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Mr. McCoy and Tuni talk science and stars for hours.

But within the lounge,.... Things were not going so well.
Scott was forced to sweep up the "protection circle" and straighten up the lounge to the way it was. The brim of his hat, now around his neck. He swept long and disapointedly. Jean was on the phone with someone unknown. The faculty still circled around him.

ANNE-MARIE: And after that, you can think of a gift to ge' fo' tuni, fu'r apology!

SCOTT: What?!? Look, I'll apologize, but opening up my wallet to do so?

The circled crowd started craking their knuncles and making fist.

LOGAN: I'll hold him down an' one of ya get his wallet.

SCOTT: Your all a bunch of Benadict Arnolds! Mutany! See! She IS from hell... Making us turn against one another. Seducing hank. Professor...

XAVIER: Scott... Calm down...

SCOTT: Oh dear, lord! She's gotten to you, too!

Scott drops the broom and rushes the professor. He wraps his arms around xavier and presses his lips against his ear. Scott takes in a deep breath.

SCOTT: GET OUTTA THERE!!! SHE-DEMON!!!

Professor Xavier nods his head. He places a hand on Scott's head, tightly closes his eyes. Scott falls asleep, via Xavier mind abilities. Scott falls to the floor like a bag full of bowling balls. On his belly and face to the side, logan reaches for his wallet in his back pocket. Anne-Marie snatches it away.

Anne-Marie Picks threw his wallet and takes out 200 dollars, but pockets 50.

ANNE MARIE: I think that 150 dollars should be tastful.

Anne-Marie drops the wallet on scotts back. Logan Picks him up, his wallet, and start upstairs with him.

JEAN: No, doctor Willis... Yes, doctor, but... of course I'm still married to him... N-... (SIGH)... Well... Lunch would be fine...

2 DAYS LATER

Mr. McCoy and Tuni were sitting in the lounge by the doors, at a small round table. They had blue prints and notes for telescope making. They were going over their plans, when out of nowhere a meduim sized gift box, witha red bow, comes slamming onto the table. Mr. McCoy and Tuni both jump. They look at the box and then see hands holding the sides of the box.
It was aangry looking scott, with a particually sour look on his face. Frowning with lowered eyebrows.

SCOTT: I'm sorrrriiiieeeeeeeeeeee........................

Tuni looks down at the gift. Mr. McCoy adjusts his glasses, looking on at the glasses.

TUNI: Well... Umm... Than-

SCOTT: your welcome....

Scott tares away from the table. He shoves his hands into his pockets, and then throws himself into the farest end of the couch.

MR.MCCOY: That's the best that your going to get out of him for a while... Or never... My dear.

TUNI: Umm... o.k. I wonder what it is?

Tuni unraviels the gift. To her delight she finds a shiny new art set. It had paints and color pecils, and even her initals engraved into it.

TUNI: Oh my, goodness! Look at it mista McCoy!

MR.MCCOY: Very nice, dear.

Mr. McCoy looks at scott and gives him a "thumbs up" and then laces his fingers as he turns his head to tuni. Tuni hugs the art kit. She then rises from her chair and rushes scott, with art kit in arms. Tuni Bounches on the couch, still holding the art kit, as she leans over to scott and kisses him on the cheek.

TUNI: How did you know?!

SCOTT: I had helllppp... glad you like it...

TUNI: Well I already have one from Mista McCoy, and it would not only be innapropraite to have 2 of the same gifts from such handsome men, but from a married man. So I'll donate it the the Xavier schools, Special needs program, under your name. As a double gift, from you, to me, from you, to the remedial children, love uncle scott and auntie tuni!

SCOTT: WHAT!?!

TUNI: oh, golly, thanks anyway!

Tuni rushes down the hall, with art set in arms. Scott watches on. His hands shoot out of his pants pockets. He buries his face in his hands. Then scott raises his face.

SCOTT: My pay got docked and my wallet pillferd so that demon cat could donate shit to the school?!

Ororo(STORM), walks over, with hands on hips.

ORORO: She's a nice girl.

SCOTT: Yeah, ororo, tell that to kurt! He went to the vatican for real. He told me to watch her and anoite the house. You think I woke up this way?!

ORORO: You Americans and your westrn beliefs!

SCOTT: He's european! And Kurt refused to come into this establishment again, until Tuni and Hank are both Baptized and the video of it sent to Fuck-damn-rome!

ORORO: DON'T You talk to me, that way!

MR.MCCOY: Yes scott, apologize to Miss Monroe! Now!

SCOTT: Oh, more forced apologies, huh?!

ORORO: So you did not mean it, then! And you willnot talk down to me!

SCOTT: Whatever... where's jean...

ORORO: Talking with a colleage...

SCOTT: It's been five hours! Where did she go?!

ORORO: That is her business...

Scott stands up and gets very close to Ororo.

SCOTT: My wife, my business!!!

MR.MCCOY: Do you really want to be electricuted, scott.

ORORO: It is alright, hank. I got it.

SCOTT: No one is talking to you, interloper.

Mr. McCoy rushes away from the table and stands next to scott. His face very close to his.

MR.MCCOY: Big words, coming from such a shallow mind!

SCOTT: Back off hank...!

MR.MCCOY: Not until you apologize to Miss Monroe.

MEANWHILE:

Tuni was in the special ed class, watching the students of various ages, enjoy their new art kit. All of a sudden, she and the other class members jumped and looked toward the window. They heard a loud crackling sound like lightening or thunder. Tuni helped to calm some of the students down.

GIRL: Ororo make scott go, light-fire, because he say bad things.

TUNI: Wha--no, umm that was just lightening an-

The teacher comes over and taps tuni on the shoulder. Tuni and the teacher walks over to the teachers desk.

TEACHER: Sometimes that girl can see things. And I really do not think that she belongs in here.

TUNI: Oh! O.k. Oh... oh, no... Umm... I-I need to go.

Tuni runs out of the classroom and down the hall going back towards the lounge.
Mr.McCoy puts the smoking body of Scott Summers on his shoulder. He Holds him with one arm as his other hand rest on his hip. Mr. McCoy looks on at Ororo. Her eyes coming back to blue from being whited over, feet touching the ground and hair going down.
Ororo sees tuni running up the hallway threw some windows.

ORORO: What are we going to tell her? That he licked a power outlet? She may beleive that.

MR.MCCOY: (SIGH), No, no... Lets just tell her the truth.

Tuni comes into the lounge. The three start talking. Tuni gasps and after a while starts to nerviously laugh, and then they find humour in the situalation.

THE END.

Special Dedication To EDD GOURD: 1988-2012

His spirit helped me to copy this from my nitebook all the way into 5:30 in the morning. Thanks Edd. I'll open a cold one (COKE) for you.

Well you've done it again! You've wasted another 30 minutes or so of your life reading my story.
THANK YOU!!!

NEXT TITLE : CHAPTER #3

"AS PURE AS THE WIND DRIVEN SNOW"

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SCOTT: And she made a TIME Portal, with Atari parts and static toys, man!

Mr. McCoy quickly turns to tuni, with a wide-eyed excitement and fear. His hands reaching for her, but then dropping like bricks into water. Mr. McCoy's mouth agape.

MR.MCCOY: WHA-WHAT!?! tuniiieeeee!!!

TUNI: It was too unstable. It's gone now. I flet bad for using your rare violin strings. I didn't know until a week or so ago that they were vintage. I payed for them. I knew that they used gold back then so that's what I payed with.

SCOTT: That she made with bicycle oil and a rock garden kit!

JEAN: Oh scott, please...

SCOTT: Unholy alchemy and paegan sorceress!

TUNI: But what about the Scarlet Witch?!

SCOTT: Oh, I don't deal much with her ass either! Luckly what I did learn from her was a easy protection chant, that I have been performing tonight.

TUNI: Well someone needs a nap.

SCOTT: Not while you roam the halls of this once great establishment. Sowing your seeds of satan!

MR.MCCOY: Scott...

SCOTT: Shes' laying her unholy seeds in these grounds and pl-planting shady trees for belzubub and his conhorts!

LOGAN: Oh, come on, man...

SCOTT: NO! How is it that a girl that has not even read a book inside of a college, noneless even have a high school dipolma or GED make something like that?! And for her just to "land" here. And be all chubby with one of the worlds most smartest men?!

LOGAN: Hmm... true...

Logan tries to start calling the vatican again for a exorcist, this time. Mr. McCoy starts doing an equation within his head. He then forgets himself and starts scribbling on the walls and the roof.

10 minutes later

Mr. McCoy finds himself on the roof of the lounge. The candles that scott lit, halfway down. And he was still sitting in the circle. Upside down Mr. McCoy, finalized threw his equations that tuni had a natural spark and drive to complete things and was somewhat of a prodigy, first level. Like a damp sponge that could still asorb lots of water... Even if it did not seem so.

MR.MCCOY: Well, alright...

Mr. McCoy nods his head and takes ahold of his chin lightly stroking it. He then looks down at the lounge and sees no tuni.

MR. MCCOY: Tuni...? Tuni?

Mr. McCoy jumps down, to his feet onto the lounge. He look around somemore and still does not see her. He then turns and sees the patio door opened. Mr. McCoy walks a few steps and finds tuni sitting under the tree he'd put her up in,(see chapter one!). He sighs, putting his hands into his pockets. He then turns to scott and looks down at his.

MR.MCCOY: You hurt her feelings, dammit...

SCOTT: Do not fall for her tricks! she is just trying to intice you into her web.

MR.MCCOY: So for a girl to like and/or admire me she etheir has to be a spy or from hell?

The room gets unconfortable quiet. Scott slight turned his head away momentarally. Scott turned his head back and was about to say something to him. Mr. McCoy shook his head and started to turn away.

MR.MCCOY: Your two-for-two tonight on hurting feelings my friend. Next time keep your opinions to yourself.

SCOTT: Don't go to far into that garden.

Mr. McCoy shakes his head again as he leaves the lounge. The group left in the lounge surround scott. They look down at him, some with their arms crossed and others with tightend fist. Scott look around the group incircling him.

SCOTT: shit...

MEANWHILE:

Mr. McCoy went upto the tree. The night sky was darker than any coal that you could think of. But the stars were like bright and sparkling like diamonds under lights. He walked past her and went for about 0 feet. Then stopped.

MR.MCCOY: Next time I'll be your assisstant! Alright?

TUNI: There isn't gonna be a next time. I'm an embarressment. It's cool that scott thinks that I'm from satans bubbling scrotum-

MR.MCCOY: Oh, my stars and garters.-

TUNI: But he's right. No I did not graduate high school and I'm going tomwork on that after I get my head back together. So maybe... until then... I'll put up my science robe...

MR.MCCOY: You know, dear... there is alot of things that I have thought about you. But a quitter, I did not.

Tuni turns her head to Mr. McCoy. She then quickly turns it away and folds her arms, raising her knees to her chest, then resting her head on her folded arms, as they lay on her upward bent knees. Facing away from him.
The breeze wrapping under Mr. McCoys white labcoat. His hands in his pants pockets. He then takes off his glasses, rubbing his eyes, with both hands. Mr. McCoy starts wiping his glasses, in a circular motion, thumb and fingers, with his lab coat. He then Looks down at the glasses and then forward toward the forest in the night. He takes in a deep breath and sighs.

MR.MCCOY: That would be too easy... And in this field you get alot of ridicule. Some even believe that Albert Einstein theory of relativity is unproven and baseless. And I have had my share of debate with researchers and scientific minds. Your special, but unfortunately not that special not to receive rediculous ridicule from even your friends.

TUNI: You argued with-

MR.MCCOY: On more than one occassion. Tuni... just because we are friends, does not mean, that we do not have our differences. i do not know what you saw or read about us in your old world, my dear, but even here it is not all peaches and cream.

TUNI: I know... I just thought you would have it easier because you have known each other longer and

MR.MCCOY: NOPE! But at the end of the day, or a few days afterwards, we are (CHUCKLES), Usually... Friends again... usually...

Mr. McCoy replaces his glasses onto his face with one hand as the other hand goes into pants pocket. He then turns, walks upto the tree and sits down next to her. Tuni unwinds her body. her arms drop to her sides. She looks at her wise friend. She stretches her legs and lays her palms in the night grass.
A breeze blows between them connecting their stare. Mr. McCoy breaks the silence with a lite laugh.

MR.MCCOY: And, tuni... the thing about the "bubbling scrotum", what ever that language that was, most likey from hell, (Chuckles), or earthly, tune it down... Your much too smart and attractive for such... words... I think... You Have a very unique way of words, dear.

TUNI: So I'm attractive...

MR.MCCOY: (SIGH), yes... Yes you are... I think me having to beat up two kings, one being from atlantis and a wind diamension would answer that.

TUNI: Ohhhh... (Chuckles and Giggles).

MR.MCCOY: Your smart... very much so... sensitive, attractive and very talented in the arts. very engaging and charming.

TUNI: Don't forget loyal, Sempi.

MR.MCCOY: That should of been first!

