Arkward family moments

[gnahrf]

This is getting interesting... *Hmmm* You want us to participate? Well, since you ask so humbly. But be aware everyone, none the less how much I do not pretend to be a writer, I'm still not one, and I'm not good at speaking English either. Still I wish to try this out, but I'll take one loose end and, well, you'll see... Just don't kill me too slowly for destroying this thread!


A hoarsh grumbling sounds the air as the man called Wolverine sprints through the open terrain. "Darn all these small brats," he spits out, while searching for some place to hide, "and how could they in the first place find me here? And all of them at once? Darn!" He deliberately threw away the question, if these indeed were all of them.

His eyes sweepe the sorroundings, but it isn't really necessary as he already had smelled that his pursuit, of some strange reason, had stopped. He doesn't complain, neither rejoice, but keeps running. Away from this awful lot of small bastards. Now on a closer thought, didn't some of them look quite compact, and some of them seemed too hairy for such small kids. Grumble. What had he done to deserve all this?

[nghtcrwlr]

[ **she's Nighty's mother after all...** Yeah, but she's pretty cold-hearted...how could've she thrown him, such a cute lil babe, away then??!! I couldn't have done it! But then, let me stop ranting and raving. You people, please come up with something too? Bitte? I have been reeling and have even come up with THREE MORE little samples to continue this (all today in less than 30 minutes), I'm burning out here! Maybe after I see "American Pie 2"... Besides, things are always better when there's more than one head working on this. Gnahrf, I have a plan, but I need you all's to participate? Let me know... Oh, wait! I feel like taking out my frustrations on a villain I really love to hate, excuse me for a minute...]

TJ: So granny...

Mystique: Don't call me that!

TJ: Ok, ok, ok...Cheez, alright! I don't wanna be a nun... So, where was I? Oh, I was wondering...wasn't it risky, you know, playing Sabey with a janitor?

Mystique: Risky?! Oh, hon...let me put it to you this way. Sabe was sooo insensitive ... and sooo dull! I swear--(trails off in indignation and dissappointment) ... Uh!... Now Bob, he was another case...Risky, maybe, but it was definetly worth it...Oh, baby, how he swept!! and when --

TJ: Awwwwhhh!! Man!...PLEASE! NO! I didn't ask for, and I don't want to hear, details, Grandma!!!!

Mystique: I ... told you... to quit ...calling me that... (whiny)Besides, you started it!!!

[uh,oh! had to be careful there, the rating almost sky-rocketed! Ha! There! Now I'm being nice to Mystique a lil bit...at least she's got better tastes now! ]

[spookyspice]

More! More! This is sooooo funny! I can picture poor Wolverine with a horde of stampeding brats trailing along behind him, and Mystique, shuddering in horror at the prospect of being Gramma Mystique. Affairs with the milk and mail man? Ooooo, Sabertooth must've been a real jerk! Kurt and the mail lady! LOL! T.J. and the bag boy? Why not? He can roadie for the Butt Monkeys in his spare time! Keep writing!

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Goddess in progress.....

[nghtcrwlr]

[THANK YOU, GNAHRF! You're good...Now look: ]

**What had he done to deserve all this?**

Suddenly, Wolve halted. A new scent. Actually, a couple. Someone was near, watching.

"Ah, ha!! YOU!! You are behind all of this! You know who put me here! Tell me, who?! 'fess up, bub! ...an' tell me who decided to make those terrors from hell so hairy?!!"

(peeking out from the brush, puppy-eyed)"Who me? Aww, the hairy thing wasn't my idea...I just put them there ... the hairy part came from him (points at gnahrf), though it makes sense you know -- "

"AAAAARRRRRR!!!!" (Wolve pounces, but misses as spookyspice sticks her foot out and trips him.)
Nghtcrwlr to gnahrf: "Quick!! Call the brat troops while I stick NC in the scene long enough to delay!!"
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NC: Uhm, what am I doing here?
Wolve: Dunno. Popping up in places seems to be some thing you do lots of...(notices NC's priest collar) There a story behind this?
NC: Oh, this, ahum, ah, 'mother' got me into it.
Wolve: Why'd she do THAT?
NC: BECAUSE you're single...*BUDDY*
W: Uh, yeah, sure...(*boy they mess you up in there, don't they?*)
NC: At least you learn a lot in the church, though. Have you ever heard of avenging, demon-like angels that come to sinning souls at night?...
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"Now! Make your move!!"

[kurtlover]

muahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!

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give a kiss tall and dark bamfsome!!!

[nghtcrwlr]

**muahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!**

NC: Uhm, did you hear something, mein freund?

Wolve: We're sorrounded, bud... maybe we should make a run for it...

NC: A 'run for it'! Sheez, what's gotten into you?!...It's those kiddies, isn't it? You think their involved? ... Ha! YOU ARE SCARED!! Admit it!!

Wolve: Naw I'm not!!!!
NC: Are too!!
Wolve: Am not!!!
NC: Are too!!
Wolve: Grrrrrr! AM NOT!!!
NC: Ok, ok, ok...hey, is that them?
(Wolve breaks into a run)
NC: Hey! Wait!!! Hold a minute!! Where are you going?! ...I was just kidding!!!

[Purrfect! Now someone add something more, dialogue, another scene, a comment, a tie in from another open end...and remember, we are making this awkward and with NO limits (*hint, hint, ahem, ahem*)]

[BAMF!]

L...M...A...O!!!!
You guys are crazy....I love it! keep it coming!



BAMF!

[nghtcrwlr]

(stops in his tracks, NC rams into him, but Wolve barely notices...snifs the air intently)
Wolve: Hmm, hold it! I smell something else...I'm following it!
NC: Wait! What is it? Where are you going?
Wolve: I gotta go for it! It smells...good!
(Wolve jumps off this thread and breaks for it, NC follows)
NC: Great, first he gets me 'grounded,' now we're fugitives of hostboard!...

[he,he,he...let's see if any of you can figure out where their going and get them back here! ]

[KrissieK]

Yay! Love it, gimme more!

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"The red lights are flashing, but on this ship that could mean anything from 'We're under attack' to 'The baked potatoes are done.'"

[gnahrf]

Nghtcrwlr bring Nighty back! I've got a strange mind, and I don't like what my mind can picture Nighty in, in a wedding party. Oh, certainly not! Bring him back! Bringen Sie ihn zur?ck, bitte?