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WOLVIE. JR. written by Aqua's Shadow
WOLVIE, JR.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the X-Men, Jubilee, or Emma
Frost not gettin’ paid for this so don’t sue me. I
only own ‘the newest addition’ to the X-Men: Wolvie,
Jr. I’m SO sorry for the corny title. Oh. And I don’t
own This Kiss. Faith Hill does. Grrr.
Summary: An unexpected (and unwelcomed) ‘guest’ comes
to the X-Men and befriends Jubilee. And what are his
ties with Wolverine’ A sillyfic. Rated PG for some
cursing.
Author’s Note: Originally meant as a Halloween
special, but Halloween came and went, so here it is.
It' s the way you love me
It's a feeling like this
It's centrifugal motion
It's perpetual bliss
It's that pivotal moment
It's (ah) subliminal
This kiss, this kiss
It's criminal
- ‘This Kiss’ by Faith Hill
It was a dark and stormy night at the X-Mansion. It
was the 31st of October: Halloween. Jubilee had begged
Emma Frost to let her spend the weekend with the X-Men
and then she had begged Professor Xavier to host a
‘traditional’ Halloween party in which everyone must
dress up for the students and, at length, he
consented. Provided that Jubilee host it. With some
bouncing, Jubilee thanked him and got to work.
She had put a lot of effort into it, insisting that
everyone would have a terrific time. She made sure
that it would have all the essentials: apple-bobbing,
candy, costumes, scary stories, and horror movies.
No one had any scary stories, but Scott repeated the
story of ‘The Viper’ (who came to vipe and vash the
vindows). NO ONE was amused. The only scary movie
Jubilee could get her hands on was ‘Attack of the Mole
People’. When she was putting it into the VCR, a spark
flew out of her finger and demolished it. The candy
was the only successful part of the party. The day
before, Jean and Jubilee had gone shopping and gotten
the basics plus a few extras: Candy Corn, Skittles,
Candy Corn, M&M’s, Reeses, Candy Corn, Dem Bones,
Candy Corn, Twix, Candy Corn, Snickers, and, lest I
forget, Candy Corn. To top it all off: Candy Corn.
Apple-bobbing had been somewhat entertaining. After a
half hour of shoving, whining, pouting, and dragging,
Jubilee finally got Wolverine over to the tub. Even
then, she had to practically force his head down into
the bucket. But as he went down to retrieve an apple,
Bobby froze the water. Logan wasn’t quite quick enough
to withdraw and banged his nose on the ice, causing it
to bleed. Although his healing factor took care of it,
he wasn’t quite as forgiving as Bobby had hoped he
would be. Growling with rage and shouting profanities,
Logan unsheathed his claws and ran after Iceman. He
managed to dodge him and yelled for Jean to
telekinetically stop him. To make a long story short,
the fight ended with Jubilee’s jack-o-lantern being
used as a shield and getting a claw in the eye.
Another half hour was devoted to Logan trying to fix
it with tape and thumbtacks. He tried to cheer her up
by blaming Bobby and promising to make her another
jack-o-lantern. Jubilee ran to the kitchen and
returned with a pumpkin and watched as Logan carved a
new one, grumbling all the way.
As for costumes. Rogue had donned a princess outfit
and Gambit had chosen a vampire costume. Ororo had
dressed as a fairy. Jean and Scott had decided to be a
mouse and a clown. Actually, it was Bobby who
suggested it and Jean who seconded the motion. She
somehow managed to paint him a little red nose and
mouth. Beast put on a tuxedo and claimed that he was
Frank Sinatra. Professor Xavier had put on a white lab
coat and a gray frizzy wig and said that he was a
crazy scientist. Bobby later went up to Jubilee and
whispered, ‘Looks like his Rogaine is finally
working.’ She had to stifle her laughter behind a
handful of Candy Corn. Bobby himself and sprayed his
hair green and put on a Santa outfit and became The
Grinch that stole Christmas. He took an old Crayola
marker and put green ink on the apples of his cheeks,
his nose, and the area around his eyes. There was no
more ink left after that. Jubilee had found a tight
black suit, some blonde hair spray, and tipped some
wooden stakes with red paint. Jubilee a la Buffy.
After much persuasion, Jubilee finally convinced Logan
to dress up, although his costume wasn’t much of a
stretch: he was a werewolf.