They both laugh and sigh. Then Mr. McCoy and tuni go into one of their famous long stares. They just look at each other without saying a word. As if trying to read one anothers souls. Tuni breaks the silence by turning her head and torso away. She then falls gently onto Mr. McCoys chest. She folds her arms, looking up at the stars. Mr. Mccoy looks down at her, then at the stars. Tuni takes his arms and wraps them around her. she snuggles into Mr. McCoys chest.

TUNI: Is that what you look for in a friend and/or in a... Woman?

Mr. McCoys eyes dart around. He then lands his eyes on tuni. Her eyes fixated on the stars. He then looks forward, clearing his troat and swallowing hard.

MR.MCCOY: Well there all goo-good qualities-bu-

TUNI: Good to know... at least I engage that mind of yours in known and unknown ways...

Tuni devilishy locking her eyes with his, when he went to look down at her. She then rolls down his chest, to his folded leg, laying her head down. Tuni folds one arm around he torso, as the other points upward at the stars. There eyes meet again. Mr. McCoy takes off tuni's glasses and puts them folded into his top labcoat pocket. He then puts one arm around her torso and the other braces his body.

TUNI: Maybe we can make a telescope...

MR.MCCOY: I'll clear my schedule for that endevor...

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MR.MCCOY: Scott... sit down... lets talk about this... Now, what did tuni do, to cause... this

Scott snaps his head to the middle of the room. He then rushes over and starts moving the furniture to the sides of the room. Scott takes some of the salts he had and starts making a circle of protection. He makes a pentagram and other religious symbols within this circle.

Everyone in the room looks on at him in silence and slowly walk over to him. then they stop and look around at each other. Scott then sits within the center of the circle and starts mumbling a incantation. Scott claps his hands together three times and then presses them together in prayer.
Jean's eyes widen. She then pushes away Mr. McCoy and looks on at him angerly.

JEAN: OH MY, GOD!!! HANK!!!

MR.MCCOY: I-I swear I shall get to the bottom of this! I-I

Suddenly a cool, light, sharp breeze filled the room in a line around the faces and shoulders of the occupants of the lounge. Everyone turns there heads and sees one of the lounge doors open but no one there. Everyone looks at the door.

TUNI: Hey everybody!!!

The room jumped and gasped. Tuni then pulled in a covered kart with something ontop of it also covered. Tuni was wearing regular clothing, except for a long white lab coat and glasses that Mr. McCoy had given her the very first day she had... Landed in the school.

SCOTT: something wicked this way comes...

TUNI: Oh and thanks alot scott for the help.

MR.MCCOY: Tuni! What is going on here?!

TUNI: He said that he was going to make sure that everone was "o.k.". then told me to wait in the garage so that he could "help me to rest" or whatever he meant. I thought he meant that I was working too hard. So I just got tired of waiting and came any-... whoa... what's the situation over there.
Tuni chuckles. Mr. McCoys eyelids flutter and he takes in a very deep breath. His eyes close tight and Mr. McCoy lightly and as calmly as he could, rest his hands on tuni's shoulders. He takes one of his hands and slightly lowers his glasses and his head. Mr. McCoy looks at tuni threw the tops of his eyes with a tightend jaw.

JEAN: He's terrified! What did you do to him!

TUNI: Oh, that? He's such a big baby.

JEAN: WHAT?!

TUNI: Well he said originally that he wanted to help me with my experiments but I had limited resources because of my location on developmental research. So with my many combinations of "kiddie" science kits and the like that was of wide selection at different Toys"r"us"es' I really had to use my imagination and thinking process. Not my full abilities.
So therefore, scott started to get scared of my natural ability to make things "work" in a way that might seem impossiblw without supernatural abilities.

JEAN: So why is he so... So... this way?!

SCOTT: When you see mixed with kenectic toys baked within a easy bake oven cool off and turn alive... you will question the possibilities of living and hell...!

JEAN: What?!

TUNI: SHH! ...It's a suprize you fillped out goose!

MR.MCCOY: Tuni...-

Tuni reaches into her labcoat and pulls out a rubix cube. Mr. McCoy adjust his glasses, with one hand. He takes theothe hand of tuni's shoulder and opens his palm to receive it. Tuni drops it into his hand. He looks it over turning the cube witin his hand. Mr. McCoy slightly cocks his head and looks at tuni, holding the cube close to his side.

MR.MCCOY: You've made scott mentally ill with a rubix cube...? Oh, dear lord.

TUNI: Mentally Ill? What?! NO! Well I don't know about all of that but that is only the controls.

MR.MCCOY: Controls?!

Tuni walks over to the covered invention and unveils it in dramatic fevor. She reveils an oversized gumball shell around 3 feet round. It had all sorts of power cords of different sizes drilled into it and welded mostly to the side. The cords went under the kart, which had an open playstation and computer modem also saudered together blinking and beeping.
The Gumball dome had a diagram that seemed like a grassy plain, with water and little bushes. A light bulb, drilled into the top of the dome rounded off the strange looking invention.
Tuni took the cube from a curious Mr. McCoy and pressed the center, blue square. Suddenly the light turned on and the globe shinned... with life. There were dinosaurs, flowing lakes and even an blue atmosphere with clouds. Mr. McCoy adjust his glasses and moves in closer to tuni's machine in sheer curiousty and slight shock.

MR.MCCOY: Oh, dear lord...

TUNI: I decided to do a diarama on evolution with holographic and basic robotic science. And it was kind of hard to pick which theory of evolution to choose. So I just started at the Triassic era of the Mesazoic Era.

MR.MCCOY: O... k...

TUNI: Kawaii huh?!

MR.MCCOY: The end of the world... Thy name be Tuni peace and McCoy.

TUNI: I thought that you were kidding or trying to etheir hurt my feelings or discourage me and I started to get delightfully pissed. But then after working with the materials I realized that you were trying to teach me a lesson. That science could be found anywhere and that if I put my mind to it, like you said, that I might be able to dosomething scientific!

MR.MCCOY: uhh...

TUNI: (SNIFFLES) Thank you for believing in me...! I wa starting to think that you did not me anymore or was trying to shoo me away! But your a man of truth and kindness that is always loyal, thoughtful and sincere about educating others in such a cutting edge, intimate way that jogs the mind into progress and excellence.

MR.MCCOY: O.k...

TUNI: (SIGH), I admire you so, much.

Mr, McCoy lowers his head and scratches the nap of his neck. He then puts his hands into his pockets and slightly raises his head, looking at tuni's invention threw the tops of his eyes.
The invention shoed the different stages of evolution within the Mesazoic Era. From dinosaurs walking in grasses and forest, to the evolution of birds and man on earth. Tuni had twisted and turned the cube many ways until it was arranged back in the order of correct block colors. It would make Will Smith cry.
Tuni tossed away the rubix cube. Mr. McCoy caught it, slightly juggling it before getting ahold of it. Tuni walks over to the machine and presses a few buttons. A disc pops out of the souped-up playstation. She then walks over to Mr. McCoy and hands over the disc to him. He quicky takes it, putting both the cube and the disc within seperate pockets of his labcoat.

TUNI: That is the downloaded infomation and cryptic code for the program of the holograph and robotics that went into the machine. You most likey crack it within, like two seconds or something. I mean this is amature hour over here! Pshht...

Tuni sighs and chuckles. Mr. McCoy looks slightly upward as his head elevates. He raises his hand and puts it close to his chest, rubbing the tips of his fingers together.

MR.MCCOY: But... but it was Toys "r" us...

TUNI: You can disassemble it or what-have-you. Don't care. So third rate compared to what you could do.

Tuni rolls in the bottom of her lip. She balances herself by putting her hands in her pockets, rocking slightly back and forth, on her heels. Scott starts lighting five placed candles, put at the ends of the pentagram star, with a long, thin skewer like stick. Except for scott, whom was mumbling and lighting candles; the whole room was dumbfounded and frozen at tuni's remarkable abilities.

MR.MCCOY: Tu-tuni...

TUNI: I had difficulty calebraating the Sony codes with the HP computer modem codes and then organizing the systems to unify in ditilization of a holographic, electronic programming. But I solved that with using a single power source, which the machines both worked from and saudering wires to feed the infomation to the dome. Elementry, huh Mista

McCoy? Snores-ville!!! So sorry...

Mr. McCoy raises a hand and rest his chin on it. he slightly turns away from tuni and begins pondering.

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SCOTT: Would you rather her come here, and blow us up again?

Mr.McCoy looks into the distance as he leans over a counter. He sighs lowering his head. Mr. McCoy sighs and closes his eyes.

MR.MCCOY: Take her to toys"r"us or the like, my good, man.

Scott outs fisted hands onto his hips and cocks his head back. He nibbles his tounge in cheek. Scott nods, tapping his foot, thinking of a stragety for tuni. Mr. McCoy was blue in many ways.

Tuni was found in the lounge, typing away on a halographic computer that she made with her abilities. Reasearching and slightly cheating already. She was writing notes, when all of a sudden she feels a heavy bounch on the couch, which slightly makes her bouch also. It startles her. Tuni quickly poofs away the laptop and sharply turns around.

SCOTT: Hey loony Tune!

Scott says with a goofy wave and smile. Tuni grunts, rolls her eyes and sighs, as she sits up right to conversate with scott.
Scott crosses his legs and lays a arm down on the armrest. His other leg jitters as he looks at her trying to think of a way to convince him to shadow her. Then a toothy smile lines his face.
Tuni lowered one eyebrow and shook her head. She wondered why the men of this house were hansome, but with creepy smiles of death.

TUNI: (SIGH)... Scott... I'm actually busy and I might be going to the lab later, because-

SCOTT: No you don't! Hank asked me to be your... assisstant... for this scientifiv fling of yours. So I'll soffer you off campus to even better liabraries and... "sciencey"... stores...

TUNI: But ths lab has some of the worlds most state of the art-

SCOTT: Better places!!! (Chuckles).

TUNI: ...really...

Scott nods his head. Tuni sighs. Scott and tuni go into an okward stare of silence. Scott repositions his leg a few times, then scratches the back of his neck. With his head lowered, scott tells her;

SCOTT: Like, umm... toys'r'us... maybe... hmm?

TUNI: WHAT?!?

Scott strugs his shoulders.

SCOTT: th-they have... stuff there... I think...

Scott was not a telepath in any shape of the word. But he sore that he could feel and hear every curse word that was swimming within tuni.

SCOTT: Or umm... some electronic outlets or something, right?

Scott pops his head up with confidence and takes in a deep breath. Because he was about to "pass the buck".

SCOTT: Hey! Hank told me to take you there... so...

Tuni crosses her arms and looks wide-eyed at scott. Tuni's hair burns hotter than what jean could phantom with her abilities. So much so that scott was getting a tan.
tuni then takes a deep breath and calms down, going back to normal. She closes her eyes and turns her head away. She then turned her head back to scott.

TUNI: Oh, no, no, no, scott. I' am under Mr. McCoys care. I'm his ward. So if he wants me to go to Mc toys'r'us, then i'll get the happy science kiddie meal then.

SCOTT: Ahh...?

TUNI: All... of the supplies... And materials from the "store". And I'll wow his socks into glitter dancing, that would make a bat deaf!

Tuni hops off the couch and walks toward the door. Scott cocks his head back and shakes it in confusion.

SCOTT: ...what...?

He then rises from the couch and walks toward the door, knowing tuni was awaiting him.

SCOTT: No wonder why hank went apeshit the other day... Deaf bats? Glitter socks? Or was it dancing, I-I don't even know...

Scott escorts tuni. Scott comes around and opens the passenger door for tuni, like the gentleman that he was pretending to be toward her, for safety reasons. he then comes around and gets into the drivers part of the car. Still confused and worred about tuni's threatening of "glitter sock dancing", he reluctantly starts putting the ket in to turn on the car.
Scott then eyes logan.

SCOTT: *(INSIDE THOUGHTS---Tuni gets along better with logan. maybe he can take her. But he flirts her up so bad. Hank would find a way to kill him if something... hmm..)
Hey logan!

LOGAN: What bright eyes?

SCOTT: You wanna do me a favor?

LOGAN: no...

SCOTT: But it's about tuni, huh? I-

TUNI: Scott, come on! We're burning daylight.

SCOTT: ...dammit...

TUNI: Huh?

SCOTT: Your not going to blow us up again...? are you...?

TUNI: Oh god, no! Nothing boom plasty. Just the bejabbers of scientic fusion and awesome.

Scott turns his head with hands stuck on the steering wheel. He puts the key in finally and starts the engine. Scott blinks rappidly for a few seconds and then stops. He closes his eyes tightly, then realeases, opening them slowly.
His upper lip curled slight, head tilted slightly.

SCOTT: WHAT?! What was-you know what--nevermind... just...

TUNI: Hey scott... you ever thought about changing the color of your eye blast?

SCOTT: Wha- you better not even-

Tuni pulls out some measuring tools. Scott Looks forward and starts driving.

SCOTT: just think of it as a mission... hanks' your bro... school can't be repaired again...

TUNI: Purple might make you look metro-sexual... Might be good for your image... hmm.. you are my hired assisstant!

Tuni demonically giggles and chuckles.

