Gremlins Take Westchester: Parts 4-7

by Verthril

"Umm, maybe, why?" Jubilee asked, appearing bashful as she scuffed her foot.

Scott glared at her, a surprising feat considering his eyes were hidden behind a ruby-quartz visor. Hefting up the Jubie-Grem as it had been affectionatly refered to, the Gremlin hung there vibrating while sparks flew off her.

"K, I did. But Hank let his one play in the lab!" Jubilee whined.

"Jubilee, these aren't pets, they're..." Scott began, ducking as an optic blast shot past him.

The pair of mutants turned, finding a Gremlin standing straight and proper, though the gremlin nature all too evident in the figure with the look in his eyes. A red aura surrounded those eyes, and another optic blast shot forth and knocked the Roguie-Grem off the wall where she had been clawing about, having borrowed Logan-Grem's powers once more.

"Hey Scotty boy, looks like you got a Gremlin Counterself now, and he can even control his optic blasts." Jubilee remarked, smiling at the Gremlin.

Scott merely looked to the Gremlin, glaring from behind his visor. As if on cue, the Gremlin pulled out Scott's spare sunglasses and put them on, adjusting them with his middle finger. Scott's jaw dropped, while Jubilee and her Gremlin self started laughing. Scott unleashed a blast at the Gremlin, sending him flying out onto the lawn, then turned seething at Jubilee.

"It just flipped me the bird!" Scott screamed.

"And it did it all suave like, using your glasses to do it too! Man, take notes, next time Magneto is rassin on ya you can just do that and open up your shades and blast him while flippin' him off!" Jubilee commented, plucking her Gremlin self and running off.

"What did I do to deserve this?" Scott asked in an exasperated voice.

"I'll be sure ta tell ya that when I've got a night ta kill, and all the bars are closed, till then yer on yer own bub." Logan growled as he walked past, giving a sniff, then dashing off as he appeared to catch the scent of his prey.

"Hey!" Scott yelled after Logan, who in return ignored him.

"I'm the leader, why don't they respect me." Scott asked, sighing as he sat down on the steps.

"Hiss harg, cause yer a tightass. Got a light?" Logan-Grem remarked, sitting down next to Scott and pulling out a cigar from the pilfered box of Cuban's Logan was currently looking for.

Scott fumbled about, looking for a lighter until his sense of self kicked in and realized he didn't smoke. Looking to the spitting image of Logan in a gremlin form, he suddenly felt an urge to flee, knowing that the copycats were like the original, yet with fewer inhibitions. Plucking the cigar from the Logan-Gremlin's claws, Scott then mused perhaps it was a good time to start smoking as he walked past a labcoat clad Hank-Gremlin carrying a metal container marked with a biohazard symbol. Listening to the surprisingly articulate gremlin cry out in shock, Scott thought better of turning about to find out what it had just tripped over, moreover what it had just released from the container that seemed to be causing the Logan-Gremlin to scream out in pain, yelling of how it burns.

"You killed it?" Remy asked, looking over the corpse of the former Marrow-Gremlin.

"Yes." Marrow remarked, poking the gremlin with a bone spur.

"Dat seem to be wrong on some basic level, almost like suicide." Remy remarked, poking the corpse that was slowly turning into green slime with his Bo staff.

"Hiss harg, least it wasn't Moi." Remy-Grem remarked, poking it with the modified broom handle that served as his own Bo staff.

"Sarah can arrange that." Marrow remarked, looking intently at the Remy-Gremlin.

"Hiss harg, you try dat and you find out why dis Gremlin be called Gambit, cause ya be taking a Gambit with your life if ya attack Moi!" Remy-Gremlin hissed with the same bravado his 'father' knew.

"Merde, do I really sound dat cocky?" Remy asked, earning a nod from Marrow.

Shrugging, Remy rose and walked away, his protege following in the same saunter to his step. Marrow looked to the pair, then to the pile of goo that was her Gremlin-self and then shrugged, walking off as well. From the shadows, a figure walked out, a spatula in one hand and a bucket in the other, as Hank-Gremlin started to scoop up the remains of the Gremlin. Looking about, Hank-Gremlin noticed his counter self and quickly skittered back off to the lab, figuring it best ot hide in a place that would distract he who would hunt him.