Now, they were all curled up in various parts of the
room, some on the floor, some in chairs or on the
couch, others leaning against each other.
‘Oh! I know what to do! Bobby.’
‘What?’ Fear and delight crossed his face, wondering
if she had found the pencil shavings he had put in the
Candy Corn. True, this prank was below him, but he was
too tired and bored to think of anything else to do
combining both of them. But she hadn’t seen the
shavings.
‘Why did you choose to be The Grinch?’
‘Cause he’s cool. He took all the Whoville presents
and dumped them over the cliff.’
‘But he gave them back.’
‘Yeah, but I’m him before his heart grew and broke the
scale.’
‘Okaaay . . . Logan, what about you?’
‘Darlin’, you know I’m only doin’ this so I won’t
screw up yer party.’
‘Thanks, Wolvie, but be honest: my party sucks,
doesn’t it?’
There was a pause and then Jean said, ‘No, of course
not. You did a great job.’
Jubilee folded her knees up against her chest and
nestled her head on them. ‘I’m a complete
failure!’
‘Did you call me, Shug?’
‘What?’ Jubilee lifted her head up.
‘Ah thought you said mah name.’
‘I heard it, too Darlin’, but it ain’t Jubes.’
‘What was it?’
‘Listen.’ Wolverine sniffed the air. ‘Somethin’s here.
Something strange and different.’
‘Oh nooo . . . That’s it! This party is a
disaster! I suck!’
‘Don’t worry, Jubes. This ol’ canucklehead’ll find
it!’ *Snikt**Snikt*. He unsheathed his claws and
sniffed. ‘It ain’t far.’
‘Roooooooooooo!’
‘Oh, goddess . . . ‘
‘Scahhhhhhh . . . Roooooooooo! Rooooooooogue!’
‘Jean. Try and see if you can locate it.’
Jean put a hand to her forehead and closed her eyes.
‘I . . . sense something. Logan’s right. It’s very
near.’
‘It?’
‘Not quite human . . . or mutant,’ she added with a
pause.
‘Wolvie . . . ‘
‘It’s right outside the mansion!’ Jean’s eyes shot
open.
‘Outside the gates you mean, chere?’
‘Outside the door!’
‘Can you psi-scan it, Shug?’
‘I’m sorry, but I can’t. It either has a different
language or is more animal than man.’
‘Well, I fer one ain’t gonna let it get any closer!
I’m gonna beat the crap outta this thing!’
‘Gambit’s goin with ya, mon ami!’
With that, Logan, Remy, Jean, Jubilee, Ororo, Beast,
the Professor, Bobby, Rogue, and Scott all marched to
the door.
‘Rogue, Storm, I want you two to stay behind. It
obviously is after you and we can’t risk the chance of
you two being kidnapped.’
‘It wants you, too, Scotty!’ Rogue said. ‘You heard’
im! It said Scott.’
‘But I’m important! I’m the leader!’ Scott was
almost whining and Logan raised and eyebrow.
‘Well, I am also the leader and we cannot play into
this monster’s hands. You will have to stay behind
with us, Scott. If we stay, then it is only fitting
that you must stay as well.’
‘Fiiine . . . ‘ Scott was obviously disappointed. He
walked back with them.
‘Jubilee, you too. I don’t wantcha gettin’ hurt none.’
‘It’s my party and damned if I’m gonna let this
monster get away!’
‘Jubes, you watch yer mouth and get back there with Ro
and Rogue.’
Jubilee already had the door open.
‘Jubes! No!’
‘What the-’
‘Cool! It’s a-’
‘This is what I detected’! How embarrassing.’
Oh, my stars and garters . . . ‘
‘Mon dieu!’
Before them sat a small, wet, black cat. It was skinny
and had a bald patch behind the left ear and one eye
was bigger than the other. It was pacing around the
door yowling, but when it saw the group of X-Men, it
stood quiet and stared at them. The claws were too
long and its whiskers drooped. The paws were spread
out as if trying to unsuccessfully flatten itself to
the ground. All in all, it was pretty gross-looking.
‘Ohhh. It’s so sweet!’
‘WHAT’!’ Was the general reaction of the crowd.
Jubilee stooped to pick up the cat.
‘Jubilee! No!’ Jean yelled. But it was too late.
Jubilee was already cuddling the creature to her
chest.
