Disclaimer: "I am SO not a tree."

a bit of comment commentary first.

Asteria: 1- I used Jean and Amara because I don't like them very much. That, and when people don't look alike, and are mistaken for each other, it's just funnier to me :) 2- yeah, I like Forge too, however, there was only two places I could put him with Storm in princess role, and... 3- Logan's my favourite, so he gets the hotman part ^_^

hehe,now, on with the insanity! (and thank y'all for the reviews, please keep it up!!!!


Mutantballs: Tightarse.



EXT. MUTANTBALL 1 - SPACE

PIOTR: In front of Spaceball 1 is Storm's car.

INT. MUTANTBALL 1 - SPACE

PIOTR: Colonel Creed and Dark Fire are standink in the front.

COLONEL CREED: Princess Storm's spaceship within range, sir.

DARK FIRE: =mask down= Good. Fire a warning shot... or something. Preferably something... heh... flamable.

PIOTR: Guns start firink.

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INT. STORM'S CAR – SPACE

PIOTR
: Storm takes off the headphones. Again. The car is shakink.

STORM: What's going on?

MYSTIQUE: It either the 4th of July, or someone trying to kill us.

STORM: Hey! I don't have to put up with this. I'm rich. (picks up phone) =mutters something about how stupid her lines are remaining.=

MYSTIQUE: What you doing?

STORM: I'm calling my father. 1-800-BAYVILLE. (dials the phone)

INT. SPACEBALL 1 - SPACE

DARK FIRE
(lifts up mask): Careful, you idiot. I said across her nose, not up it.

GUNNER: (lifts up eye guard to reveal Alex Summers.) Sorry, sir. (He's crossing his eyes.) Doing my best.

DARK FIRE: Who made that man a gunner?

SCOTT SUMMERS: I did, sir. He's my brother. Something wrong with that?

DARK FIRE: Who is he?

COLONEL CREED: He's a Tightarse, sir.

DARK FIRE:
I know that. What's his name?

COLONEL CREED: That is his name, sir. Tightarse, Major Scott Tightarse.

DARK FIRE: And his brother?

COLONEL CREED: He's a Tightarse, too, sir. Gunner's-mate, 1st Class, Alex Tightarse.

ALEX SUMMERS: Hey! Just cause my brother's got a stick stuck up his, doesn't mean I do too!

Raven: Just follow the script dear.

DARK FIRE: How many Tightarses we got on this ship, anyhow?

PIOTR: All, but few, stand up.

ALL: Yo!

DARK FIRE: I knew it. I'm surrounded by Tightarses. (pulls down mask) Keep firing, Tightarses!