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As you all know, I promised that as soon as I'd seen X-Men: The Last Stand I would immediately get to working on a continuation to "The Great X-Muppet Caper" that heavily changes the continuity of the movie. Well, I've seen X-Men: The Last Stand and I'm really excited to share with you all my take on what happened.
Now, I have to warn everyone before you start reading that this story may contain spoilers. If you haven't seen X-Men: The Last Stand and don't want to be spoiled, then just wait, see the movie, and come back here to read the story.
Okay. On with the show....
It was a quiet afternoon in the pleasant neighborhood in Queens, especially for a kind woman with green-striped stockings by the name of Nancy (often called “Nanny” by her friends), who ran a peaceful-but-large nursery for a small group of imaginative “Muppet Babies.” There were other children in the neighborhood that were playing in the streets; but they were careful not to get in the way of a car that had approached Nancy’s nursery that afternoon.
The car was driven by Erik Lehnsherr, a mutant-rights activist in his early-forties who was joining 39-year-old Charles Xavier (a fellow mutant-rights activist) as they decided to take a visit to Nancy’s nursery, in order to visit a child whom they both believed to be a mutant. Xavier had contacted Nancy before he and Erik left his mansion in Westchester and let her know that one of the children was in fact one, but Nancy wasn’t sure as to who it was. Charles knew exactly whom he was looking for but left Erik in confusion, finding an interest in how surprised he could possibly be.
“I really hate it when you do this to me.” Erik said. “That’s one of the reasons why I wish I was born as a telepathic.”
“Oh, come now, Erik.” Charles remarked. “There’s no harm in having a little fun among good friends.”
“But you know how much I’ll be guessing, once we get in there.” Erik said. “There are several—how should I put it—uncanny little characters in this nursery. It’ll be impossible to determine which is the one we’re coming to see.”
“Ease your anxiousness, Erik.” Charles said, as their vehicle pulled up to the driveway. “We’re here.” The two stepped out of their car; as Charles got out from his side, he felt a little itch on his right ankle and scratched it a little. Closing the passenger door, he led Erik up to the front door of the house that Nancy and the “Muppet Babies” lived in.
“Since you’re the one with all of the surprises, you ring the doorbell.” Erik bantered, and Charles grinned at him, just before he rang the bell. When Nancy opened the door and showed herself to Charles and Erik, she smiled brightly at Charles and gave him a big hug.
“How long has it been, Charles?” Nancy asked. “Ten years?”
“It’s been too long.” He told her.
“I still wish that things could’ve turned out different for us.” Nancy uttered. “It’s not fair that my father had to reject you like that. We were only a day from getting married, Charles!” Erik raised an eyebrow at that revelation; during his long-time friendship with him, Charles had never mentioned a relationship with a human. At first, he found it captivating; but with a little more thought, it disgusted him somewhat—though he didn’t know why.
“Please, Nancy.” Charles said. “Let’s not get into our past. We must remember who we are here for.” Nancy nodded, with tears that she had spent years holding back steaming down her hazel-colored eyes. She looked towards Charles’s companion, Erik, who graciously smiled at her, despite the uncomfortable feeling that he suddenly gained after discovering her relations with Charles.
“You must be, Erik Lehnsherr.” Nancy said, as she shook his hand. “Charles has told me so much about you.”
“I wish I could say the same for you, Miss Nancy.” Erik remarked, and Charles glanced over at him, sensing a feeling of displeasure that he never sensed in his friend before. “Charles has neglected to tell me anything about the young person we’ve come to see.”
“Well…” Nancy said, and she looked back at the nursery inside, looking a little worried. “He’s having his afternoon nap right now; but you boys can still come in and see him if you wish.”
“Of course.” Charles said, and he & Erik entered the house and moved into the nursery, stepping over several of the kids’ toys that had been left over the floor, including Scooter’s computer, as they approached two large cribs near the corner of the room. In the left crib, Charles and Xavier had noticed four muppet children lying comfortable there together; one child was a small bear with a yellow propeller beanie, two were twins (one boy, one girl) who both were orange with darker orange sprouts of hair, and the last one had an “animal-like” appearance.
“I’d say this one definitely looks like our boy.” Erik told Charles, pointing to the “animal child,” whom Erik was a little wary of as he growled in his sleep. “I hate to see what he’d be like when he grows up…that is, if he ever does.”