"Rogaine!" A voice whispered in the dark.

"Viagra!" A different voice hissed.

"Rogaine!" The first voice whispered a little louder.

"Viagra!" The other voice hissed, though soon both voices crying out in pain as the lights in the Professor's bathroom turned on.

"Neither! Now the both of you put my bottle of asprin down and leave!" Professor Charles Xavier shouted, Bobby and Bobby-Gremlin fleeing in terror while dropping the bottle of pills they had.

"Hiss harg, It was all his idea!" The Bobby-Gremlin hissed as he fled on an ice sled.

"Was not!" Bobby shouted back, vanishing in a pillar of ice out of the Professor's window into the night sky.

Shaking his head, the Professor looked down to the pills on the floor, casting a questiong glance to the Rogaine. Picking it up, he stroked his chin as he looked into the mirror, running a hand over his bald head. Shaking his head as he dismissed the idea, he plucked the bottle of pills and flushed them down the toilet. Hovering back out into his bedroom, he blinked as he found the Rogue-Gremlin clawing away at his nightstand. Sighing in aggrevation, then passing a quick mental suggestion in the chaos that was presumed to be the Gremlin mind, the Rogue-Gremlin skittered off in search of Bobby or his Gremlin self to pester.

"One good turn deserves another it is said." Charles mused while heading to the window to shut it.

"What's green and can be used to strain pasta!" Logan yelled, casting glances to the shadowy treeline where he could smell his Cuban Cigars.

"Hiss harg, a strainer?" The familiar voice shot back.

"You if you don't give me those Cuban's back!" Logan roared, unleashing his claws with the ever-familiar 'Snikt'.

"Hiss harg, Make me!" The taunting voice shot back.

With that Logan dashed into the bush as the chase renewed. Elsewhere, Jean and Ororo sat atop the roof, looking over the chaos. As the two women looked to one another, neither noticed the green figure sneaking up upon them.

"Do tell me again Jean why we decided to allow them free reign." Ororo inquired, watching and Logan chased after the shorter Gremlin who had a death grip upon a box of cigars.

"We? No, no way, nu uh. Scott decided, figuring they wouldn't try to escape and terrorize the country side. I voted to just send them to Mojoverse where he'd probably turn them into a sitcom." Jean remarked, taking a sip of her tea afterwards.

"Oh. Well then, I must say I prefer your idea must more than your husbands." Ororo remarked as she too took a sip of her tea.

Suddenly heavy breathing along with pained shrieks could be heard. As the two women looked behind them, they noticed the retreating form of a protogremlin fleeing, leaving a trail of slime. Sighing, they returned to watching Logan chase after his own Gremlin Alter Ego, ignoring what had just happening with wishful thinking that it didn't happen.

"So, who do you think it imprinted, me or you?" Jean asked, wincing as Logan landed a strike on his alterself, only to be slashed in the stomach.

Just then the heavens opened up with chaos and fury, while rain pounded against the mansion, intermingled with hail. Ororo cast a glare to Jean, her hair already sticking to her face. Jean in return looked taken back, then found her tea suddenly very interesting as Ororo took in a calming breath, calling upon nature to reign control.

"Forget I asked." Jean remarked in a meek voice.

  Chapter Five: Busting Loose

"Cerebro, please identify all Gremlins upon the premises." The bass voice of Bishop remarked as he carefully took apart his favored plasma pistol.

"Please specify the nature of your request." The digitized female voice replied.

"By mutant signature compared to current records." Bishop replied, looking over the disassembled pistol, considering where to start with his weekly care.

"Gremlins on the ground carry the following mutant signature: Lee, Jubilation; Summers, Scott; Monroe, Ororo; Logan; McCoy, Henry; LeBeau, Remy; Rogue; Bishop." Cerebro continued, earning a confused glance from Bishop.

"There is a gremlin out there with my mutant power." Bishop asked.

"From all research which Hank has inputted upon them, 'not only do they copy the mutant gifts of the mutant they imprint upon, but memories and behavior, albeit with the lack of inhibitions'." Cerebro replied, drawing upon Hank's research.