‘Awww . . . poor li’l guy.’
‘Jubilee, honey, put . . . the cat . . . down.’
‘But he might escape!’
‘Get rid o’ de cat, petite. I don’ wan’ it anywhere
near me.’
‘Darlin’, get that ugly, little hairball outta here or
I’m gonna gut’ im!’
‘No! My party, my rules! This whole thing has
been a complete disasterand this cat is making
up for it! It just needs a home, like I did once.
Remember when we all first came?’
‘Jubilee, don’t insult us by comparing us with that
thing’
‘It probably already has a home,’ Jean lied.
‘Who’d want a sorry cat like that!’
‘BOBBY!’
‘Students, we should tell th others the cause of the
noise, I’m sure they’re all worried about us.’
Back in the midst of all the Candy Corn and Reese’s
peanut butter cups, Scott, Ororo, and Rogue were
devising a plan to attack the being at the door when
the group came in. Scott quickly brushed away the
candy they had set up as markers. He’d insisted on
ripping off a piece of Twizzler for himself. Beast had
been a green gummy bear, Bobby a warhead, Storm was a
fun-sized Twix (although we all know that fun-sized
means a Twix the size of Alaska, not a two inch excuse
for a candy bar), Rogue was a red gummy bear with a
bit of white icing on the top. The rest had been
undecided when they all came in.
Beast was frowning, Jean kept glancing down at
Jubilee, Gambit was flipping a card between his
fingers, Professor Xavier was grimly floating next to
the parade, Bobby was trying to distance himself from
Jubilee, Logan was eying something suspiciously in
Jubilee’s arms, and Jubilee herself was beaming with
joy.
‘Thank God! Jean, are you okay?’ Scott said and went
to his wife.
‘What about us?’
‘Ah, you’re fine. Whatever,’ he said. ‘What the hell
is that’! It looks like it came from the sewer!’
‘The newest addition to the X-Men!’ Jubilee cried.
‘Hell no!’
‘Scott is right, my dear friend. This animal may very
well be disease-ridden, infected with such diseases as
rabies, mange, and it may carry fleas.’
‘Huh?’
‘Oh, come on, Robert! I dumbed it down for your sake!’
‘Sorry.’
‘I’m not getting rid of it! It’s so cute!’ Jubilee cut
in.
‘Shug, I don’ know ‘bout this . . . ‘
‘Rooooooooogue!’ the cat yowled, baring a mouthful of
pointed teeth, as it was squeezed too tightly by
Jubilee.
‘What on Sam’s hill’! Logan! Kill it!’
‘With pleasure, Darlin’!’
*Snikt**Snikt*. He took a step toward the cat but
Jubilee swung it away with an angered look on her
face. The cat dug its nails into her arm but she
ignored the pain and shot a tiny spark, no stronger
than a static shock, at the cats ears. It took the
hint and let go with a growl.
‘No! He’s my kitty and you’re not gonna kill’ im!’
‘HSSSSSHHHH!’
‘Did you hear that’ It’s obviously vicious. We MUST
take it out of this mansion immediately. That’s an
order!’
‘Professor’ Storm?’ Jubilee looked around for help,
hoping to gain sympathy from the faces around her. She
found none.
Storm spoke and Jubilee felt a glimmer of hope, but it
quickly fled. ‘I don’t want to be anywhere near your
cat. It’s frightening.’
Finally the Professor sighed. ‘Will you take care of
it?’
‘Yes!’
‘Not keep it in a room with open closets or allow it
near ANY pair of shoes for over an hour with no escape
from the room?’
‘Uh-huh!’
‘Keep it far, far away from us’
‘ . . . Fine.’
‘Allow me to conduct experiments on it’ And not get
mad at me for using it for evil?’
‘Bobby!’
‘What’!’
Professor Xavier continued. ‘Then you may keep it.’
‘Yes!’ she shouted. ‘Thank you!’ She ran up to him an
gave him a hug, crushing the cat in between them. It
let out a loud yowl.
‘Roorooooooo!’
‘By the goddess!’ Ororo gasped.
The cat jumped from Jubilee’s arms and landed in the
Professor’s lap. It hissed and jumped down and sat in
a crouch at Jubilee’s feet. It puffed up its fur and
narrowed its eyes to dangerous, lemon-yellow slits. It
flipped its tail wildly.