“No, Erik.” Charles said, chuckling with glee over his friend’s confusion. “Our special child must be in the other one.” They moved over to the right crib to see only three children there; one child was a small frog in an adorable sailor suit, another was a diapered dog with a bib that had a musical note on it, and the last one was a beautiful, blonde-haired pig in a pink dress.
“These three seem pretty normal to me.” Erik commented, as Charles looked around the room in surprise, wondering where the child he was searching for was. He was about to call Nancy into the room, until he and Erik stopped and noticed how she was leading a tired, blue-furred, hook-nosed child into the room. The small and unusual child rubbed his tired eyes, as he was “sleepwalking” with his toy chicken, Camilla, in his arms.
“There you are.” Charles murmured, smiling as he watched Nancy sit down in a rocking chair and set the unusual child down on her lap. Erik was a little impressed by the child’s appearance; he had seen many bizarre-looking mutants before, but that child was very much different from others.
“He has this problem with sleepwalking.” Nancy told Charles and Erik, as they approached her. “You should’ve seen him the other night. I heard a small thump on the roof, and when I stepped out to see what it was, there Gonzo was…sleepwalking on the rooftop.”
“Gonzo.” Erik said, pondering over the name, which was almost as bizarre as the child’s appearance. “Sounds like some kind of breakfast cereal.”
“Don’t tease, Erik.” Charles said. “Your ‘Magneto’ is right out of a lame Saturday morning cartoon.”
“Touché.” Erik said, with a grin, just as Charles knelt down before Nancy and looked closely at the sleeping Gonzo. He read the small weirdo’s thoughts, and he never in his life had been so intrigued by such a mutant—at least, that’s what he believed Gonzo was. The smile on the kind mutant’s face had quickly dissolved, and Nancy was quick to notice.
“What’s wrong?” She asked. “Is there something wrong with Gonzo?” Erik had also noticed how much Charles was dismayed and seemed a little concerned himself.
“He is what you’re looking for…right, Charles?” Erik queried, and Charles’s eyes moved away from Gonzo and towards Nancy.
“Where did you find this boy?” He asked, and Nancy was a little reluctant to answer his question.
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you, Charles.” Nancy replied, but through his great power of telepathy, he found the answer in her thoughts.
“You were abducted…shortly after our wedding was canceled.” Charles said, and Erik gazed oddly at him and then at Nancy.
“Abducted by whom?” Erik asked, and it was quiet in the room for the longest time. Charles wanted Nancy to tell Erik who abducted her, but he realized how much the past event had an affect on her and told instead.
“She was abducted by a cosmic force that had taken this child away from his real family and had given him to her, in order to keep his family from finding him in their galaxy.” Charles said, and Erik found that very hard to believe, so much that he started laughing. “It’s no joke, Erik. I’ve seen the images in her mind. These aliens threatened to kill her, if she didn’t take the child and raised him here on Earth.”
“So, instead of coming to see a mutant, we’ve come to see Darth Vader in person,” said Erik, who was very displeased at that moment. “We’ve wasted our time here, Charles. Let’s go.”
“Don’t underestimate him, Erik.” Charles said. “There is much that I sense in this child.”
“What do you sense in him, Charles?” Erik asked. “Do you believe that one day this boy will be a great asset to mutants everywhere?”
“Yes, I do.” Charles said, and Erik scoffed at the idea, as he began heading out of the nursery. “And I also believe that he’ll be the one to make my dream of a better world for mutants and humans come true.”
“Well, that’s one thing that your dream and this child have in common,” Erik said, “They’re both impossible.”
“Erik.” Charles uttered, as his friend neared the front door.
“I’ll wait for you in the car, Charles.” He said, just before he stormed out of the house, leaving both Charles and Nancy feeling a little disappointed.
“I’m sorry, Charles.” Nancy said. “I’m so sorry about this.”
“Don’t be.” Charles said, and he looked down at Gonzo again, gently stroking his left index finger over his little, blue-furred head. “What you have here is a miracle for any creature living on this planet.”
“Do you really believe he’ll make your dream come true?” Nancy asked.
“Oh, yes.” Charles said, and Nancy grinned at him.
“I didn’t know your powers involved foretelling the future.” Nancy commented, and Charles chuckled.