"So, allow me to reiterate what you just said, there is a gremlin with my memories and hence training and skills running about, too with my powers though a lack of any inhibitions." Bishop asked.

"Yes." Cerebro replied again.

With that Bishop suddenly reassembled his pistol with lightning fast grace, have long since grown more into a reflex rather than a conscious thought. Rising from his seat and charging the pistol with the electric whine of the shot capacitor filling, he spun about to find himself facing a gremlin holding his plasma rifle. Staring down the barrel of the gun known only to him as 'Betsy', an unconscious twitch occurred on Bishop's left eye.

"Hiss harg, saddle up, lock and load." The gremlin replied favored line in one of the more recent movies Hank had dragged Bishop on.

"You wouldn't dare." Bishop replied in a deep growl.

The reply came as the Gremlin fired the rifle, the resulting shot sending Bishop flying into the wall, gritting his teeth as he focused the energy surging through him into his bio-reserve. Standing once more, Bishop dodged a second shot, firing his pistol and sending the Gremlin slamming into the wall. As the Gremlin stumbled to his feet, his eyes glowing with energy, Bishop suddenly realized he had met his match.

"Hank! Your mini-me just blew up the kitchen!" Jubilee screamed as she stormed down into the basement.

"What could he have done my dear Jubilation, that he could have possibly blown up the Kitchen? I do believe after the last time the X-babies came that we ensured that no hazardous chemicals were kept there." Hank replied from his microscope.

"He threw one of Logan's six packs into the microwave with a bottle of his whiskey." Jubilee replied with a shrug.

"Then that would mean," Hank replied, looking up from his microscope.

"That Logan's gonna gut you or him, whoever he happens across first, since he has caught up to Mini-Logan." Jubilee finished.

"Hmmm, would you care to go catch a movie, that I ensure it be mischievous prot¡¦¡¦be the first to be caught." Hank asked.

"All expenses paid?" Jubilee asked, crossing her arms and shifting her weight to her one foot.

"But of course." Hank replied, pushing himself away from his worktable.

"K, I'll go get Giz. Rogue's taking care of him right now. See ya in like five minutes." Jubilee replied, skipping out to retrieve her pet and friend.

"I shall be waiting in the car with the doors locked until you arrive." Hank yelled, rushing to the garage with all the speed and grace he could muster.

"Here Gremie, Gremie, Gremie. Come play with Sarah." Sarah hissed, clutching a bone spur in either hand as she stalked the grounds.

"Sarah, might I inquire what your doing?" Ororo asked, looking down from her balcony window.

Sarah, looking up with an expression akin to a cat with her paw in the fish bowl. Ororo looked down to her, understanding what the former Morlock was up to, frowning. Clouds grew dark overhead, while a strong wind began to blow, the displeasure evident with the weather. Sighing, Marrow skulked off until just out of sight of Ororo, a wicked grin crossing her lips as she caught glimpse of the Logan-Gremlin sitting on the porch smoking a cigar with the Remy-Gremlin.

"Cat away, Sarah will play." Sarah hissed as she skulked towards the unwitting gremlins.

Just as Sarah neared, a snicker was heard from the bushes. Popping her head out from the bush, Ororo-Gremlin looked to Sarah, blinking her blue eyes. Sarah slowly turned to the Gremlin, cocking her head to one side, as the clouds overhead grew darker, and the wind stronger. The sound of feet crossing the lawn was heard as the Remy and Logan gremlins closed in on Marrow, who in return glanced at them, her eyes filled with hate. Turning back to the Ororo-Gremlin, Sarah paused.

"Blue eyes hurt Sarah?" Sarah asked, to which the gremlin gave an eager nod.

"Shit." Sarah cursed a moment before a bolt of lightning struck down the Morlock, rattling the windows and doors of the mansion.

Chapter Six: Amish Paradise

"Jubilation, I honestly cannot fathom how you can enjoy the food, and I do use the term loosely, at a movie house." Hank mused as he watched her triple dip a nacho in what passed for cheese sauce, though more resembled melted yellow crayons.

"Is good." Jubilee returned, her mouth agape as she attempted to cool the nacho sauce burning her tongue.