Scott suddenly starts speeding toward the destination.

7 days later

Jean sits next to Mr. McCoy, along with the other faculty, awaiting tuni's scientific presentation of her invention.

JEAN: And he said he wants to go church more. We have neer really been that religious before, hank. Has he said anything... Something, to you?

MR.MCCOY: Not really, jean. Just that the things tuni has been doing without her abilities is as scary, and mind bogglingly-frightful "with" them.

JEAN: ...What did you make my husband DO!?!

MR.MCCOY: He offered!

JEAN: She's your ward, and-

Logan leans over the couch, where jean and Mr.McCoy was sitting. He turns his head to jean, looking her up and down.

LOGAN: Don't you worry, darlin'. If scott goes super nova and pops, I'll take care of ya.

JEAN: BACK OFF!

MR.MCCOY: Logan, jean is upset... just shoo...

Logan regretfully gets the point and goes over by anne-marie, (ROUGE), who was sitting at a table eating a full cherry-blueberry pie. Logan stands unconfortably close to her.

LOGAN: So what about you cornbread? You wanna go upstairs and do some "Ho-down"-"hootin nanny"?
Anne-Marie looks at logan threw the tops of her eyes. Logan puts his hands on his hips and looks on at marie.
Suddenly Anne-Marie extends her arm and punches logan. He goes flying over a table, with his legs from the top. Anne-marie lowers her arm and gets back to eating her pie.

SCOTT: Has she come yet!!!

Jean and Mr.McCoy arise from the couch and look on at scott. The rest of the room focuses their attention to him also.
Scott was dressed in the style of the famed moster/vampire hunter Van Helsing. a long brown trench coat and a wide floppy brimmed hat to match. He had rigged his eye visor with a side bending scope lense. Scott was also wearing all types of charms wrapped around his wrist, with braclet charms and multiple religious necklaces. They made clinging and chining noses as he moved.
He was also equiped with a utility belt with multiple pouches and holders that held korked covered tubes of oils and salts.
Logan walks up behind the shocked jean and Mr.McCoy. He removes his lit cigar from his mouth holding it close to this cheast. Logan looks on at scott slightly cock-eyed and confused.

LOGAN: what the fu... FINALLY!!!

Jean and Mr.McCoy jump at logan's reaction. They both slightly turn their heads to him.

LOGAN: Oh don't worry darlin'! I'll find the best lawyer sweetheart... Don't you worry!

Jean face starts to turn sad. Before it could fully turn so she buries her face in her raised hands. She was slightly crying. Mr.Mccoy puts a arm around her shoulders as his other hand rubbed her upper arm.

MR.MCCOY: Scott! Calm down! And where's Tuni?!

SCOTT: It is a new moon... yes... Not even the face of thee bonita la luna wishes to see such unholiness within this twilight. Look at how she turns away!

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Mr. McCoy comb's tuni's hair with his fingers. She turns to him and slightly blushes, with a smile. She then laces her fingers and hops slightly.

TUNI: So you find me attractive, then, huh?

MR.MCCOY: Well, my dear, I-ummm... umm...

Mr. McCoy freezes all bodily motions. He clears his troat and swallows. Then he begins a cold sweat. His other hand tightens in his pocket. Tuni takes the hand that was combing her hair and laces her fingers with his. She pulls Mr. mcCoys hand to her lips, kissing his palm and inhaling his essence. Tuni looks at him threw the tops of her eyes with great, intense, wanting intimacy.
Mr. McCoy stretches his mouth closed and gulps. He hated and loved when she did that to his hands. Because people were mostly afraid of his hands and the rest of his body. And for some reason it was incredibly sooving and loving. But due to her memory loss he did not full know her, so he also wanted to becarful with her.
Mr. McCoy bit his right inner cheek and blew heavily out of his nose. He then smacked his lips.

MR.MCCOY: You... Your a very lovely girl, young lady in many ways, tuni...

TUNI: Do you like tying me up? Secretly?

Mr. McCoy lowers his head and tightends his mouth again. His eyes shut as he adjust his glasses with his free hand.

TUNI: Wanting me close to you... For a deep subconcious sense of control, I suppose... hmm...?

Tuni playfully kisses his lower palm as soft as she could. Mr. McCoy swallows, replaces his hand into his pants pocket. His head rolls back with his eyes slightly closed. Tuni chuckles and releases his imprisoned hand from hers.
The truth of the matter is that she would want to be with no one else within the world or universe but him. So she teased him because she guessed and secretly hoped that he also had feelings for her also. Tuni was god awfully bashfull also but just loved being around Mr.McCoy, even if only as a lifetime admirer was enough to sustain her life. Even though they both did not know who she was fully. All she lived for in the place that she was in within this world was for Mr. McCoy's happiness. Oh and the rest of the xavier academy also...

So with that, Tuni turned away and left the lab with wonders of what "sciency" thing she was going to invent to impress the school. And also how she was going to do so without her abilities and if Mr. McCoy even flet a shredd of what she flet about him.

Mr. McCoy sighs and sits back into his chair, placing both hands into his pants pockets. He slouches and sighs, with his head leaning back on the headrest of the chair. His eyes looking calmly and lacidasical at the ceiling with mouth slightly agape. Mr. McCoy sighs.

MR.MCCOY: Confounded, girl... Dammed minx...

He says in a low tune. Scott summers walks into the lab. He sees Mr. McCoy literally in a slump. Scott pulls up a chair and sits across from his long time friend.

SCOTT: Tuni-itis, huh?

MR.MCCOY: Like you would not beleive...

SCOTT: Some biologist you are, fella. Can't even take care of a local epidemic... Hopefully wont turn global... (chuckles).

MR.MCCOY: Oh I might have several possibilities of vaccination of the "host body". All unethical I fear...

Scott laughs. Mr. McCoy rubs his tounge on his teeth, with mouth closed. He sighs and then sits up properly in the chair. Mr. McCoy claps his palms together, then rubbing them. He eagerly leans forward at scott, looking up at him threw the tops of his eyes.

MR.MCCOY: So what is the complication today? Please le it be complicated and exceedingly long... time consuming, ol' chap... please...

SCOTT: It's the X-Jet...-

MR.MCCOY: Ah! So-

SCOTT: Well it needs adjustments in the fuel injection pistons and realignment of the atmospheric pressure gauges.

Mr. McCoy lowers his brow and eyelids. He takes in a deep breath and holds it momentaraly. Lacing his fingers Mr. McCoy looks disapointingly at scott. Scott looks on at Mr. McCoy as the silence deepends. Both of their right legs begin to twitch and feet tapping. mr. McCoy waaiting for something else from summers.

SCOTT: ...what...?

MR.MCCOY: Is that all...?

SCOTT: Your conceited, man!

Mr. McCoy stands up and goes over to a test tube filled counter. He puts his hands into his lab coat. Scott turns his head to him. He then turns his chair around and sits in it backwards, resting his arms on the head of the chair. Scott rest his head on his arms looking at Mr. McCoy, continuing to shake his leg.

SCOTT: Come on, man... hank...

MR.MCCOY: I can literally do that, with my hands tied and one foot!

SCOTT: I think you have...

Mr. McCoy sighs and holds himself with one arm as the other hand pinches the bridge of his nose. He closes his eyes. Scott arises from the chair and stands next to Mr. McCoy. He crosses his arms, cocking his head back and nibbles his lower lip. Standing slightly wide-legged. Scott taps his foot and observes the damaged goods that was once his brillant friend.

SCOTT: For the sake of great alexander, hank... Don't tell me-

MR.MCCOY: (NODS HEAD) ...tuni... But you...-

SCOTT: What did she do, now? Please tell me that we can lock her up somewhere... please...

MR.MCCOY: Scott-

SCOTT: I've written down several locations and asked around. Bruce banner knows about containment, so we should go with his suggest-

MR.MCCOY: Scott... No...

Scott throws his arms down, rolls his neck and grunts in frustration. he then places a hand on the counter and the other one points a finger at Mr. McCoy.

SCOTT: Look, hank... you know that banshee is still looking for you...? We had to transfer him after coming back from europe!

MR.MCCOY: Oh dear, lord...!

SCOTT: The girls locker room, man? (chuckles) gezz... you're lucky that I was more forgiving... he said something about "shinelleh of justice up yer' arse", or something gaelic...

MR.MCCOY: More forgiv- By coming into my bathroom, while I was taking a shower and blasting me nearly into the plumbing?

SCOTT: Hey! that's what you get for wrapping shit around my head and visor!

MR.MCCOY: what about kissing jean...? Hmm...? Wrapping her soft pontial within my hand and forcing her forehead to my lips? Hmm?

SCOTT: We've talked about that, she's fine. But you also hurt the professor! Not cool, man!

MR.MCCOY: Oh, my stars and garters-

SCOTT: You know how valuable he is to this establishment. And to us as a team. To me as a leader... a kindly superior master of stragety and political elements.

MR.MCCOY: ...scott...

SCOTT: Something to admire and strive to be-

MR.MCCOY: SCOTT!

SCOTT: Why... I remember our first missions... So much to learn... A certain beauty in his planning...

MR.MCCOY: SCOTTTT!!!

SCOTT: Oh... umm... My mind wonderd... Just reminising...

MR.MCCOY: Like clock work...

Mr.McCoy taps his fingers on the counter. Scott sighs.

SCOTT: Stop being so hung up over "herrr", hank.

MR.MCCOY: No she turned my invention into something that has rainbow flatulance and befouls flower seeds!

SCOTT: Umm... o.k....?

MR.MCCOY: NO! No-k! How can that win anything?!

SCOTT: It was kinda unique. And she did include you...

MR.MCCOY: I suppose... But we may have another problem with her.

SCOTT: What is she going to blow up, now? Big ben?

Scott laughs. Mr.McCoys eyes dart around. He walks to a corner and crosses his arms. Mr. McCoy sighs, lowers his head and closes his eyes.

MR.MCCOY: if it is scientific, she may...

SCOTT: What are you talking about?

Mr.McCoy raises his head and opens his eyes. Cocking his head back, Mr. McCoy looks at the ceiling, adjusting his glasses. Then he folds his arms.

MR.MCCOY: I think that I might of caused the 2012 predictions of the end of times, scott. Tuni and science?

SCOTT: Don't worry, man... look... I'll watch her... i'll caddy her around and see that it's nothing explosive. Besides, this could be good for her to fill her days, with something to do, besides bounce all over you.

MR.MCCOY: I don't know...

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CHAOTIC KITTEN#2
A satire based on MARVELS(TM) X-MEN
By Tuni Peace

I'M SMART TOO!!!

We join Mr. McCoy two or so weeks after the lab explosion. Everything mostly repaired. They had moved Mr. McCoys... and tuni's.... Machine.... To a storage house on school grounds for later observation. Or so they thought.

Mr. McCoy, sitting in a office chair. He was slightly tilted back. The phone rings.

MR.MCCOY: Hello... Yes this is he...

Mr. McCoy pops stright like an arrow looking forward. Asorbing the person on-the-phone words. His eyes widen and mouth agape. His grip on the phone tightends.

MR.MCCOY: Your from what?!? That's impossible!!!

2 WEEKS LATER
Mr. McCoy finds himslef sitting in a chair, wearing a tux, a medal around his neck on an international stage. He put his hands over his face, under his glasses. Mr. McCoy was slightly huntched over in a strange combination of frightfulness, embaressment and prideful shock.
Others were there also sitting in a line on the stage with metals around their necks, looking more cheerful than the blue geneius. Even the tomboy tuni was suprizingly wearing a dress. She was slightly bowed over receiving a metal herself.

PRESENTER: to Miss Tuni Peace, For helping Dr. Henry Phillip McCoy engineer such a work of artisttic science! that the Nobel committie had to organize a new award branch! ARTISTIC SCIENCE! And you and Dr. McCoy are the very first recipients!!!

Tuni raises her head and shakes the king's and queens hand intertwined with both of hers.. then taking both of their hands individualy and forcing a "high five" from both of them. Mr. McCoy digs deeper into his hands for saftey.
the Xavier school faculty and a few high ranking students were their to see the presentation. Some old colleages from the Avengers, some old scientist Mr. McCoy knew for years from Brand and internationally. Reed richards, hank prym, all of his close friends and close working allies. they were all applauding.

MR.MCCOY: Oh, my stars and gathers... hank wake up...

KING: What a humble man!
The king applauds and waves his hand to the crowd to applaud even more. Then everyone got into a standing ovation. Tuni rushes Mr. McCoy wrapping her arms around his neck and shoulders. She lays a cheek against his.

TUNI: Oh Mr. McCoy we did it! I knew it was right to enter your repaired machine anyway! Your a hit!!!

MR.MCCOY: Is it over?

TUNI: Don't be so coy Mr. McCoy! Besides, this is going to be on the daily news tomorrow, so smile!

MR.MCCOY: O', dear lord...