“I guess you can say that it’s more of a hunch that I have.” Charles said, and the room fell silent again, as Charles stared into Nancy’s beautiful eyes again. Old fond memories came back to them, as they both remembered how they spent their days at Columbia University. She was majoring in health, and he was majoring in psychics.
“Come back to me, Charles.” Nancy said, as she placed her right hand over the left side of his handsome, young face. “It’s not too late for us to get married.” Charles felt like crying; but he was stronger than that, and he knew Nancy was as well. He also knew that it was too late for the both of them. Had he not been so dedicated to his position as a mutant rights activist, wanting to make the world harmonious for both mutants and humans, he would’ve given their relationship a second chance in a heartbeat.
“You know as well as I do that I’m a part of bigger things now, Nancy.” Charles stated. “Your mutant-hating father may be out of the picture now, but there are several out there just like him who need help opening their eyes…and their hearts to us.” Nancy was disappointed that he wasn’t willing to give them a second chance; but yet she was pleased by his reason. She also wanted to see a world spared of the hatred towards mutants that existed in humanity.
“I understand.” Nancy said.
“Just know that I will never give up on us.” Charles told her. “When we succeed in our task, you and I will marry, have lots of children, and prove to everyone that a human/mutant marriage can work for the better.” Nancy smiled brightly at Charles again, just as Gonzo let out a small yawn that attracted their attention. “I better go. There are ‘others’ that Erik and I have to see.”
“Oh, please stay and meet Gonzo.” Nancy begged Charles. “I’m sure that he would love to get to know you.”
“And I’m sure I would love to get to know him in return.” Charles said. “But our paths will cross in the future.”
“Is that another one of your hunches?” Nancy inquired, with a smile.
“One that I am one hundred percent certain of.” Charles replied, and he gave her a big smile, as he quickly and quietly exited from the house, just in time for little Gonzo to open his little tired eyes and look up at Nancy, who once again had tears streaming from her eyes.
“Nanny, are you crying because I was sleepwalking on the roof again?” Gonzo asked, and Nancy laughed a little, wiping away her tears.
“No, Gonzo.” Nancy said. “You’re alright.”
“Then what’s wrong?” Gonzo asked, and Nancy wasn’t sure how to explain to the blue little weirdo of the situation that just took place. Instead, she just smiled at him and kissed his forehead, making the little weirdo more puzzled than ever. “I don’t think I’ll ever understand grownups.”
Now, I have to warn everyone before you start reading that this story may contain spoilers. If you haven't seen X-Men: The Last Stand and don't want to be spoiled, then just wait, see the movie, and come back here to read the story.
Okay. On with the show....
Chapter Twelve
Twenty-Seven Years Ago
It was a quiet afternoon in the pleasant neighborhood in Queens, especially for a kind woman with green-striped stockings by the name of Nancy (often called “Nanny” by her friends), who ran a peaceful-but-large nursery for a small group of imaginative “Muppet Babies.” There were other children in the neighborhood that were playing in the streets; but they were careful not to get in the way of a car that had approached Nancy’s nursery that afternoon.
The car was driven by Erik Lehnsherr, a mutant-rights activist in his early-forties who was joining 39-year-old Charles Xavier (a fellow mutant-rights activist) as they decided to take a visit to Nancy’s nursery, in order to visit a child whom they both believed to be a mutant. Xavier had contacted Nancy before he and Erik left his mansion in Westchester and let her know that one of the children was in fact one, but Nancy wasn’t sure as to who it was. Charles knew exactly whom he was looking for but left Erik in confusion, finding an interest in how surprised he could possibly be.
“I really hate it when you do this to me.” Erik said. “That’s one of the reasons why I wish I was born as a telepathic.”
“Oh, come now, Erik.” Charles remarked. “There’s no harm in having a little fun among good friends.”
“But you know how much I’ll be guessing, once we get in there.” Erik said. “There are several—how should I put it—uncanny little characters in this nursery. It’ll be impossible to determine which is the one we’re coming to see.”
“Ease your anxiousness, Erik.” Charles said, as their vehicle pulled up to the driveway. “We’re here.” The two stepped out of their car; as Charles got out from his side, he felt a little itch on his right ankle and scratched it a little. Closing the passenger door, he led Erik up to the front door of the house that Nancy and the “Muppet Babies” lived in.
“Since you’re the one with all of the surprises, you ring the doorbell.” Erik bantered, and Charles grinned at him, just before he rang the bell. When Nancy opened the door and showed herself to Charles and Erik, she smiled brightly at Charles and gave him a big hug.