Shaking his head he took a sip of his cola, finding it to be too much syrup and too little carbonation. Sighing, he set it in the drink holder and leaned back in his lawn chair that had been placed in the physically challenged seating area of the movie. His bestial size left it more than impossible to wedge himself into the provided seating of the theatre. Looking about, the other patrons of the theatre whispered to one another, waiting for the movie to start. With a wry grin, he stretched out, thankful for his Image Inducer.

"Yo, you want that?" Jubilee asked, pointing to the drink.

"No, you are more than welcome to it, though I thought you were enjoying your non-dairy product sludge they care to pass off as a milkshake." Hank remarked, handing her the drink.

"I am." Jubilee replied, leaning over the seat in front of her, currently unoccupied, and pouring the contents of the cup on the seat.

"Might I inquire..." Hank began, cut off as Jubilee hushed him, a large man walking in front of her and taking a seat in the folding chair, only to shriek rather girly for his stature.

"Gah! Someone spilt their drink on this chair!" The man exclaimed as he left to find seating elsewhere.

"Devious in its simplicity." Hank whispered, Jubilee smiling happily as she used the back of the seat as a footstool.

Finally the lights grew dim and the curtains of the screen were pulled back. The movie started, the usual promos playing. As the sound system checked itself, Hank could understand why he rarely ever went to the movies with Jubilee, the pain must been unbearable. With a cheer, the worlds 'Feature Presentation' flashed on the screen, the theme music of the movie playing. Peace at last Hank mused, settling down and awaiting to find out what Jubilee had chose to view.

"Merde, dat 'ad to hurt." Remy groaned, poking the electrocuted mutant with his bo staff, eliciting a groan.

"Hiss harg, Oui." Remy-Gremlin returned, poking marrow this his broken broom handle.

Ororo-Gremlin merely looked content, sitting in the bush and playing with the weather, sending a flurry of snow down over Westchester County, then changing to rain, then sleet, then hail, then fluffy snow again. The lightning bolt landing ten feet away from the group of mutants and gremlins suddenly had Ororo-Gremlin ceasing her game of weather control, looking up to find her progenitor looking down at her with displeasure.

"I would suggest, should you care not to end up like Marrow, that you cease with affecting the weather." Storm hissed through clenched teeth, a rumble of distant thunder accenting her words.

"Hiss harg, Okdokie!" Ororo-Gremlin hissed back, skittering off and leaving Remy and Remy-Gremlin looking to one another.

"Did she just say Okdokie?" Remy asked, earning a confused nod from his Gremlin likeness.

"Stormy, you ever use de word Okdokie?" Remy asked as he hefted Marrow over his shoulder and looking up to the Weather witch, only receiving a rumble of thunder as his reply before she drifted back into her loft.

"Hiss harg, dis Cajun boy t'inkin der be a side to Stormy we don know about." Remy-Gremlin hissed as he walked in pace with Remy on the way to the med lab.

"Dis cajun don t'ink he want ta find out de side of Stormy dat says 'Okdokie'." Remy muttered back, kicking the door open and walking in, a thud of Marrow's head against the door sounding as Remy-Gremlin 'accidentally' tripped and slammed into the door.

"How long have they been going at it? Bishop and his Gremlin doppleganger that is." Professor Charles Xavier asked as he sat in his bed, flipping through a book while the floor rumbled once more.

"Forty-Five minutes by my count." Jean returned, sitting upon a chair next to the nightstand where a chess table was set, considering her next move.

"How long did it take for either to run out of charges for their pistols?" Charles asked, setting his book down and picking up a cup of tea.

"I believe two minutes." Jean replied, moving her rook.

"So, they are running off bio reserves at this point?" Charles inquired, moving his queen to take the rook, placing Jean's king into check. "Check."

"I am not sure. Last I saw, when I thought it best to come and hide in here with you, Bishop was chasing after the little green horror with a chair." Jean replied, moving her king out of check, and into a well guarded position.

"What sort of chair?" Charles asked, regarding the board and taking a sip from his cup.

"A wheelchair, and I quote 'Your going to need more than a wheel chair when I'm done with you!' is what Bishop had been yelling at the time, to which the Gremlin replied in its horrid little voice 'Yo momma wears combat boots!'." Jean returned, relaxing in her chair and reaching for her cup of coffee.

