbled.

"I'll go with him, and help him pick it out." Tabby took Baby Paul and sat him down on the ground. "I'm sure you'll be a little angel."

"Ah'll take him." Rogue said.

"No, I will!" Kitty raised her voice.

"No, I will! I can drive without killing anybody!" Jean snapped.

"I wanna take him!" Amara yelled. The five girls started arguing. The X-Boys grumbled.

"Man, you guys must've done something terrible!" Jamie laughed.

"We are being punished for something. But what did we do?" Peter whined. Baby Paul just sat there, watching the girls fight.

Here we go…CATFIGHT!!!! Baby Paul mused.

Bayville Mall

A purple vortex materialized on the roof of the Bayville Mall. Two boys, around five, fell out. The first one had long wild black hair. He had a 5-pointed star birthmark over his right eye, just like Baby Paul, only black instead of purple. He wore a black t-shirt, black leather jacket, and blue jeans, with white sneakers. He carried a small nightstick. The other boy had semi-long reddish-blond hair. He carried a lighter, and wore an orange t-shirt with silver-and-black flames on it, as well as matching slacks and black tennis shoes.

"Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe!!!" The reddish-blond kid laughed insanely in an Australian accent. "Can we burn something? I wanna burn something!" He started jumping up and down. "Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!" The black-haired boy moaned.

"No, John. Mojo sent us to get Paul back." The black-haired boy told the reddish-blond boy.

"But I wanna BURRRRRRRRRNNNNNNN something, Craig!! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeease" Baby Pyro begged.

"Alright! Alright! You can inciny………incitir………incinar………burn a couple plants!" Baby Darkstar caved in as he opened a skylight and prepped a rope. "C'mon!" Baby Craig and Baby John climbed down the rope, but they slipped and fell.

"WHOOOOOOOAAAAA!!!!" The two boys bounced off a cart roof and landed on their butts. "Ow!" The cart owner walked up to them.

"Want a t-shirt?" He asked. Baby John looked up at him.

"Can I set your cart on fire?" He asked gleefully. "I like to set things on fire." The cart owner's eyes widened.

"You okay, kid?" The man asked the tiny version of Pyro.

"Have you seen my brother?" Baby Craig asked. "He looks like me, only dressed as an 80s rocker."

"I wanna set something on fire." Baby John got up and walked away.

"No, I haven't. Where's he going?" The cart owner pointed in Baby John's direction. His eyes widened as he realized what baby John was doing with his cart and the lighter. "Hey kid! Put down that lighter! Oh God, he just set the whole freakin' rack on fire!"

"WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Baby Pyro's crazy laugh rang out.

Hoo Boy! Here we go again! For this chapter, I am definitely taking suggestions. Who'll take Baby Paul to the mall? What kind of guitar will he pick up? Will Baby Pyro burn everything down? Will Baby Darkstar beat up a bunch of people? Suggestions needed! See you next chapter!