“How long has it been, Charles?” Nancy asked. “Ten years?”
“It’s been too long.” He told her.
“I still wish that things could’ve turned out different for us.” Nancy uttered. “It’s not fair that my father had to reject you like that. We were only a day from getting married, Charles!” Erik raised an eyebrow at that revelation; during his long-time friendship with him, Charles had never mentioned a relationship with a human. At first, he found it captivating; but with a little more thought, it disgusted him somewhat—though he didn’t know why.
“Please, Nancy.” Charles said. “Let’s not get into our past. We must remember who we are here for.” Nancy nodded, with tears that she had spent years holding back steaming down her hazel-colored eyes. She looked towards Charles’s companion, Erik, who graciously smiled at her, despite the uncomfortable feeling that he suddenly gained after discovering her relations with Charles.
“You must be, Erik Lehnsherr.” Nancy said, as she shook his hand. “Charles has told me so much about you.”
“I wish I could say the same for you, Miss Nancy.” Erik remarked, and Charles glanced over at him, sensing a feeling of displeasure that he never sensed in his friend before. “Charles has neglected to tell me anything about the young person we’ve come to see.”
“Well…” Nancy said, and she looked back at the nursery inside, looking a little worried. “He’s having his afternoon nap right now; but you boys can still come in and see him if you wish.”
“Of course.” Charles said, and he & Erik entered the house and moved into the nursery, stepping over several of the kids’ toys that had been left over the floor, including Scooter’s computer, as they approached two large cribs near the corner of the room. In the left crib, Charles and Xavier had noticed four muppet children lying comfortable there together; one child was a small bear with a yellow propeller beanie, two were twins (one boy, one girl) who both were orange with darker orange sprouts of hair, and the last one had an “animal-like” appearance.
“I’d say this one definitely looks like our boy.” Erik told Charles, pointing to the “animal child,” whom Erik was a little wary of as he growled in his sleep. “I hate to see what he’d be like when he grows up…that is, if he ever does.”
“No, Erik.” Charles said, chuckling with glee over his friend’s confusion. “Our special child must be in the other one.” They moved over to the right crib to see only three children there; one child was a small frog in an adorable sailor suit, another was a diapered dog with a bib that had a musical note on it, and the last one was a beautiful, blonde-haired pig in a pink dress.
“These three seem pretty normal to me.” Erik commented, as Charles looked around the room in surprise, wondering where the child he was searching for was. He was about to call Nancy into the room, until he and Erik stopped and noticed how she was leading a tired, blue-furred, hook-nosed child into the room. The small and unusual child rubbed his tired eyes, as he was “sleepwalking” with his toy chicken, Camilla, in his arms.
“There you are.” Charles murmured, smiling as he watched Nancy sit down in a rocking chair and set the unusual child down on her lap. Erik was a little impressed by the child’s appearance; he had seen many bizarre-looking mutants before, but that child was very much different from others.
“He has this problem with sleepwalking.” Nancy told Charles and Erik, as they approached her. “You should’ve seen him the other night. I heard a small thump on the roof, and when I stepped out to see what it was, there Gonzo was…sleepwalking on the rooftop.”
“Gonzo.” Erik said, pondering over the name, which was almost as bizarre as the child’s appearance. “Sounds like some kind of breakfast cereal.”
“Don’t tease, Erik.” Charles said. “Your ‘Magneto’ is right out of a lame Saturday morning cartoon.”
“Touché.” Erik said, with a grin, just as Charles knelt down before Nancy and looked closely at the sleeping Gonzo. He read the small weirdo’s thoughts, and he never in his life had been so intrigued by such a mutant—at least, that’s what he believed Gonzo was. The smile on the kind mutant’s face had quickly dissolved, and Nancy was quick to notice.
“What’s wrong?” She asked. “Is there something wrong with Gonzo?” Erik had also noticed how much Charles was dismayed and seemed a little concerned himself.
“He is what you’re looking for…right, Charles?” Erik queried, and Charles’s eyes moved away from Gonzo and towards Nancy.
“Where did you find this boy?” He asked, and Nancy was a little reluctant to answer his question.
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you, Charles.” Nancy replied, but through his great power of telepathy, he found the answer in her thoughts.
“You were abducted…shortly after our wedding was canceled.” Charles said, and Erik gazed oddly at him and then at Nancy.