Suddenly a creaking of Xavier's bed was heard, a small lump moving under the covers. Alarmed, Charles tried to back away from the advancing lump, while Jean tried to capture it in a telekinetic bubble to oddly enough, no avail. As the lump moved closer to the edge of the blankets, a very bald, green head poked out, sitting down next to Charles and stealing his cup of tea.

"Charles, please tell me I am having a delusion, and tell me there isn't a creature in your bed with your mutant power, that being of the most powerful telepathic mind on the planet." Jean whispered in a hoarse voice.

"I wish I could Jean." Charles whispered back, looking to the figure that merely seemed content to drink the cup of tea.

"Hiss harg, Poke!" A voice called out from the edge of the bed as a clawed hand touched Xavier-Gremlin, soon auburn hair with a skunk stripe down the middle emerging with psonic energy rippling about the Rogue-Gremlin, while the Xavier-Gremlin fell limply to the bed.

"Jean, in the immortal words of Marrow, of which I heard just before her sickening cry of pain and the crash of thunder not very long ago, Shit." Charles replied, horror in his eyes.

"Oh boy oh boy oh boy!" Jubilee whispered in an excited voice, watching as Vin Disel battled the alien creature, the first movie in the Vin Disel marathon playing at the local theatre, starting with Pitch Black and then working to xXx.

"You know, I think the X-men battled creatures not unlike those upon a world within the Shi'ar Empire once." Hank mused, stuffing his face with popcorn covered in non-dairy butter, which again, bore a resemblance to melted crayons.

"Hank, I do have duct tape with me, and I know how much it hurts to have hair removed with a strip of something containing adhesive stuff." Jubilee hissed, casting a deadly glance to Hank.

"My lips are sealed, my apologies." Hank replied, remaining quiet lest Jubilee make good of her threat.

"Though, I do wonder, where did Gizmo get off to?" Hank asked in a quiet voice.

"Huh?" Jubilee asked, drooling over the rippled muscles of Vin Disel.

"I thought you had Gizmo with you, would he not be sitting with you watching the movie?" Hank inquired.

Jubilee looked down to the bag where Gizmo had been seated, giving view of the Movie by being placed on the empty chair between herself and Hank. Peeking in the bag, Jubilee called his nickname of Giz, and found no answer. Looking up to Hank with fear, she looked about and then stood up.

"YO! Sorry to interrupt the movie, but has anyone seen my Mogwai!" Jubilee called out, earning cat calls and people telling her to shut up.

A scream suddenly came out, and Jubilee ran down to the row, expecting the woman to have found Gizmo and merely been scared by the fuzzy little figure. Instead she found a fuzzy little figure rummaging through her purse, though by no means cute, nor cuddly. Hank-Gremlin looked up, then in the fine grace of his progenitor, back-flipped over her and raced for the exit.

"Jubilation, I found Gizmo!" Hank called out, the figure sitting in Hanks' arms as he walked down to her.

"Yo, bigger problems. Short, blue and fuzzy was just here and he just lifted this lady's cellphone!" Jubilee explained, racing after the Gremlin, Hank hot on her heels.

Outside, they saw Hank-Gremlin pressing a series of numbers on the phone. Before they could reach him, he had finished whatever he was doing and then merely sat there with a smug expression on his face. Jubilee tackled him, wrestling him to the ground and pinning him, while Hank picked up the phone and listened. Horror fell over his features as he looked down to his likeness.

"Yes, and I do believe the phrase is 'Today Westchester, Tomorrow the World'." Hank-Gremlin remarked towards Hank, earning a confused look from Jubilee.

"Unless you want me to show you how painful it is to have all that hair of yours removed by Duct Tape, talk!" Jubilee growled, placing her forearm against his throat and pulling out the aforementioned roll of duct tape.

"I think Hank there can explain what I have done my dear Jubilation." Hank-Gremlin hissed.

"No one but True Blue calls me Jubilation and gets away with it!" Jubilee growled, biting hold of the tape and taking of a strip, placing it over the blue furred gremlins mouth.

After a short struggle, where the figure was wrapped within a cocoon of Duct Tape, Jubilee kicked him over to Hank and looked to him, finding him occupied with pressing a series of numbers on the phone. Concern filled her eyes as she picked up Gizmo, giving him a hug, waiting for Hank to explain what his Gremlin had been talking about.

