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...-
TUNI PEACE
Tapping the fingers for art and laughs.