“Abducted by whom?” Erik asked, and it was quiet in the room for the longest time. Charles wanted Nancy to tell Erik who abducted her, but he realized how much the past event had an affect on her and told instead.
“She was abducted by a cosmic force that had taken this child away from his real family and had given him to her, in order to keep his family from finding him in their galaxy.” Charles said, and Erik found that very hard to believe, so much that he started laughing. “It’s no joke, Erik. I’ve seen the images in her mind. These aliens threatened to kill her, if she didn’t take the child and raised him here on Earth.”
“So, instead of coming to see a mutant, we’ve come to see Darth Vader in person,” said Erik, who was very displeased at that moment. “We’ve wasted our time here, Charles. Let’s go.”
“Don’t underestimate him, Erik.” Charles said. “There is much that I sense in this child.”
“What do you sense in him, Charles?” Erik asked. “Do you believe that one day this boy will be a great asset to mutants everywhere?”
“Yes, I do.” Charles said, and Erik scoffed at the idea, as he began heading out of the nursery. “And I also believe that he’ll be the one to make my dream of a better world for mutants and humans come true.”
“Well, that’s one thing that your dream and this child have in common,” Erik said, “They’re both impossible.”
“Erik.” Charles uttered, as his friend neared the front door.
“I’ll wait for you in the car, Charles.” He said, just before he stormed out of the house, leaving both Charles and Nancy feeling a little disappointed.
“I’m sorry, Charles.” Nancy said. “I’m so sorry about this.”
“Don’t be.” Charles said, and he looked down at Gonzo again, gently stroking his left index finger over his little, blue-furred head. “What you have here is a miracle for any creature living on this planet.”
“Do you really believe he’ll make your dream come true?” Nancy asked.
“Oh, yes.” Charles said, and Nancy grinned at him.
“I didn’t know your powers involved foretelling the future.” Nancy commented, and Charles chuckled.
“I guess you can say that it’s more of a hunch that I have.” Charles said, and the room fell silent again, as Charles stared into Nancy’s beautiful eyes again. Old fond memories came back to them, as they both remembered how they spent their days at Columbia University. She was majoring in health, and he was majoring in psychics.
“Come back to me, Charles.” Nancy said, as she placed her right hand over the left side of his handsome, young face. “It’s not too late for us to get married.” Charles felt like crying; but he was stronger than that, and he knew Nancy was as well. He also knew that it was too late for the both of them. Had he not been so dedicated to his position as a mutant rights activist, wanting to make the world harmonious for both mutants and humans, he would’ve given their relationship a second chance in a heartbeat.
“You know as well as I do that I’m a part of bigger things now, Nancy.” Charles stated. “Your mutant-hating father may be out of the picture now, but there are several out there just like him who need help opening their eyes…and their hearts to us.” Nancy was disappointed that he wasn’t willing to give them a second chance; but yet she was pleased by his reason. She also wanted to see a world spared of the hatred towards mutants that existed in humanity.
“I understand.” Nancy said.
“Just know that I will never give up on us.” Charles told her. “When we succeed in our task, you and I will marry, have lots of children, and prove to everyone that a human/mutant marriage can work for the better.” Nancy smiled brightly at Charles again, just as Gonzo let out a small yawn that attracted their attention. “I better go. There are ‘others’ that Erik and I have to see.”
“Oh, please stay and meet Gonzo.” Nancy begged Charles. “I’m sure that he would love to get to know you.”
“And I’m sure I would love to get to know him in return.” Charles said. “But our paths will cross in the future.”
“Is that another one of your hunches?” Nancy inquired, with a smile.
“One that I am one hundred percent certain of.” Charles replied, and he gave her a big smile, as he quickly and quietly exited from the house, just in time for little Gonzo to open his little tired eyes and look up at Nancy, who once again had tears streaming from her eyes.
“Nanny, are you crying because I was sleepwalking on the roof again?” Gonzo asked, and Nancy laughed a little, wiping away her tears.
“No, Gonzo.” Nancy said. “You’re alright.”
“Then what’s wrong?” Gonzo asked, and Nancy wasn’t sure how to explain to the blue little weirdo of the situation that just took place. Instead, she just smiled at him and kissed his forehead, making the little weirdo more puzzled than ever. “I don’t think I’ll ever understand grownups.”
END OF CHAPTER TWELVE