"Mad, your mad you little abomination!" Hank growled, picking up and shaking the bound Gremlin.

"Hank, why is he mad, cause like we knew that to begin with." Jubilee asked, her tone patient.

"He left a recording on the cellphone, of his plan. He must have recalled the countless times a villain has relayed their plans to us, and acted upon it seeing as it was the Super-Villain thing to do." Hank explained.

"Yeah, so? And what's his plan Blue?" Jubilee asked.

"To imprint the entire database of Mutants which Cerebro contains upon Proto-Gremlins, including such notable names as Magneto, Sabretooth, Mr. Sinister, and Weird Al!" Hank exclaimed.

"Weird Al is an insane mutant?" Jubilee asked, raising an eyebrow to Hank.

"While not on the evil terms as perhaps Magneto, yes, quite insane and also a mutant, though his power is merely with the mimicking of talent it seems The professor discovered that once, but never acted upon it as he seemed to be harmless enough. I shudder to think what a Gremlin Form of that man can do. We must hurry back to the mansion!" Hank cried out, picking up the bound gremlin and racing to the car.

"Dibs on wasting Weird Al!" Jubilee called back, picking up Gizmo and racing after Hank.

  Chapter 7: Road Work

"Hank, he staring at me." Jubilee whined, looking to the cocoon of duct tape next to her that encased the furred doppelganger of one Henry McCoy.

"Then place a strip of duct tape over his eyes dear child." Hank replied as he kept his eyes on the road.

"Hank, he's growling at me." Jubilee whined, having placed the tape over the furred gremlin.

"Here." Hank remarked, picking up a tire iron and handing it to Jubilee.

"You want me to beat him with it?" Jubilee asked incredulously.

"Yes, whatever garners your silence." Hank retorted.

"You da boss." Jubilee replied, giving the furry lump a smack with the tire iron.

"Did you have to hit him so hard?" Hank asked as he gave her a sideways glance.

"Sorry." Jubilee replied as she placed the tire iron down and spun about in her seat to look ahead.

"Road crew, better throw on your image inducer Hank." Jubilee remarked as she fiddled with the radio.

After activating his holographic image inducer, Hank slowed and looked out his window to where a stop sign was standing. Looking down, he found a rather short figure looking up to him grinning. Upon further investigation he found a rather odd shade of green to the figure, for that matter to all the figures. Looking about, he soon found to his dismay that a gremlin much akin to Jamie Madrox was now occupied in destroying about a mile stretch of the road with the various doubles. Looking back down to the figure he could now see the figure pointing to the other side of the road.

"Hiss harg, Detour." The Jamie-Madrox-Gremlin remarked, pointing to the woods.

Hank, along with Jubilee who had taken notice of the diminutive stature of the road crew, looked towards where the gremlin had been pointing, finding it to be a path through the woods which might after some time lead to the mansion. Suddenly as the jeep lurched forward and down, Hank let a groan of irritation surface.

"Hank, did it just slash our front tires?" Jubilee asked, looking to the side mirror where the gremlin was now taking to slashing the rear tires.

"Indeed he did Jubilation. Shall we partake of a moonlight stroll through the woods?" Hank asked, climbing out of the jeep and grabbing the now unconscious gremlin and his backpack.

"Oh, yeah, sure. Walk through the woods where there are untold gremlins of our greatest enemies lurking. Sure, let me just get my flashlight so I can be the perfect horror movie victim. You are so shaved when this is over." Jubilee growled, getting out and reaching for a flashlight from under the seat.

"Hank, he's growling at me." Jubilee whined.

To accent her statement, Hank took it upon himself to 'accidentally' smack his gremlin self into the nearest tree, thus once again sending the diabolical genius into a forced slumber. Looking about the woods, Hank could only wonder where they were at this point. Unlike his feral compatriot Logan, he was rather lost in the woods, aside from being able to tell exactly what flora or fauna they were encountering at any given moment. Looking back to Jubilee, he could only smile at the teenager as she cuddled with Gizmo, trying to calm the Mogwai down.

"I can only fear what madness must be ensuing at the mansion if the gremlins have already reached this far." Hank remarked, pausing as he put a hand on Jubilee.