‘Iccccccccce!’ it hissed. Or at least, it
sounded like ‘Ice’.
‘Good God!’
‘It’s just meowing and hissing!’
‘Iccccccccce!’ the black, furry mass screamed as
Jubilee’s arms drew neared to it and then, as it was
being lifted up into the air, it let out a yelp of
annoyance and pain. ‘Man!’
Bobby backed away farther with eyes wide open in fear.
Jubilee and the cat glared as she lovingly stroked its
bony head. The ears flattened and a deep growl escaped
from its throat. Jubilee ignored it and scratched the
bald patch behind its ear. When she realized where her
hand was, she shuddered and moved it to the right,
fuzzier ear. At the attention, the cat purred.
‘Ya know, black cats are bad luck. This cat’s gonna
bring us a lot of trouble.’
‘Leave my kitty alone! You guys have wanted nothing
more than to kill it or get it away as soon as it
came! Professor Xavier said I could keep him
and you have to listen to him!’ Jubilee’s
temper was rising as it seemed each and every person
had the same thing in mind for her precious pet: crush
kill destroy. Pouting, Jubilee stormed to the couch
and plopped down.
{What a perfect end to the evening.} she
thought sarcastically. As she was stroking her cat she
thought to it, {You need a name, don’t you’ How about
. . . }
{Jubilee’ Jubilee’}
{Wha?’ Huh’}
{Are you okay’ You seem to be lost in thought. What
are you thinking about’ You’re petting all the hair
off of your cat.}
Jubilee looked down and so a mass of shedding on her
hands and costume. A string of drool was connected the
cats mouth with her lap. She grimaced and shifted the
cat so as not to make a mark on her suit. She looked
over at Jean. She was smiling at her.
{Oh. Sorry. I was just trying to think up a name for
my cat and I think I may have come up with the perfect
name.}
{Why don’t you tell us’}
{I don’t think so.}
{Come on. We would all love to hear it.}
{I - oh, fine. I guess so.}
‘Uh, everyone’ I’ve found a name for the cat.’ They
all turned to look at her, understanding that now the
cat was staying for good. Or at least until one of
them managed to either disposed of it, Jubilee got
tired of it, Bobby involved it in a prank, or it got
on Wolverine’s nerves a little too often. A
mischievous glint hung in her eyes, very much the same
as the kind that they had seen in Bobby so many times
before. They were all slightly fearful, now knowing
that none of the latter would happen. It wasn’t
leaving. A delicate disappointment settled over the
group as the awaited the name.
‘Wolvie!’
‘NOOOOOOOOO!!!’ Wolverine howled in shame and in rage.
‘What’ I thought you’d be happy! I’m gonna name him
after you!’
‘Oh no yer not, kid!’
‘I think it’s a wonderful name, Jubilee.’
‘You stay outta this, Ro!’
‘It’s my cat! And it’s my rules! I’m sorry you don’t
like the name, but we’re all gonna have to deal with
there being two Wolvie’s from now on.’
‘Jean’ Am I in Hell’ Is this some nightmare’ WAKE ME
UP, DAMMIT!!!’ Scott was panicking.
‘I’m sorry, Scott, but you’re wide awake.’ Jean
Grey-Summers took his arm to comfort herself as well
as him.
‘I gotta go get me some more Candy Corn,’ Bobby said.
‘Bring Gambit back some alcohol.’
‘Remy, ya know it creeps me out when ya talk like yer
schizophrenic.’
‘Sorry, Rogue, i’s jus’ Gambit’s way.’
‘Quit it.’
‘Sorry. I got it outta my system now.’
‘Good.’
‘Come on, Wolvie. Let’s go to bed,’ Jubilee said
softly.
In the doorway, holding a popcorn bowl filled with
tiny orange, yellow, and white Candy Corn kernels and
holding a Bud Lite in his other hand, Bobby raised an
eyebrow and made a face, obviously disgusted by what
he had just heard. He started to say something but
decided it was too easy. There were too many
possibilities. How could he choose just one’
‘Ah, dammit,’ Logan lowered his hand and covered his
face with his hand. ‘Iceman, it’s not like that!’
Jubilee kissed the top of Wolverine’s head and carried
him up the stairs. Everyone cringed in disgust. The
tail flipped madly back and forth as if tempting them
to say anything. No one accepted the challenge.