He realized that the pixie demon---tuni---was right. He straightends up mostly and lowers one hand from his face. His othe hand adjusts his glasses. Mr. McCoy lowers his eyes and sighs. He then pats his knees and rest his palms on each other, crossing his legs. A smile makes its way to his face, by the grace of god. So many camera flashes. Mr. McCoy looks forward at the media

MR.MCCOY: Well tuni, this is the first time that I can ponder being embaressed scientifically on such grand scale... You really bring new things into my life, my dear.

TUNI: Oh, your welcome...-wait a minute... what...?

Mr. McCoy and company make it back to the states, bringing his engineering and sciences great fame and contracts. They follow the two week parade of talkshos, news networks, magazines and newspaper interviews. The fickle american public stops caring about this within the frame of time and mr. McCoy breathes a sigh of relief.
Mr. McCoy cut out a picture from a news report those weeks ago of tuni hugging him on the stage, with his hands on his face. He sighs and shakes his head at it. He framed it and put it on the large computer counter, in the lab. For some reason a chuckle comes from his soul.

TUNI: Sowhat are we doing today, doc?

Mr. McCoy nearly jumped out of his body. Tuni startled him. She was standing behind him, with her fingers laced behind her back. He quickly turned around to her and pointed at her sturned faced.

MR.MCCOY: TUNI! You know that you are suspended from the laboratory!

TUNI: Well I think that a Noble Artistic Science prize would be a key back in.

Mr. McCoy stood up, leaned over the counter of the labs computer. His palm on his forhead. He then stood stright and cocked his head back. Mr. McCoy's other hand bracing his body. His mouth goes agape.

MR.MCCOY: Oh, dear lord. Tuni... what would you possibly want to do in here in terms of science? And I still cannot beleive that we won a noble prize!

Mr. McCoy turns to tuni pointing at her again, with lowerd eyelids, and one inquisitive brow. His back slightly bent.

MR.MCCOY: ...you used mind control, did you not?

TUNI: WHAT! NOO!

Tuni jumped. She crossed her arms and turned away from her doubtful partner. Slightly pouting, she huffed and puffed.

TUNI: You should know that I do not quite know all of my mental abilities. And you act as if I do not have any brains!

Mr. McCoy sighs rolling his neck. He forces his hands into his "new", white, lab coat. His face stops at tuni's back. Her head turned sideways.

MR.MCCOY: Now my dear, girl. We all know how clever you are and extremly artistic... but science and the like is something... more challenging.

TUNI: And being artistic is a walk in the park? There is alot of reasearch and practice that goes along with it, you know!

Tuni turns to Mr. McCoy. Her arms still crossed. Mr. McCoy looks around and nods his head.

MR.MCCOY: Yes... unequivically true... just a different type... of study, my dear.

TUNI: Imagination is the mother and or father of invention., you know. And the same can be said of science. And your very artistic yourself.

MR.MCCOY: But I use art as a calming tool... does not seem to work as much as it used to... I do not really include it within my research or engineering.

TUNI: Well that's true also. But as an artist I can invent something grand. I did help us with this award. And what about leonardo da vinci? One of the worlds most ingeneious men! artist and inventor.

MR.MCCOY: Yes, and that proves how bright you are. I sketch ideas and draft, but no real artisticness to it except for the for it being able to work and the style of the product.

TUNI: Mr. McCoy, I'm not trying to combine art with science.-

MR.MCCOY: ...you already did... on the worlds biggest stage...

TUNI: ...o... Well you helped.

MR.MCCOY: Glad to be of service...

Tuni and Mr. McCoy have a okward stare. Tuni turns away and starts to leave. Mr. McCoy goes over to her and puts a hand on her shoulder. She stops and turns to him. Mr. McCoy sighs and looks at her calmy.

MR.MCCOY: Tuni... You can draw and draft things all day. But getting something to actually work is a different story. It takes years to just fly a spacecraft, none less build one with your own hands. I'm sure that you can do it. Just not today or even tomorrow... but with a beautiful, imaginative mind such as yours... very soon. Your as quick as a whip and sharp as a tack, girl.

TUNI: Give me a hug, hero...

They embrace. Then look at each other and slightly loosen their embrace. Tuni slides her hands into Mr.McCoy's lab coat pockets.

TUNI: What if I did a little sonething, something? Not really using my abilities, but research and theories? Hmm?

Mr.McCoy sighs, rolling his eyes, then laying his eyes on tuni. His foot making the rest of his body vibrate as he tapped it. Mr. McCoy then places his hands in his pants pockets.

MR.MCCOY: And you want to use the lab for you science games. Right dear, girl?

TUNI: It's not a game!

Tuni looks on at him disapointed and confused. She then lets go of him and turns away again.

TUNI: And NO! I do not NEED the use of this laboratory for my research and discovery! HMPTH!!

Mr. McCoy laughs and shakes. his eyes close. He then opens his eyes and sighs, stopping his laughter.

MR.MCCOY: Tuni...

TUNI: ...?...

MR.MCCOY: what ever you endeavor into... becareful my turtle dove...

TUNI: Mista' McCoy...

MR.MCCOY: Yes! My peach!

TUNI: Are turtle doves pretty?

MR.MCCOY: Very lovely, yes...-

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it kinda reminds me of "the lottery" where they had to kill someone for harvest or "the wicker man" nicolas cage ruined it. But the wicker man was better in that movie than in the old one.

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The recent passing of edd gourd and the world just might seeming to end in 2012 and your views of my story has inspired me.

I'll work harder to keep bringing funny stories besides "chaotic Kitten" and hopefully inspire some teen like edd inspired us.... and im 28 im like 5 years older than him.

So if we all make great stories maybe some young master will animate it and be in the shadows of edds world.

thank you for the views of my story and as i promised after 100 views im coming with the next chapter.... then after that i'll write something else random besides that series to show i'm not a one horse show.

god bless and lets buy a bmb shelter from the 2012 stuff.... i live in florida so.... its gonna be flooded according to some people....

i smell noahs ark....

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I'm glad that we are doing something.

i'll try to form the words into a poem soon and email it tom you. I'm pretty sure that you are going to be swamped....

I was also thinking that once a year that we can have a "edd day" like pico day. you know have it on his birthday?

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At 3/28/12 07:26 AM, TomFulp wrote: If you've seen the Artist News column this morning you already know the bad news; after a six year battle with cancer, Edd Gould, aka Eddsworld, passed away this weekend.

Only 23 years old, Edd had accomplished so much. He wasn't just one of NG's most popular contributors of all time, he was one of the most popular animators in the history of the Internet, with a huge following everywhere he went.

Edd's friends Tom and Matt have put together a video dedicated to Edd. Please take a moment to watch the video and then enjoy some of Edd's movies:
http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/527474
http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/547874
http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/575343
http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/492207
http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/447088
http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/466780
http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/416131
http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/474192
http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/557128
http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/382765
There are way too many great ones to list in one post. Check out Edd's movies page for nearly a decade of animation.

It's depressing to think about all the great movies Edd had yet to bring us but also totally inspiring that he accomplished so much in 23 short years. In less than a decade Edd achieved more than most people could dream of achieving in their entire lives. He also did it while being totally humble and kind the entire time. Edd was a truly amazing human being and we're gonna miss him greatly.

In the past week we've lost Randy Solem, Luccas Bode and now Edd. None of us knows how much time we have left so if you have a dream of your own, don't keep waiting for the right moment; the moment is now.

I think as newgrounds members that we should take a vote and see if we can't really figure out something to do with such a talented mins....

like martin luther king jr day...

maybe we can have special day for edd on his birthday.

we can make tribute flashes and stories and reply about him in forums and his art work. then it might go viral once a year.

but this year there shuld be some collaberation and i see that some people are trying to do a collab so thats good.

but i thnk that there shold be a edd day once a year on his birthday or something. kinda like pico day.

i vote "yea"

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At 3/28/12 08:44 AM, tyler2513 wrote: Randy Solem. Edd Gould. Davy Jones. I'm finally starting to see why 2012 in the end of the world.

Rest in peace Edd, your flashes were all time favorites of mine, I wish your family all the best.

o god man... dont say that................ freak out bomb!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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At 3/28/12 08:31 AM, Icesword553344 wrote: Newgrounds should start handing out the Gould Awards, dedicated to Edd. :o

i second that...

someone so young so funny?

but what would the catigory be and what would an animator or writer have to do to get it?

some bizzar humor or cutting edge thing? it would really be hard to follow.

so idk

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At 3/28/12 07:29 AM, Catoblepas wrote: Creators! Get creative!

yeah... its up to us as writers and artist to pull now and evolve... because there might never be a spot that will replace edd. but we have to be the students that become the teachers.

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At 3/28/12 07:26 AM, TomFulp wrote: If you've seen the Artist News column this morning you already know the bad news; after a six year battle with cancer, Edd Gould, aka Eddsworld, passed away this weekend.

Only 23 years old, Edd had accomplished so much. He wasn't just one of NG's most popular contributors of all time, he was one of the most popular animators in the history of the Internet, with a huge following everywhere he went.

Edd's friends Tom and Matt have put together a video dedicated to Edd. Please take a moment to watch the video and then enjoy some of Edd's movies:
http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/527474
http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/547874
http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/575343
http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/492207
http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/447088
http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/466780
http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/416131
http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/474192
http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/557128
http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/382765
There are way too many great ones to list in one post. Check out Edd's movies page for nearly a decade of animation.

It's depressing to think about all the great movies Edd had yet to bring us but also totally inspiring that he accomplished so much in 23 short years. In less than a decade Edd achieved more than most people could dream of achieving in their entire lives. He also did it while being totally humble and kind the entire time. Edd was a truly amazing human being and we're gonna miss him greatly.

In the past week we've lost Randy Solem, Luccas Bode and now Edd. None of us knows how much time we have left so if you have a dream of your own, don't keep waiting for the right moment; the moment is now.

this is insane....

i know this sounds crazy but i hope that it is just a aprils fool joke.

i mean it is just a few days to april fools.

but if it is not then im very sad and there is going to be a big edd shaped hole where my animation heart is.

so funny so unique. and i dont think someone would joke about dying from cancer, so i take that back before i get curse outs..

but damn..............damn damn damn....................

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At 3/18/12 01:30 PM, Coop wrote:

At 1 hour ago, liljim wrote: which would leave the inbox total with an incremented number for a message that's effectively become a ghost, if that makes any sense.

Perfect sense - the system has counted something and reported on that, though it has not been told to count again, so the error will remain until the user receives a new PM and the count is requested again.

Celx, I'll drop you a PM and hopefully, you're set to go again.

hey its your fav person again. yeah i have this prob too.
i cleared out everything and theres nothing in my sent or receiving inbox, both seem to be emptier than a baggy at woodstock.

the thing says i have 1 new message but nothing comes up. i have no deleted old messages, so i guess it is from a user that got deleted.

its kinda spooky, i got a very rude message from a user talking about another member so i deleted his message. i think it is what you said earlier about the person getting aressted--- i mean kicked off. because now im having "ghost" messages that has nothing there.

so the messages are etheir from that rude-hole or there is just something wrong with the system temporarly and i need the nice volinteer moderator <--------- not pointing at anyone..... to try to send me something..... in the mail.... yeah.... mail...

no, but for real my email here is jacked up, can ya drop something in the box to see the if it's wrench-able?.... pwleasezzzz? tootills!

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it says that i have one new message in the upper left corner and wheni click the little notification to go to my message mail, theres nothing there.

is it a glitch? do i have mail. i would like to read it if there is.

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wow over 60 views for "chaotic kitten" thanks guys. But theres no replys, tell me what ya think i hope the number grows over the weekend. if it reaches 100 i might add chapter two.

yes i have more chaos and chapters. even some side stores where they go to a old folks home.

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thank you for making things clearer. I think its easier that way. i dont want to seem like some spammer. embarresing

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Hi,

I just got threw writing my fan fic. CHAOTIC KITTEN.

Its an x-men fan fic.

Its kinda a manga comedy thing going on with morals of course. So can some of you review it and look out for it please. there will be more chapters if people like it.

http://www.newgrounds.com/bbs/topic/1298579

thanks.

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oh my goodness 36, thatss young god bless him and his work. may he rest in peace. and his work.

I know this sounds kinda morbid but if this happends again you should put a special place on the site for "passed away" artist.

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my pen name is tuni peace and I finished my first chapter of "Chaotic kitten". I like writing and a fan of heros not only x-men. Sometimes i'll even post serious poems but that might be rare. Hope you guys will check out my story.

I also draw but i do not have a scanner, so it willbe rare to see some illustrations but i'll try to get some up at kinkos or stamples or something.

PEACE!

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At 12 days ago, Coop wrote:

At 2 days ago, warror wrote: so interesting or no?

I've not seen anything to make it interesting in the first place - show us the writing, don't put a poor synopsis down to gauge interest, as that's more likely to drive people away.

We need to see what it looks like, otherwise we can't pass comment.

You're on unstable ground as it is, due to being a fanfiction, set with characters that aren't your own. Sure, using the world and coming up with new characters would be acceptable, because it's more original and you can get away with more poetic licence, as well as adding some of the mainstream characters in for flavour in the form of cameos, later on might help.

well i just finished writing the first chapter of it it's called chaotic kitten... Look out for it and give me the truth. I know not everyone will like it but it takes a long ass time to write so at least read the thing and thanks for doing so.

