Why the X-Men are banned from any/all local hardware stores.

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“I’m goin’,”

“Yes I’m goin’,”

“I’m. Going to the.”

“Goin’ yes I’m goin’ to the –”

“HARDWARE STOOOOOORRRREEE!”

“ELF!”

“It wasn’t *just* me, mein herr…”

“What’s wrong with the classics?” asked Kitty.

“I like that song,” said one of the Jamies. He’d been half of the chorus. Except for Sparky, who was still singing X-1 Green Bottles under his breath.

“We are getting the stuff on the list,” said Logan. “And then we are going home.”

“Aaaaawwwww…”

“But they have so much cool stuff there…”

“I can like, make that belt that’s like, going for two hundred at the mall for like, fifty or less.”

Rogue just moaned. “Why’d we have to come with anyhow?”

“So you can all see what a pain in the ass it is to fix the damage you do,” said Logan.

They all knew the plan. Stick together. Adhere to the list. Stay out of trouble.

It failed within the first five seconds when Sparky made a beeline for the Kiddy Kraft Korner. And then tripped, resulting in three more ‘Sparky’s. Who went in all directions.

After the fifth explosion, Logan ponied up to the help desk with three of the biggest trouble makers under his arms. He was singed, too, but getting better by the instant.

“Yes sir?” Squeaked a luckless Trudy behind the counter.

“I need everythin’ on this list,” Logan managed to juggle it onto the counter, “fifteen short leashes and all the duct tape you got.”

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