Once in her room, Jubilee set down the cat on her bed
and put on her pajamas, not bothering to wash out the
blonde hair spray just yet.
‘I don’t care what they say! You’re the best
cat ever. I’m gonna make sure ya have a good home,
okay’ Don’t you worry. You’re safe with me,’ she
muttered to herself as she curled up into her bed. It
didn’t take long for her to fall asleep and when she
did, the cat was up and about.
Wolverine leapt from the bed onto the cold floor.
Roaming the room, it came across a pair of Jubilee’s
favorite tennis shoes. He ignored them and came across
the hair spray she had left lying on the ground.
Batting it around for a while, the top came off and
with one final swipe, the cat sprayed a golden streak
across the Nike logo. It didn’t get away unmarred,
however: the tail was tipped in gold.
Finding its way to Jubilee’s left over Halloween Candy
that wasn’t needed for the party. She had left a
Snickers bar unwrapped and he quickly devoured it.
Walking back towards the door, chocolate smeared on
his face, he began to make his grand escape. Placing
one paw upside-down under the door at the very corner
on the opposite side of the hinge, he began to tug.
Within moments, the door opened a crack and Wolverine
sat there, staring at it, for a few minutes, as if
expecting the door to continue opening by itself. To
Wolverine’s surprise, it didn’t. He walked over to the
shoe again and sniffed. Sneezing, he sat back.
‘God bless you,’ Jubilee murmured in her sleep,
totally oblivious to what was going on in her room.
Wolverine, Jr. looked at her and turned around to
leave.
He remembered that the door had refused to open so he
decided to help it along. Trying again, he managed to
get it open enough for him to slide through. To his
surprise, that final push was all it needed. It swung
all the way open and lightly tapped against the wall.
It calmly, proudly strode out of the room.
‘Yooooooooowww!’ Wolverine cried mournfully as soon as
it got a good distance away from Jubilee’s room. It
marched down the hall, crying like all Hell broke
loose. ‘Meowww! Roooooooooro! Scahhh! Rooooooooogue!’
Meanwhile, downstairs, Logan had decided that it was
time for him to go to bed, too. Scott soon followed
with Jean. As Logan made his way to his room, he was
greeted by a mournful yowling, as if straight from the
pits of Hell. He was on guard.
*Snikt**Snikt*. The claws popped out and feral
instincts came over him.
‘There’s more’n one way ta skin a cat,’ he muttered to
himself. And then louder, calling to the demonic cat,
‘Here kitty, kitty. Heeere, kitty, kitty.’
All of a sudden, a small black figure darted from one
side of the hallway to the other, almost spider-like.
The sudden movement caught Logan off-guard. He jumped
and struck his knee against a hallway table and
shouted a string of profanities.
‘Whoa! Come ‘ere, Wolverine. Get yer ugly, hairy butt
over here.’
‘Talking to yourself again, Logan?’ Someone quipped
from behind him.
Logan whirled around angrily and found Cyclops.
‘Shuddup, Cyke. I’m tryin’ ta get the squirt’s damn
cat.’
Scott’s eyes dropped to the unsheathed Adamantium
claws. ‘Then why are your claws out?’
*Snikt**Snikt*. ‘He pissed me off.’
‘There he is!’ Scott leapt at the cat and banged his
hand against the wall. ‘Sonuva-!’
‘Turn on th’ damn light, One-eye,’ Logan ordered. The
hallway was soon filled with white and yellow light.
Wolverine, Jr. darted down the hallway, followed by
the original Wolverine, Sr. and Cyclops. Cornering it
under a hallway table, Cyclops reached out and took it
by the scruff of its skinny neck.
‘Thought you could get away, didn’tcha?’ he smiled at
Wolverine, Jr..
‘Ssscccaaahhh!’ it hissed, as if to retaliate his
insult. He swiped a razor-sharp clawed paw at his face
but shocked himself by realizing that his paw was too
short to reach that far .
The scream caught him off guard and so did the paw
which swiped at his face. Scott dropped the cat to the
floor, then immediately berated himself immediately
for his move. It took off down the hall again.
‘What the hell did ya do that fer’! We had’ im!’
‘I’m sorry. Jean’s in our room. I’ll go get her too
track him.’