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SCOTT: So this is how your going to give her a lesson. With feathers andmath books, man?

MR.MCCOY: Do you know another way? Besides... she hates math... with a passion... And as a teacher of mathmatics I have a duty to at least try!

SCOTT: Deep shit, dude.

LOGAN: Hank I'm calling the vatican.

MR.MCCOY: For heavens sake, why ever for?

LOGAN: Because yer etheir a very good person or you don't like girls... Etheir way they'll accept you.

Mr. mcCoy sighs and chuckles.

MR.MCCOY: Can you please leave me to my borderline legal mathmatic torture?

The groupe leaves the room and stands the door up. Logan goes down the stairs trying to get in contact with the vatican. The others talk, giggle and gossip.

MR.MCCOY: Now that we covered checking the answers, hows about actually solving some figures, hmm?

TUNI: Oh, dear lord... take me now...

MR.MCCOY: Well? Or do I have to tickle your ears...

TUNI: Ah, go do a crossword in the new york times!

Mr. McCoy turns his head to tuni and slightly frowns. He lifts his hand slowly with feathers and floats his hand to her ears.

MR.MCCOY: ears it is then.

The soft feathery evilness of the feather flet like a KKK wizard being told not only that his already imbred children were not marrying each other. But that the son was marrying Jennifer Hutson and the daugther was Al Sharpton. Hopeless, dispair and spiraling saddness.

TUNI: AAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thank you for reading my story. Come back next time or tell me if you want there to be a next time. I'll give you a preview for curiousity.

CHAOTIC KITTEN CHAPTER #2: i'm smart too!!!

MR.MCCOY: I think that I might of started the 2012 predictions of the end of times scott. I mean, tuni and science?

SCOTT: Look, it might be good for her. You know she will be busy and away from you for a while and science has math in it. And if your so worry I'll shadow her.

Mr. McCoy walks over to the counter and stumps over it. He sighs and lowers his head.

MR.MCCOY: Take her to Toys"r"us or thelike, my good man.

What is this about tuni and science? How did this science thing start? And will scott most likey regret tagging along with her on this educational endevor?

All these questons and more answered (if you want it), in the next issue of CHAOTIC KITTEN.

P.S.

What does tuni look like?

5"8

mocha meduim skin like indian or sudanese.

Honey colored eyes

brown freckles

Shiny apple green hair, short cut in a cropped bob.

long arms and legs

hourglass figure but long curved back

round butt and rounded breast.

She walks barefoot or just in socks trying to imitate Mr.McCoy.

I'm an artist myself so i'll try to scan a image and post it. But in the mean time it would be kinda fun to see you guys try to have a go at her.

And my pen name happens to be TUNI PEACE. So PEACE!!!

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They heard all types of comotions and tiles breaking, metal bending.

JEAN: Oh, my goodness! Scott! Hank!

Jean was about to rush into the bathroom when Mr. McCoy came out holding scott up by the shirt collar. He had fashioned some tile and pipes around scotts closed visor. Scotts nose was bloodied and a few teeth chipped.

JEAN: SCOTT!!! HANK, NO!!! Oh scott...

Mr. McCoy dropped scott who was cursing worse than what I could write. Mr. McCoy took the rushing jean by her long non-stragitic pony tail. He then took her into his arms, leaning her off her feet, close to the floor. His face close to hers.

JEAN: Henry! Stop this!

MR.MCCOY: Kisca Ce. Sey la-vee, Moi cherie.

JEAN: Henry!

Mr. McCoy then kisses jean on the forehead and drops her to the floor. He then steps over jean and goes over to tuni. Tuni Points at scott, then jean, and thenn looks at the ever closer mr.McCoy. Mr. McCoy rubs his hands together and looks at tuni threw the tops of his eyes.

MR. MCCOY: Jean is like a sister to me... What can I say. And scott is like a brother to me.

Mr.McCoy turns his head at the still cursing and wiggling scott. He then looks back at tuni.

MR.MCCOY: What can I say...

TUNI: oh gosh...

MR.MCCOY: Your special my dear. So imagine what I'm going to do with you.

Tuni's eyes widen and she darts off again. Mr.McCoy puts his hands on his hips and chuckles.

MR.MCCOY: Oh, I love the hunt!

Mr. McCoy chases tuni down the hall. Jean made it to scott and telepathically lifted and pulled the tile and pipes off his cracked visor. She helped scott sit up and rubbed his back.

SCOTT: Thanks, babe. Are you alright?

JEAN: Yes but-

Suddenly scott noticed the professor crawling into his chair. Scott shoves jean aside and helps the professor into his chair. He kneals down next to the professor and dusts him off.

SCOTT: Are you alright professor?!

PROFESSOR: I've been through worse.

Logan comes out of the closet seeing that Mr.mcCoy and tuni darted off. Logan noticed jean on the floor and helped her to he feet.

LOGAN: You o.k. darlin'?

JEAN: Yeah, I think so-

Suddenly a red blast shoots logan into a hall table. Jean looks back at the smoldering logan, raising her hands to her mouth, then at scott,shocked and angerly.
Scott Slowly closes his visor and frowns. The professor looked at scott sturnly. he tapped his fingers and sighed.

PROFESSOR: That was not very nice.

SCOTT: long time coming.

PROFESSOR: What?

SCOTT: So, umm... what about hank...

PROFESSOR: Well in not so many words, tuni said that the balls of string may not have worked. So we may have to go to other plans.

SCOTT: Will it hurt him bad.

PROFESSOR: It should not.

SCOTT: Dammit... So whats the plan?

PROFESSOR: I was afraid of this... But it seems that he does not have full control of his functions. I would not wish this on any man, but... sterilization.

SCOTT: Whao! Dude!

LOGAN: Yeah, chuck, don' ya think that's a bit far?!

SCOTT: Where you come from, huh!?!

LOGAN: Oh, you mean that powderpuff blast of yer's! I was fine the whol' time. But still gonna kick yer ass fer' tha!

SCOTT: BRING IT!

PROFESSOR: Not now! (SIGH)... We can start by calling Ms. Reyles and Doctor strange for emergency surgery and getting some sleeping gas.

Scott looks on at the professor in loving awe. the professor rolls his eyes and sighs. The professor pats scotts head.

PROFESSOR: Such an eagar boy. i knew there was a reason why I kept you.

With that scott darts off. But Logan catchs the running scott by the back of the shirt. Scott stopped running and turned to logan and crossed his arms.

LOGAN: Hold it bright eyes.

SCOTT: Logan! I'm on a mission to calm down hank! And maybe ruff him up alittle. Why don't you go back into the hall closet!

LOGAN: Look, there are different ways of lookin' at this. And yer dammed right I was in the fuckin' closet! i'm not getting my leg eatin' again... shit...

SCOTT: Look logan I don't have time for your opinion right now-

PROFESSOR: Let us here what he has to say, scott.

SCOTT: Alright professor...

Logan looked at scott, lowered his head and lit a cigar. Scott put his hands on his hips and started tapping his foot. Logan Looked up at scott, then at jean. Jean strugged her shoulders. Logan shook his hean and looked down, taking a puff from his cigar.

LOGAN: Too easy. Look patton... What I'm tryin' to say is that there is a reason why hank went ape shit and started after that girl. Everyone and their cousins know that tuni has been perster'n the fuck out of him the whole freakin week. And with a body like that.... Aww, man! that guy should be captured in stone and candles lit for him in the vatican city.

SCOTT:(SIGH) So what are you suggesting, logan?

LOGAN: she's an adult... and he was chasing HER, not us. We got in his way and he did'nt kill us. So just let him... you know...

SCOTT: Leave tuni to hank?! The way he is now?!

JEAN: He does have a bit of a point. She has been all over him and we tried to warn her... So...

Scott looks over at jean in shock. Then at the professor. The professor lowered his head and then nodded. He sighed and took in a deep breath.

SCOTT: Professor...

Suddenly ororo and anne marie came running down the hall. they stopped at the professor out of breath.

ORORO: Professor! what is wrong with henry?! He tied my hair into a knot and spanked anne-marie, then giving her a weggie!

ANNE-MARIE: And he messed up the lounge chasin' tuni like cops and robbers!

PROFESSOR: Then what happend?!

ANNE-MARIE: Well then he caught her like the hell cat tha' she is an' took her kick'n and screaming upstairs.

Logan, jean and the professor sighed and moaned in discomfort. Suddenly they heard a long yell of "NO" coming from upstairs.

LOGAN: NO! No, it ain't fitt'n. I know she can more annoyin' than a popcorn kernel in the tooth, but my head would hurt toomuch that my beers wont fix if'in I don't at least try. I'm goin' up!

PROFESSOR: And I did not start this establishment to turn a blind eye toward things! lead the way, logan!

SCOTT: WHAT!?! But I'm the leader...

Scott sniffles and follows behind the group in a slump.

They made it up the stairs and found that tuni's bedroom door was barricaded. Logan Ran into the door a couple of times but it was firmly in place. Scott pushed logan aside and blew the door off with his eye blast. Feeling useful scott smiled and put his hands on his hips as everyone else rushed into the room.

PROFESSOR: Henry! Whatever you are doing to tuni stop it! It is not worth losing your standing and career-

But what they saw was not what they were expecting. Mr.McCoy was sitting at the edge of the bedat tuni's feet. He tied her up in five belts. She was on her belly and a math book in her face. Tuni was barefooted and Mr.McCoy was tickling her feet with feathers.
The group was left in shock and slight humour.

MR.MCCOY: What's up guys?

PROFESSOR: Henry?

TUNI: Oh, thank goodness... Professor! Help! He's torturing me with feathers and math... Math professor! MATH!!! the horror...

PROFESSOR: Is this what you have been upto all this time?

MR.MCCOY: What did you think I was going to do with her? She's my responsibility. Oh, my stars and garters.

The group darts their eyes around and chuckles uneasily.

MR.MCCOY: I should say another chapter and a few more tickles I should have my vengence. Right as rain, sir.

PROFESSOR: Well...umm... as long as... no one gets hurt...

TUNI: WHAT?! Professor...(panting), I never knew that feathers could hurt! Pleasezzzzz!!!

PROFESSOR: Oh, no, no, my dear. This is a place of education! And I think you need to learn a lesson in matters, respect and math!

TUNI: Not that! Please! Bott camp! Re-education in north korea, but not math!!! NOOoooo!!!

MR.MCCOY: Tuni, hush!

TUNI: Ahawwwwwww... Noooooo...

MR.MCCOY: Now what is the answer to question 12?

TUNI: Evil and farting mushrooms!

MR.MCCOY: (SIGH)... Language young lady... You know what happens!

Mr.McCoy tickles tuni with three feathers while holding down both feet down. Tuni wiggles and prys.

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Running over the ceiling, knocking ver hall items. Then tuni got another idea. She would head toward the liabrary. surely a man of the arts and sciences would calm within education and books. Right?

As luck would or would'nt have it, fellow x-man, kurt wagner a.k.a nightcrawler was doing some inventory in the liabrary. Flooshish kurt. Doing dutiful work for the academy, trying to arrage the books in a corresponing way for ease of research.
Tuni runs right for the books. She looks back and sees him reading a book even though he was still chasing her.

TUNI: Oh, oh good! Good! A book!

MR.MCCOY: First Skin the rabbit... then cut off the legs at the joints... hmm...

TUNI: Oh dear lord.

Mr. McCoy had the fortitude to place the book back in its proper spot when chasing tuni back around the cooking section.

TUNI: Oh, my god! KURT!

KURT: What?! TUNI!

Before he knew it kurt was pulled like the last condom in spring break, by tuni and dragged through the liabrary.

KURT: TUNIIEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeee!!!

TUNI: Kurt! I think that Mr. McCoy might be possessed by the devil!

KURT: WHAT!?!

TUNI: Bless the fuck out of him!

Tuni stopped running and literally threw kurt at Mr. McCoy. Mr. McCoy And kurt went into an entrapped rolling tumble on the liabrary floor. Kurt ended up on top of Mr. McCoy, in a squat on his chest. Kurt got his breath and pulled out his rosary. Kurt looks at Mr. McCoy and nods his head.

KURT: So our leibchen tuni brought some of her family members back with her from hell's fire to possess you?

MR.MCCOY: Kurt...KURT! N2O! Alloy cleaner-BOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMAAaahahahahahahaa-Marshmellows kurt... MARSHMELLOWS!!!

KURT: Well he is definetally posessed. Speaking in tongues.

TUNI: Oh, Mr. McCoy...

KURT: Not exactly latin though.

Suddenly Mr. McCoy bites away the rosary and kicks kurt off of him. Kurt goes flying toward some tables as Mr.McCoy runs toward him. Kurt poofs away and graps tuni. Kurt would of poofed away with tuni but for some unknown odd reason, it seemed tht the x-men abilites or any other mutant abilites did not work on her. He took tuni by the shoulders and looked deep into her eyes.