"Wha?" Jubilee asked, though stopping once she saw a raised finger to Hank's lips.

The pair cast a wary glance about the woods, an unsettling silence ringing through the woods in which not even a cricket chirped. Suddenly out of the woods a set of glowing eyes locked upon the pair as the form of one Victor Creed lumbered out, albeit shorter and a lovely shade of green. The pair froze in fear, with Hank instinctively taking a step before Jubilee.

"Hiss harg, Playtime frail, yer Unca Viccie is gonna gut ya good." The Victor Creed Gremlin hissed, not missing a beat in the portrayal of his progenitor.

The sound of a branch breaking caused Victor-Grem to look skywards as a large shadow fell out of the canopy. With a resounding cracking noise, the gremlin version of Fred Dukes, known the world over as The Blob, belly flopped on Vic-Grem. Suddenly from the shadows, various other mutants of less reputable natures emerged, of notable names such as Avalanche, Pryo and Mystique. Knowing the odds were suddenly weighed against them, Hank took one look back to Jubilee, and then to the woods as he spied a opening in the line.

"Run!" Hank roared, grabbing a hold of Jubilee's wrist as he took flight, taking the opening.

"Alright, no body panic. We've faced worse than this before." Scott began, looking over the combined X-men.

"Non, we 'aven't. Dis honestly be de worse t'ing de X-men 'ave faced." Remy shot back, looking about at his comrades and the few Gremlins who thought it would be fun to join in.

"Your right, but there is no need to panic. Once Jubilee and Hank return we can flee in the Blackbird and call in help from the other teams to dispose of these things." Scott carried on.

"Ya mean that Blackbird?" Logan asked, puffing on his cigar as he pointed to the Supersonic Jet that had just made a sortie about the grounds.

"They stole the Blackbird! They! Stole! My! Plane!" Scott cried out, looking at the plane where various gremlins were clutching for dear life about the body of the plane.

"K, new plan. Jean, you take care of Scott. The rest of us, lets go gut us some gremlins." Logan growled as he unsheathed his claws with the ever-familiar 'Snikt!', followed by a 'Slunk' from his Gremlin alter ego.

"Umm, Hank, wasn't that just the Blackbird that flew by?" Jubilee asked looking skyward.

"Yes it was Jubilation." Hank cried out as he continued to run towards where he hoped the mansion was.

"So, like, if the others were fleeing shouldn't we take the hint?" Jubilee asked as she stumbled and fell to the ground, balling up about Gizmo to protect him.

"In most instances I would agree, but that wasn't Scott flying the plane. Not unless Scott shrunk and turned green." Hank replied, stopping to kneel next to Jubilee.

"Ow, I think I twisted my ankle there." Jubilee hissed.

"Indeed you did. Though I do believe we have lost 'The Brotherhood of Evil Gremlins'" Hank replied with a little mirth in his voice.

"Oh god, I wish I had a video camera, even if it wasn't the real Vic, that was just too funny." Jubilee giggled as Hank fished out a small first aid kit from his backpack.

"Indeed, it is a memory I shall soon not forget. Here, lets get that tended to." Hank said as he took to relieving Jubilee of her shoe and sock.

"Maybe we should just wait here until it blows over. I mean like, I'm sure the Prof got on the horn to every superhero group he could. And I mean the guys would have destroyed whatever the heck your evil furby twin did to make all these gremlins. I mean how long would it take them to notice that an unusual amount of gremlins were suddenly popping up?" Jubilee asked, petting Gizmo as he cooed in her arms.

"Alright, how many would ya wager are out there?" Logan asked as he lead his team through shadows.

"I'd say a couple 'undred on de front lawn alone. Good t'ing we destroyed dat machine before any more spewed out. T'ough 'ow anyone t'ough dat Weird Al 'ad joined de team be beyond me." Remy remarked as he charged a fistful of cards.

"We were all currently busy with the few gremlins at the time to notice the rampant growth from Henry's Lab." Ororo replied, calling forth a barrage of lightning to strike down many of the gremlins on the front lawn.

"Sarah noticed." She remarked as she hefted up the decapitated head of the former Weird Al Gremlin.