‘You go get Red, and I’ll go get that cat.’ Wolverine
took off after the cat. *Snikt**Snikt*. Soon he was
within sight of the black ball of hair.
‘Rrow!’ he heard in the distance. Logan recognized the
tone in its voice. It was ready to attack.
‘Not this time, bub!’
The cat was crouched in an attacking position. So was
Wolverine. The cat, however, launched itself first,
digging its claws into his chest. He tried to knock it
off, but his claws only got in the way. He struggled
to get them out of the way but it was too late. The
cat was soon a mess.
‘Oh, my God. What have I done?’ *Snikt**Snikt*.
A small whimper escaped from the shaved cat’s throat.
If it had looked gross before, now it was hideous:
both sides were completely shaved. The rest of the
hair lay at its sides in a heap. The cat looked
ashamed, as if it knew that it was naked. Quickly
coming to its wits again, it latched its teeth onto
Logan’s shin. Logan cried out in pain as the tiny
teeth sank in and acting on impulse, kicked as hard as
he could. The cat went flying into the darkness with a
loud ‘Mmmmooowww!’ There was a soft thud in the
distance.
‘Jubes is gon’ kill me.’ He slowly walked towards the
thud.
What he found surprised even him: the cat had once
more pulled himself up into a fighting position.
Nevertheless, it was cowering against the wall. It
hissed once more as he came towards it. ‘Iccccccccce!’
‘Shuddup.’ Logan lifted it by the scruff of the neck
and peered into its pointed face.
‘Maaa-aaan!’
‘I said shuddup!’ Instinctively, he popped a claw.
Instantly, he regretted his move, knowing that Jubilee
would definitely be mad this time. The top of
the cats head was bald. Feeling a slight chill, the
cat squeaked and shivered. ‘She’s gon’ be
pissed.’
‘Wolvie?’
Wolverine whirled around to find that a sleepy-eyed
Jubilee had snuck up on him. She stood there in her
pajamas rubbing an eye with a clenched fist. She
dropped her hands and widened her eyes as she realized
that he held her precious cat.
‘Wolvie, Jr.’ Wolverine, what’s going on?’ It took a
few moments, but she noticed what had happened to
Wolvie, Jr. ‘Wolvie’s bald!!!’
‘Mew.’
‘Jubes, I swear, I didn’t mean, too.’
‘Logan, you shaved a cat. How on Earth could
you not mean to’!’
‘Jubilee! Are you okay?’ It was Jean, followed by
Scott, and then later, Beast, Gambit, Rogue, Storm,
and the rest.
‘Wolvie shaved Wolvie!’
‘Logan shaved’ Thank the Bright Lady, I thought I’d
never see the day.’
‘I’m jus’ gonna pretend I didn’t hear that, Ro.’
‘Oh, my stars and garters.’
‘Gotta admit, Logan. I’m impressed. And a little
jealous. How’d ya get at Wolverine to shave him?’
Bobby remarked, surprised that Logan had gotten to the
cat before he did.
‘It snuck outta Jubes’s room. I was tryin’ ta catch’
im. It was an accident. I swear ta God.’
‘Look at him!’ Jubilee’s anger was rising and she was
beginning to make vast gesticulations with her hands.
‘How is thatan accident’!’
‘Ya gotta believe me. I didn’t do this fer my own
pleasure. I don’ go ‘round shavin’ ol’ mangy cats fer
th’ helluvit!’
Jubilee was quiet for a moment and then approached him
and took the cat from his outstretched hand. She
gently petted the skin of the hideous creature in her
arms with a quivering hand and grimaced. She looked up
to forced sympathetic looks from her friends. ‘This is
nasty.’
‘His fur will grow back. He still has his tail,
stomach, neck, and face left. His legs are still
furry.’ Jean was unsuccessful in comforting the teen.
‘Hmmm. My word. He reminds me of a Gregorian monk from
days of old,’ remarked Beast, taking a closer look at
Wolvie, Jr.
‘I don’t want him to be a monk! I want him to have
fur! He looks creepy!’ She stroked his
head again, but this time didn’t shudder. ‘Well, he
doesn’t look that gross anymore.’
Bobby had to bite back his tongue from saying
anything.
‘Come on, Wolvie. Let’s get back in bed.’
They all looked at Wolverine with startled glances.
‘The cat! Dammit!’
‘Remmmow!’
-The End-