KURT: I don't have much time, but tuni, you need to

Mr. McCoy takes kurt by his tail pulling him away from tuni. He then hog ties kurt with his tail. Kurt screams and yells as Mr. McCoy puts kurt under his arm like a football and starts running. He then Takes kurt and kicks him out the window.

MR.MCCOY: And it's good!!!

Tuni looks on in horror.

TUNI: O... Ah... KURRRRRTTTTTTTTT!!! MR.MCCOY! KURT!!!

MR.MCCOY: Now time to score.

TUNI: ...what...

Mr. McCoy slowly goes over to tuni. Tuni walks backward away from Mr. McCoy keeping her eyes on him.

TUNI: Mr. McCoy you should go and lay down or something, you know?

Mr. McCoy: But I'm filled with so much energy. And you don't want to play. I only want to PET... the kitty...

TUNI: Yeah I bet...

Suddenly Mr. McCoy jumps over tuni and lands on the other side of the liabrary desk. Tuni closed her eyes but quickly opened them and turned toward mr. McCoy. Mr. McCoy found his violin and started playing "flight of the bumble bee".

TUNI: Great bach!

Mr. McCoy leaped off the liabrary counter and started the chase again... with violin in hand... Chasing her out the liabrary. Mr. McCoy playfully jumped, leaped and did axle twist and spins like a ballet dancer. Tuni finally was calm enough to use her abilities. That was the only seemingly wearness. If she was upset or not able to concentrate she could not use her abilities.
Tuni Stopped and turned. Mr. McCoy took a pause also and put his violin on a nearby window cil. He slowly walked toawrd her. Tuni stood her tground.

MR.McCoy: Did you know that it was said, violins were made out of cat guts?

TUNI: Oh, god... Umm, not really.

MR.MCCOY: And since youuu... used my strings.

TUNI: Mister. McCoy...

MR.MCCOY: Oh do not worry, dear. We are friends. I promise... Look I'll make sure to tie you down , within the shatter remains of my lab and make sure to use as little numbing agent as legally possible so that you feel the full extent of my curdling scientific exploration with my friends the scalple and prying instruments. We usually work well together.

TUNI: aah...

MR.MCCOY: Then if your still able to walk or open your airway, I'll have you do grades 9th-first year college math.

TUNI: Oh dear lord! No, please! Not that! Anything!

MR.MCCOY: I'm a man of science, it'll-

TUNI: NOT THE MATH! ANYTHING BUT MATH!!! NOOO!!!

MR.MCCOY: Algerba!

TUNI: No!

MR.MCCOY: Geometry, Divisions! Times tables!

TUNI: Don't say it!

MR.MCCOY: Calculous...

TUNI: You have truly lost your mind! You leave me no choice! Just remeber mista mcCoy... I truly cared and admired you.

Suddenly hundreds of string balls fell out of nowhere, covering Mr. McCoy. He Yelled shortly and seemed to faint.

TUNI: Oh, no it was too much.

Tuni Went over to Mr. McCoy and went to touch his face. When her fingers were a few inches from his face, Mr. McCoy suddenly opened his eyes and strightend his head. Tuni pulled her hand away. she steped back a bit and looked at him.

TUNI: Mr......McCoy...?

MR.MCCOY: You know what, tuni?

TUNI: I-umm...

Mr. McCoy then burst from the pile balls of string, sending the balls everywhere. they fell like snow in december. Tuni stood there watching the slow motion of the balls.

MR. MCCOY: NOT TODAY!!!

Mr.McCoy stood only about two fet from tuni. He landed standing straight on his feet. He then stretched out a hand and caught a ball of string. Mr. McCoy took the string ball and ate it. Tuni's eyes widend and she stepped away. Mr. Mccoy stepped forward. Tuni jogged backward, cut and turned away. The chase begun again.

TUNI: Professorrrrrrrr!!!

The professor suddenly got a headace and held a few fingers to his temple. He closed his eyes and sighed. The others then started to hear commotion coming from down the hall.

SCOTT: Professor! What is it?

TUNI: PROFESSSOORRRREEEeeee!!!

PROFESSOR: It is hell and her stampeding hordes behind her leaving distruction and burning ashes under their hoofs.

JEAN: Oh, god, professor!

PROFESSOR: No jean... No god this day. I think it's even had enough.

Suddenly from around the bend of the hall, tuni and Mr. McCoy came around. Tuni in the lead. She Jumped onto the professors lap and started his automatic chair backward at full speed. Tuni Looked back at Mr. McCoy. The Professor Looking back and forth at tuni and Mr.McCoy. He gripped the arm rest of the wheelchair arching his back.

PROFESSOR: TUNI! Have you tried-

TUNI: HE ATE IT!!!

Scott, jean and logan went chasing after.

TUNI: Brain zap him, make him do the jig, smart him up again!

Tuni jumps off the chair and starts pulling him while running backwards.

PROFESSOR: Well I cannot consentrate with you taking me to west hell, young lady! And-

Mr. McCoy rushed toward the professor and took him my the head.

MR.MCCOY: No puppetry today cue ball!

Mr.McCoy slammed the professor down face first and then jumped off his head with one foot toward the emptied wheelchair. Tuni looked up at Mr. McCoy who seemed to be enjoying the ride. He then took off the sutted lab coat and the broken glasses. Mr. McCoy rested his elbows on his knees and laced his fingers while smiling, closed mouth at tuni.

TUNI: Holy lawsuit and docked pay! PROFESSOR!!!

MR.MCCOY: I'm going to have to tie you up, are'nt I? Hmm?

Tuni realized that she was dragging Mr.McCoy and not the professor anymore. She then threw the chair toward jean and scott. Mr. McCoy landed on top of them both. He leaned over them looking down with a goofy smile and chuckle.

MR.MCCOY: Here's jonny!

SCOTT: DAMMIT HANK!

MR.MCCOY: What's up?

JEAN: Get off hank! And calm down!

SCOTT: If you do not remove your self frommy wife and I, I will-

MR.MCCOY: Oh, my, that will just not do.

Mr.McCoy then Roles over the side of scott, taking scott by the collar of his shirt. He then gets to his feet and takes scott by his hands and leads him to the male bathroom. Jean stood to her feet and tuni walked over, still remaining a good distance.

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I'll serieously tryeeeeeeeeee...

Tuni had her arms out. Mr.McCoy and tuni were blackend with sut marks all over them. Somehow she had made a weak barrier just in time to guard them mostly from the blast. But not the rest of the lab. The lab had a nice new sunroof. The sky was blue and the birds chirping. The rain had stopped. Mr. McCoy looked over tuni's shoulder and his horrors realized. His beloved 12 year old machine.
His machine... Lets say, looked like it was in a fight with jack hammers and drills. Metallic swiss cheeze. One of Mr.McCoys glasses lense was blackened and he dared not wipe it away to see the true horror.
Tuni opened her mouth and a puff of smoke left her mouth.She then slowly opend her eyes and lowered her arms.

TUNI: Are you alright?! Oh, goodness... It worked! Were still stand.... ding... hmm....

MR.MCCOY: I should do chapter 12 of that book... did not think I had to.

TUNI: What, now?

MR.MCCOY: Oh, you'll see.

TUNI: What a blast, huh?

MR.MCCOY: Dearest... do not fret... I promise that I shall name that BOMB... after you.

TUNI: Oh! Thank you! I-I think.

Mr.McCoy goes upto tuni. He puts one arm around her and starts petting her hair with his other hand. he pets firmly as he looks toward the machine.

MR.MCCOY: I thought that cats were supposed to be stress sooving. Not this one.

TUNI: Mr. McCoy...

MR.MCCOY: I thought that you were dont teasing me.

TUNI: Mr. McCoy I-

MR.MCCOY: I thought that you were my friend.

TUNI: Oh, god a swear! I'm sorry.

Mr. McCoy's hands started to get cold. He lifted her face and held it in his hands. Tuni's eyes blued over and hair turned as soild as ice. He know she was truly sorry. Mr.McCoy turned tuni around towad the machine. She squealed in horror and ran toward it. Tuni darted around it looking at the damage.

MR.MCCOY: 12 years...

TUNI: oh, oh gosh....

MR.MCCOY: 8.3 million dollars.

TUNI: This is my fault-

MR.MCCOY: No disputing that, dear.

TUNI: So I'll fix it!

MR.MCCOY: AN-wait, what... TUNI!

Tuni darts over to a drawer under the large computer and pulls out a few tools and items. Mr. McCoy is left in a curious gasp. She then poofs on a mechanics uniform, with hat and starts working on the machine, to Mr.McCoys horror. Tuni was working so fast that there was a cartoonish dust ball covering her doings. after 15 minutes or so her work was done.

MR.MCCOY: Holy, heaven.

The machine was dismantled into artistic work of patches and cilinders that spelt "MCCOY". There were pipes and sharp points throughout. Somekind of metallic string helping to hold it together.

TUNI: TA-DA! See, I did not have enough of the original to make it but i used some of your special floss to help hold it. And look! It still works!

MR.MCCOY: Special floss?

TUNI: I switched the water cells you had within the machine and put prysims in it so that-

She turns on the... machine... and suddenly rainbow colored water comes shooting out from the top of the 2nd "C" and plant seeds from the bottom of the "O".

TUNI: Yeah, the floss in that drawer.

Mr. McCoy goes over to the drawer and pulls out an empty box of violin strings. He looked over at it then dropped his head. Tuni started flossing her teeth with one of the left over strings. Mr. McCoy pops his head up and looks on wide eyed.

MR.MCCOY: STOP THAT! It's not floss! Did you not see the box it was in?! Not reading again?!

The floss became stuck to her teeth and was hard to pull out. Mr. McCoy put his hand over his face and went over to the sunroof. He leaned against a broken wall and took off his glasses. His back was tunred away from her as he started cleaning his glasses with his lab coat. mr.McCoy made the mistake of turning his head to check what tuni was doing.
She was yanking at the string that was stuck in her mouth. Tuni finally got the string out and dipped it in the n2o where it melted and disinergrated. Her eyes opened wide and she smiled nerviously at Mr.McCoy.
Mr.McCoy turned away again. With a heavy moan and sigh Mr. Mccoy crossed his legs and went back to cleaning his glasses.

Tuni Looked into the drawer and dug threw the sweet snacks that Mr.McCoy had stashed away. She found some marshmellows and had another brillant idea. maybe to make Mr. McCoy feel better she could toast some marshmellows. tuni poofs two sticks and goes over to Mr. McCoy.

TUNI: Hey mista McCoy. Since I'm most likey not allowed to even breath in the lab again, you want to lite the bunsen burner so that we can toast some marshmellows and let the problems solve themselfs?

MR.MCCOY: Tuni-

TUNI: Huh, Mr.McCoy? Huh... huh...?

Tuni started tapping Mr.McCoys shoulder with one of the sticks. the tap, tap, tapping on Mr. McCoy's fragile being was like a hammer, then a jack hammer, then a tank, on his thin, glass-like sanity.

MR.MCCOY: NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooowwwwwwwwAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.....!!!

Tuni stopped. Suddenly a small fire ignited on Mr.McCoy's shoulder where tuni was tapping. She jumped slightly, but Mr.McCoy only raised his head slightly and sighed.

MR.MCCOY: Please tell me that is just burning pain from your adorable-demonic tapping of my shoulder... And not a... Oh, my stars and garters...

TUNI: Don't worry mista McCoy I got it!

And tuni literally took the flame off of Mr.McCoy's shoulder and put it on the bunsen burner. Now with a lit fire Tuni started placing marshmellows onto the sticks. Mr. McCoy lowered his head and started to chuckle. But not in a heathy way. As he was cleaning his glasses one of the lenses cracked and disinergrated into tiny shards.

MR.MCCOY: Oh, but of course... Why not.

Mr.McCoy placed the glasses back on anyhow. He put a finger in the open frame and wiggled. He chuckled and then lowered his hand putting his hand in his lab coat pockets.

TUNI: Hey mista McCoy. Come over here and eat these marshmellows with me and lets get diabetes and you cure it.

MR.MCCOY: Marshmellows...(chuckles)...marsh-marshmellows? (Chuckles). Marhsmellows, tuni?

TUNI: Yeah.

MR.MCCOY: You know tuni... that was almost cute enough tosae my sanity. But not quite. I can feel it peeling away. Run... run far....

TUNI: Oh, umm... Mista McCoy...

MR.MCCOY: I fear that I' am about to spiral into an abyss that there is no hope of climbing out of. Like doing a swan dive off the grand canyon.

TUNI: But Mr. McCoy-

MR.MCCOY: Go to another city. To another state... anothercountry or continet... yes... continet... I shalt chase you over water.

TUNI: But mista McCoy... When do you think that you are going to go all nuts?

Mr.McCoy looks to the side. He then raises his left hand and starts counting down with his fingers.

MR.MCCOY: NOOOOOWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mr. McCoy lunges at tuni. She turns away dropping the marshmellow sticks and running out of the lab.

They make it to the main level. Tuni Still being chased by a ranting ravig McCoy. They soon come across banshee. Foolish banshee, trying to do inventory and good for the academy.

TUNI: Oh, Banshee! BANSHEE!

Tuni and Mr. McCoy start running around him.

BANSHEE: Whoa, whoa! What tis' all, this then? Be it matin' season already?

MR.MCCOY: AAAHAHAHAHAHAAAaaaa!!!

TUNI: Don't give him any ideas!!!

Tuni stops and takes hold of bandshees back, turning him every which way, hiding from Mr. McCoy as he reached and pulled at her.

BANSHEE: What is this. lass?

TUNI: Scream the crazy off of him or something.

BANSHEE: What?! Tuni I just canna be-

Sunddenly Mr.McCoy takes banshee by his shirt collar and arm, yanking him away from tuni. He then drags banshee over to a hall desk. Mr. McCoy opens the desk drawer with his foot and then shoves banshee in head first. Then Mr.McCoy takes the banshee filled desk and throws it into the girls locker room. He rips off the door nob and looks over at tuni. (luckly it was after school hours so no one was in the locker room).

TUNI: Holy st. patricks day.

MR.MCCOY: There b' no a singin of thee o' ban-shee today lass. Just you.

Tuni runs like a republican out of woodstock. Mr. McCoy follows. They ran in spirals threw the halls.

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At 19 hours ago, warror wrote: Tuni poofs to the lab and sees Mr.McCoy working on some strange battery looking thing that also kind of resembled a muffler. He was working on an open panel on one knee, his back turned to the lab entrance. Just when she was about to do whatever manner of playful evil to him:

MR.MCCOY: This will get them. This will show them all. This will be bigger than 100 million hiroshima bombs. The whole world will see!

This put tuni at a pause and rethink the annoyances she's done. And all of the annoyances he must get from the outside world also.

TUNI: oh, my god. what have a wraught. MR.MCCOY!

MR.MCCOY: WHA-TUNI?!

TUNI: Mr.McCoy! NOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOooooowwwwwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaa aaaa!!!!!!!!!!

Tuni drops to her knees and starts crying. Her hair turns blue and ice like to the point that water vapor was evaporating from her hair. Mr. mcCoy turns to her and takes her by her forearms. He then lifts her chin and wipes away tears.

MR.MCCOY: Now tuni... what is this about? What's going on in that bouncy head of yours.

TUNI: I'm sorry for all the shit-tery that you have to go threw in the world and the mess that i added this week, but thats no need to make the world go boomblastic!

MR.MCCOY: Ah... umm... what? Come again?

TUNI: Please don't blow everyone to hell where we most likey belong.

MR. MCCOY: Ohh... that?

Mr. McCoy slides down his glasses and looks at her threw the tops of his eyes. He hugs her and get them both to their feet.

MR.MCCOY: This machine, my dear is not the "blowy-uppy" kind. It is actually the kind to help out humanity type of contrapsion.

TUNI: What?

MR.MCCOY: I started it 12 years ago. Everytime i would get a werid look or someone would call me or write down that i was a "munti"I thought that i was hindering the team. But the others assured me that my mind and bravery would be an much needed resorce for the x-men. So I decided to start to put my supposed iq to the test. I wanted to create something out of the fog of hate and prejudice that would shine and melt the arrogance and ignorance of such folly.

Mr. McCoy goes over to the machine. He pats the silvery surfaceand looks on at it proudly.

MR.MCCOY: What i meant by "be more powerful than hiroshima" Was the chance for peace, tuni. This "Do-hicky". This machine, over time will erracticate extreme desertification. It intakes natural moisture without hurting the environment and pumps it to where it is needed. I also installed CO2 cells for rapid plant growth of native plants, and hopefully within 6 months shrubbery should florish and after a year a stream.
Food can grow, farmers can farm and graze animals.

TUNI: Oh, wow Mr. McCoy. I'm so proud.

MR.MCCOY: All those times I was literally pushed or forced to fight, I never resorted to anger or shear violence. I wanted to... I have gotten angry. But It would make things worse for the cause if I just went all out in anger...

Mr. McCoy turns to tuni and places his large hands on her shoulders. They lock eyes, sparkling with sincerity. He takes in a breath and blows out heavily threw his nostrils.

MR.MCCOY: Kill them with kindless tuni.... kill them with kindness.

TUNI: Yes mista McCoy... sure.

MR.MCCOY: And you have nothing to be sorry about, dear.

Tuni lowers her head and turns away from him. She holds herself and walks away a few steps.

TUNI: Actually... I should be sorry. I placed a bet with the others that you would not get upset with me no matter how many times I annoyed you.

MR.MCCOY: Oh, my-

TUNI: So I apologize for adding to the shittness that is you life.

MR.MCCOY: Oh, my stars and garters, thank goodness.

TUNI: what...?

MR.MCCOY: I thought that you were having a melt down or going insane.

TUNI: Insane... that? Oh, no. no, that happend miles ago. That much I can remember.

MR.MCCOY: Oh! Well... umm... You want to talk about-

TUNI: Loony as the sun is bright-but Mr. McCoy... I'm sorry and I love you.

Tuni hugs Mr. McCoy not fully realizing what she just told him. Mr.McCoy chuckles and hums playfully. Tuni releases him and turns away shyly, her cat like features. She sits on the operating table and lowers her head. Mr.McCoy goes over to a tall cabinet and starts pulling out some cleaning supplies.

MR.CCOY: Oh, do you now? Hmm, hmm.

TUNI: Mr. McCoy...I-I did not mean it that way- I-

MR. McCoy goes over to tuni and hands her a cloth and a meduim sized-rounded container with some firm cream.

MR.MCCOY: You want to help your boyfriend with his machine, sweety?

TUNI: MR.MCCOY! Outta all the people in tha world!

MR.MCCOY: It's not nice being teased ot tricked byyour friends, now is it dearest?

Tuni lowers her head, and nods. Mr. McCoy nods his head seeing that she fully learned her lesson and takes her over to the machine. He stands her next to the machine and starts getting back to work.

MR.MCCOY: It's a alloy cleaner.

TUNI: So, umm... What exactly do i do with it?

MR.MCCOY: Wax on, wax off, tuni san.

TUNI: (SIGH) Sure mista McCoy, sure.

Tuni started waxing the machine. Soon the waxy creme started to get stiff and was hard to work with.

TUNI: Mr.McCoy, this stuff is getting stiff. What should I do with it?

MR.MCCOY: Oh, I have some solution over by the sink. It's the white lable one.

Tuni went over to the sink and sw two white lable bottles. She Just picked one and poured it into the creme and mixed it with a wooden stick. She threw away the stick and went back over to the machine. Tuni put the rag in the creme and started cleaning the machine. Then She smelt something burning. The garbage can she threw the stick in was on fire.

TUNI: WHAT?!

Then the rag she was using went away in a plume of fire and smoke. The container of creme started to vibrate and shake and get very warm. Tuni rushed over to the bottle and saw it said N2O. She then rushed over to the machine and tried to hide behind ot. But then tuni noticed holes starting to form on the machine.

TUNI: Holy buddha shit...!

Tuni looks over at Mr. McCoy blishfully and trustingly unaware of the calamity going on. Tuni had to say something, but how?

TUNI: Umm... Mr.-Mista McCoy-heh-heh, umm-

MR.MCCOY: What is it, dear?

TUNI: Umm... is N2o nitrogicerite?

MR.MCCOY: Very good!

TUNI: Shit... But umm.. mista McCoy... What would happen... (GULP)... If I should of... Shit, it's warm, umm... Accidentally, mixed the nitro with the.... alloy creme...

Mr. McCoy feels ice in his blood and pauses his doings. He sharply drops his tool and gives off a worried breath.

MR.MCCOY: Tuni...

TUNI: It would not be very good... would it.

MR.MCCOY: No... no it would NOT!! TUNI!!!

Mr. McCoy rushes to tuni curled in the corner of the machine. She looked up at him with blue saddened eyes. Mr. McCoy pulled her up from the floor. He took her hand that was holding the container.

MR.MCCOY: Oh, my stars and garters! Holy goodness, tuni, what did you-

TUNI: It was an accident! you told me on thne counter,sink, thing!

MR.MCCOY: You cannot read, girl?!

TUNI: Look your the smartest man in the world! fix this!

MR.MCCOY: Hank Prym, not Hank McCoy!

Tuni and Mr.mcCoy start playing hot potatoe with the unstable substance.

TUNI: Well your the only goddamn "hank" here!

MR.MCCOY: Tuni! Language!

TUNI: FUCK THAT! It's going to be M-C-C-O-Y on your grave stone if-

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!

Professor xavier, logan, scott and jean summers were one of the halls of the school having a conversation. They all jumped and looked out the window and saw a large mushroom cloud coming from the lab area.

SCOTT: PROFESSOR!

PROFESSOR: O.k., o.k. hank... But are you alright... o.k... o.k... Just be gentle with her...

Professor xavier nods his head and laces his fingers, resting them on his lap. Evderyone looks at him.

PROFESSOR: One guess...

SCOTT,JEAN,LOGAN: Tuni...

PROFESSOR: Good... Good students... I knew this was still a place of education and not a asylum for interdimensional pixies. Jolly good.

LAB:

MR.MCCOY: I'll try professor...

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Tuni poofs to the lab and sees Mr.McCoy working on some strange battery looking thing that also kind of resembled a muffler. He was working on an open panel on one knee, his back turned to the lab entrance. Just when she was about to do whatever manner of playful evil to him:

MR.MCCOY: This will get them. This will show them all. This will be bigger than 100 million hiroshima bombs. The whole world will see!

This put tuni at a pause and rethink the annoyances she's done. And all of the annoyances he must get from the outside world also.

TUNI: oh, my god. what have a wraught. MR.MCCOY!

MR.MCCOY: WHA-TUNI?!

TUNI: Mr.McCoy! NOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOooooowwwwwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaa aaaa!!!!!!!!!!

Tuni drops to her knees and starts crying. Her hair turns blue and ice like to the point that water vapor was evaporating from her hair. Mr. mcCoy turns to her and takes her by her forearms. He then lifts her chin and wipes away tears.

MR.MCCOY: Now tuni... what is this about? What's going on in that bouncy head of yours.

TUNI: I'm sorry for all the shit-tery that you have to go threw in the world and the mess that i added this week, but thats no need to make the world go boomblastic!

MR.MCCOY: Ah... umm... what? Come again?

TUNI: Please don't blow everyone to hell where we most likey belong.

MR. MCCOY: Ohh... that?

Mr. McCoy slides down his glasses and looks at her threw the tops of his eyes. He hugs her and get them both to their feet.

MR.MCCOY: This machine, my dear is not the "blowy-uppy" kind. It is actually the kind to help out humanity type of contrapsion.

TUNI: What?

MR.MCCOY: I started it 12 years ago. Everytime i would get a werid look or someone would call me or write down that i was a "munti"I thought that i was hindering the team. But the others assured me that my mind and bravery would be an much needed resorce for the x-men. So I decided to start to put my supposed iq (to be continued).

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JEAN: Oh no...

She rushes over to her friend and frantically pats his back.

JEAN: HANK! Hank.... No... noooooo.....

Mr.Mccoy blinks a few times and squints his eyes as he turns to jean and lightly pushing tuni more into his room. He then closes the door mostly only exposing himself in the doorway.

MR.MCCOY: Oh, my starts and garters. Jean...(chuckles)... How... Longgggg... Have we known each other?

JEAN: EXACTLY! Hank, she's a child...

MR.MCCOY: Jean i promise you that i shall only have a conversation with her... AND SHE'S 28!

JEAN; Haaaank....

MR.MCCOY: Look... I will treat her like any other psychological mental pacient.

JEAN: Bu-...what?

Mr. McCoy nods his head adeiu and goes into his room purposly leaving the the door open. Tuni suddenly lunged at mr. mccoy's back wrapping her arms and legs around him. He lowered himself slightly and sighed with his arms limp.

TUNI: PLAY!!!

Suddenly tuni bit his extra sensitive ear.

MR.MCCOY: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa......
.....!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TUNIIIiiiiiiiI!!!!!!!!!!!!

She let go and rubbed her cheek against his.

MR.MCCOY: Yesss... lets play... infact.... i think that you willbe going on a bit of a field trip... my dear.

TUNI: Coo-wal!

Not "coo-wal". Once again tuni found herself somewhere she did not want to be. Mr.McCoy placed tuni within a stray jacket and wrapped 4 chains around her torso. He then proceeded to weld the chain links to the roof of the mansion. Tuni sat there with one leg bent toward her chin and the other leg bent, with the ankles interlocking. She looked into the distance and wondered if this counted of mr.mccoy snapping.
Mr. mccoy raised the welding masked and looked over his work with a nod. He placed his rist on his one bent knee. mr.mccoy sighed and looked on at tuni.She was as still as a rock within a breezy grassly plane. Mr Mccoy made his way toward the open hatch and started climbing down. When only the upper part up him was visibal he stopped and took hold of the hatch door.

MR.MCCOY: Now you just stay here and enjoy the view, while collect our "friends"... from the faculty dorm floor.

Mr. McCoy went down a few steps and closed the hatch.

TUNI: Well he did'nt yell. ALRIGHT MR. MCCOY!!! The saint!!!

Mr. McCoy, back on the dorm floor could only hear the mumbles of what tuni was saying. He looked up and sighed. Mr. McCoy looked around and saw that the bolts, screws and nuts were arranged back into place. Jean waved her hand and smiled at him.

JEAN: Your welcome.

Mr. McCoy smiled and went over to jean. They embraced and released. Mr.McCoys face went from pleased to saddened and worried. He turned away rubbing the back of his neck. Jean went over to him and rubbed his back.

JEAN: Hank... it's o.k....

MR.MCCOY: How do we know that? We don't know anything about her and she seemed to be doing so well. And now all of a sudden-(sigh). Oh my stars a garters.

JEAN: Henry... tuni... A girl like tuni likes to... to prove things and she does things sometimes that may seem... or are... erratic. She gets a little playful and jumpy like girls around her age might do. When she likes or admires someone, you know.

Mr. mcCoy starts to ponder jean's wise words and he jumps to conclusions. He combs his hair with his fingers, then tightends his grip on his scalp. His eyes dart around to a squint and jaw tightend.

MR.MCCOY: Oh dear lord. You don't mean that she may be amourous, do you?!

JEAN: WHAT?! No, no,... oh,no... well... not yet. But that is not what is going on here.

MR. McCoy: Oh, my stars a garters... Jean! If you know anything about her behavior just... tell... me...

JEAN: I'm not getting invovled.

MR.MCCOY: WHAT?!

JEAN: Today is thursday, right?

MR.MCCOY: Yes, yes, but-

JEAN: Well the only thing I can tell you is that it will be over friday eve.

MR.MCCOY: Jean....

JEAN: Well, with that I'm off. See you later, hanko.

Mr. McCoy in a slump shuffles over to his work and starts again.

MR.MCCOY: Dammed chaotic kitten.

FRIDAY! FRIDAY! FRIDAY!

Unknown to tuni and the rest of the mansion however. Mr.McCoy was already having a chaotic day. More like a rotten bad day.

He was in twon buying some groceries at a mom and pop grocery store. There was a new girl that was not used to mutants, even though the store claimed to be muntant friendly. The check out girl steadily scanned his purchases not taking her eyes off his face. He made the mistake of making eye contact with her. Any other female it would of sent them into a swoon or a playful flirty chuckle. But their eyes locking made her jump almost 3 feet off the ground.

MR.MCCOY: Are you alright?

CHECKOUT GIRL: Oh, oh my... you talk...

She chuckles. Some of the other people behind him chuckle also. Mr.McCoy sighs. He reaches for some money and counts out the total. the girl is too afraid to collect the money as she inches her hand closer to his.

MR.MCCOY: 25.38 right?

CHECKOUT GIRL: umm... yeah...

Mr.Mccoy slams down 30 dollars on the counter, takes his purchase and proceeds to leave. But before leaving he hears the manager and the checkout girl talking.

CHECKOUT GIRL: More like that?! a whole school of them?!

MANAGER: No not like that. Some are some not. They come in all different shades and abilites. Some don't even have a shred of hair pink, purple or blue.

CHECKOUT GIRL: Wow... Sometimes I wonder why god would make people like that and jesus just does'nt bless their hearts and...

Mr. McCoy leaves in discust. He goes upto his hummer and presses a button from the key chain. Three adolesant boys come over to him. One drinking some fast food medium sized drink.

BOY: Hey man. Hey...

BOY#2: Talking to you.

BOY: Is this your car, man?

Mr. McCoy slams the side passenger door after putting away his grocery. the boys go to the otherside of the car and laugh to themselfs.

BOY#2: You thirsty?!

Sunddenly the brat.... young man... throws the drink at mr.mccoy's suv. the three boys then run off laughing and high five-ing. Mr.McCoy just get's into his car and starts driving off. He does not drive down three blocks before he is stopped by a police car.
Mr.McCoy rolls down the window and calmy engages the officer.

MR.MCCOY: So for what honour do i owe a visit from new yorks finest, hmm? What did I do?

The officer writes the ticket, rips it off the pad and hands it over to him.

OFFICER: You know what it was.

Mr. McCoy looks at the ticket and nods his head. Putting his tougue in cheek,he puts the ticket in his glove compartment. As his usual polite self goes he waves to the leaving officer.

MR.MCCOY: Than you for reminding me of my perdicument that i seemed to of someow forgotten! Nice day, officer!

The officer slams his door and drives off. Driving away the officer looked quite pleased with himself as if he got a sucked off bribe froma street walker.

Mr.McCoy takes another look at the ticket, taking it out of the glove compartment. The ticket said "Munti in a no munti zone". He sighs again and starts the hummer. Suddenly it starts to rain. Mr.McCoy sighs again.

MR.MCCOY: Thank you thor o' chum. And since your at work, maybe you and your godly crew can wash 'way some of this ignorance and hate.

Mr. McCoy makes it to the masion. He parks in the dark garage, leans his face forward onto his folded arms and sobs. He quickly stops and wipes away tears.

MR.MCCOY: No, no ol' chap... it's been decades now. Many, many years. Do not let them get to you now!

Mr. McCoy gets out of the hummer, opens the side door and retrieves his purchases. He walks by the lounge on his way to the kitchen. Tuni sees him and deciedes to be nice and let him rest for ten minutes or so before completing her master plan of testing his sainthood.
But within those ten minutes he annouces that he is going to the lab and makes his way there. Tuni rubs her palms and chuckles evily.

TUNI: Perfect. This will be the true test. If he does not get mad at me there then he really is the greatest man to ever live. He loves that lab like a kitten loves milk!

---

As to say "You can come down when you cool off girl".

ANNE MARIE: I neer sen' a cat put up a tree!

Tuni heard the lounge burst into laughter. She blew a breath from the side of her mouth in humiliation and sighed.

WENSDAY:

Today mr. McCoy was his usual ingeneious self today. The night before he had went to the local market and bought tuni a treat to keep her occupied. A squeaky, pink mouse toy. tuni lunged at Mr. mccoy again giving him a tight hug, then rushing to a corner to play with her new toy. Mr. mccoy turned away and sighed. He flet that it was safe enough to pull out his blackberry for some business.
mr. McCoy checked behind his shoulder and saw tuni playing with the mouse toy in odd ways. Rolling on the floor, balacing the mouse with both her feet and hands in the air while laying on her back. She turned her head to him with a smile and then quickly turned to her belly, batting the mouse in between her hands.

Mr. McCoy turns back to his busness and sighs.

MR.MCCOY: It is truly the simple things in life with that girl.

But unknown to mr. mccoy tuni was upto her old tricks again. As his back was turned she stood up and poofed on a baseball pitchers uniform. She got into pitchers position and looked at her target. Shaking her head "no" a couple of times she finally comes to a pitching postion and throws the mouse with almost all her might at mr. mccoys shoulder. The impact from the mouse was so powerful and strong that it knocked mr.mccoy sideways.

MR.MCCOY: AAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yelled mr.mccoy as he grabbed his shoulder with blueberry in the same hand. He first thought it was an attack by magneto because of the force of the projectile. Then out of the side of his eye, mr.mccoy saw tuni nerviously poof away the pitchers uniform. His breth became heavy and he tightend the grip on his shoulder forgetting that the blackberry was in that hand. But it was too late. He could feel the crunch of the blackberry under his palm and pieces of it falling from his shoulder.

MR.MCCOY: Please good fates.... let only that be the shattered remains of my shoulder and not my 400 dollar phone.

But alas... it was not. Tuni bravely went forward to mr. mccoy whom eyes were slightly widened, mouth and jaw tightend. She floated the pieces from the blackberry to Mr.McCoys hand. Mr.McCoy quickly closed his hand and lunged the corpse of his blackberry into his pocket. In a zombified annoyance, mr. mccoy went toward tuni with his arms slightly raised out of the vibrating pain of his shoulder. tuni backed away until her back met the wall. She turned her head away from him as she flet the energy of his ticked off scientific hands went for her forearms.
When Mr.Mccoy finally grasped her it was almost too much for the both of them. A breath left both of their bodies as if it were the last one that they would ever give.

MR. MCCOY: That hurt...

Mr. McCoy let go, dropping his arms like weights. He finds the suprisingly intact mouse toy and juggles it with his good arm as the other started to swell and go numb at the shoulder. Mr.McCoy looked at the mouse toy go up and down thinking of what to do next. Tuni bravely, again, went toward mr.mccoy with a slightly elevated finger of curiosity. She looked at the mouse go up and down, from and to mr.mccoys hand. Tuni was about to open her mouth but mr. mccoy looked at her with daggers awaiting any response she would have. Tuni looked at him and darted her eyes away, lowering her hand and finger. She laced her fingers together and rolled her lips inward.
Mr. McCoy got that toothy smile again.

MR.MCCOY: Tuni... CATCH!!!

Mr. McCoy threw the mouse toy with all his might out of the lounge doors. Tuni ran after it as if caught on fire. Mr.McCoy sighed and looked on at her. He then reached into his pocket that was the tomb for his dead phone and flet around. He sighed and lowered his head.

MR.MCCOY: I'M GOING TO THE LAB!!!

He trumpheted as he shuffled out of the foyer.

THURSDAY:

Mr. McCoy was in the teachers dorm. Tuni also had a room in this hall also because they wanted to keep her close and away from the general population of the students. He was updating the security system for the hall. his old friend jean summers was standing in the hall with him waiting for her husband to come out.
Mr.mccoy had over 400 screws, nuts, bolts arranged in order from size to shape very neatly and tidely on a corner table next to him. He was on one knee with a wrench, twisting and tightening away.

JEAN: So... hows life hank?

Mr.McCoy paused as he slightly turned his head. He sighed and went back to work.

JEAN: That bad, huh.

Jean stopped right there. She knew that worked like this occupied his mind when he was feeling a certain way. But the silence would soon be broken. Jeans eyes widened and her lips tightend. Tuni was right behind the table with all the screws.

JEAN: Tuni-tuni...N-no!!!

TUNI: Ooohhh, prettyeeeeeee....

MR.MCCOY: What...? tuni...?

But before mr. mccoy could turn one blue hair toward her, tuni had already jumped onto the table and scattered all of the neatly arranged bolts, nuts and screws. The hall was slient, except for the sound of rolling screws and bolts littering the floor. Mr. McCoy's bodily functions ceased. He was as frozen as peas. The only motion that left him was the rolling wrench that left his hand. It made a clinging, sharp sound that emphasized his emotions.... broken, lost and hoplessness. His soul cried.
Tuni was on the floor batting around the mess. Jean did all she could to bite her tounge. She bravely went toward her broken friend with hand out. Mr.Mccoy could feel her footsteps. He raised a hand with bent fingers and softly titled it side to side.

JEAN: But henry I-

Mr. McCoy stretched the first finger to his thumb and waved it. His head jerked to tuni's direction. Mr.McCoy found the strength to stand and stood allof two feet from the playing-layingon the floor-on-her-belly, tuni. His foot begun to tap as he looked down at her and his arms crossed. Mr. Mccoy then raised his head and strugged his shoulders as if asking heaven a question. Nibbling his tounge in cheek he looked up at the ceiling while stroking his chin and holding his elbow with the ther hand.

JEAN: Oh, no... he's thinking...

Now jean's foot was tapping. She turned to the bedroom that her and scott shared and knocked on the door. Jean layed her back against the wall and folded her arms keeping an eye on mr.mccoy.

JEAN: Hey scott, sweety... Can you get my funeral dress ready? would ya babe?

SCOTT: WHA-what?!

Scott popped his head out of the bedroom darting his head around looking for his wife. She was to the left of him.

SCOTT: What about our funeral stuff?

Jean looked at her husband with a smile and silently pointed at mr. mccoy and tuni. Scott followed her arm to her finger and saw the calamity. He bit his tougue and nodded his head.

SCOTT: Ah, ha.... So she made a goddamn mess... Yeah I'll get our funeral stuff ready. And I'll also be on the witness defense stand for hank.

And with that scott slammed the door leaving his helpless wife with hands on her face trying to keep in tears of frustration and laughter.

Mr. McCoy Looked back down at tuni and put his hands on his hips. He swatted infront of her with that toothy smile. You know he had a plan. Tuni was spinning the bolts and nuts like tops and had the screws like bowling pins. She made up her own game.

TUNI: Yesssss.... score!!!

MR:MCCOY: Are you enjoying yourself, my dear?

TUNI: Ah, ha.... sure am....

MR.MCCOY: Well that is all we can hope for at this establishment... is your joy...

Mr.Mccoy rubbed his hands together like a hungry drug addict, clapped them, then laced his fingers, resting his arms on his bent knees.

MR.MCCOY: I know an absolutely fantastic game that we can play.

TUNI: Really?!

MR.MCCOY: Yeah sure, a,ha.

TUNI: Well then lets go!

Mr. McCoy stands and helps tuni to her feet, carfully avoiding the scattered remains of his project. Jean lowerd her hands justin time to see him take her to his bedroom.