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And here we have my most ambitious project yet! ;)
Parts will get posted as I get them edited fully.
*shiver* My gods, I've finished something... Something
BIG...
Anyway, disclaimer and such: All characters herein belong to Marvel, I'm merely borrowing them. The referenced Sesame Street songs mainly belong to Jim Henson Productions, etc. And my small tweakings belong to me. I haven't made a cent off of this, and don't plan to. This WHOLE fic is dedicated to ALL of the people on IRC. The same people that put pu with my wierd comments and mutterings for the past two months. Things like, "Does Domino sing?" "Are there any Georges?" And more wacko and STRANGE things. On with the madness...
Alphabet Soup 1/13by ALC Punk!As rooms go, it was a large one. Filled to bursting as it was, this was difficult to tell. Half of the room had tables, chairs and assorted furniture, the other half had an entertainment center of massive proportions and a large couch. It was also full of rather a large amount of heros. Avengers, X-Men, X-Factor, X-Force, Thunderbolts, Silver Sable's team and many others all rubbed arms, shoulders, legs, etc. "Get your hands OFF of that, Lebeau!" as they jostled around, trying to fit in the room. Several of the flyers had taken to the air and poor Storm was sitting in a chair, tense as hell with Kitty talking to her quietly."I'm sure you're all wondering why I called you here." A cocky young voice rang out. "Keep talking, Drake, maybe your tongue will wrap around and strangle you." Several people in the X-groups rolled their eyes at Robert 'Iceman' Drake and everyone turned to view the approaching blonde. "Hi." Valerie Cooper, government employee and once X-Factor liasion looked out at her assembled guests a bit nervously. [They'd ALL shown up,] her brain exulted. To a person they'd all come! "Actually, I have nearly the same comment as Mr. Drake." She opened her notes onto the podium and cleared her throat. "I've brought you all here, because," she paused and looked around, finally spotting the one ally she was sure to have. "Because," she continued, "I think we can all mutually benefit from my proposal." "Get to the point, Cooper." A no-nonsense voice rang out and Val focussed in on the group of mercenaries--most importantly, their leader, one Silver Sable. "Ah. My point. Yes." Val cleared her throat again. "I'm not sure how many of you grew up with Sesame Street, but I'm sure a few have heard of Big Bird, Cookie Monster and the like. They did something I found interesting, once. An album, full of Alphabet songs. I propose that we do something similar. That we cut an album of 'Alphabet songs'." She waited, watching. People looked surprised, shocked, a few were snickering at the very idea. A great disbelieving shout of "WHAT?!???" rang out. "But it's a great idea!" The one person whom Val had thought would make an ally proved true. Samantha Powell stepped up to the podium and indicated the mic with a 'May I?' look. Val nodded. "OK. See, people, the world has never seen the heros do anything but heroing. So, see, with this, we show them different. You all have got a softer side." Val's lips twitched at the beautific smile on Samantha's face. Taking the mic back, she nodded. "Really, what Samantha says is true. If it's not property damage, or lives lost, it's bad press and an increasingly angry public stopping you from saving the world." A snort rang out from the X-folks. Cable, her mind pinned. Or his lady friend, Domino. They'd both shown up she was surprised to note. Then she grinned. That was good, made things a lot easier. "Say we concede that this idea has merit," A cautious Charles Xavier said as his chair wheeled closer to the podium. "How are the songs being assigned?" "Well, I had a partial list worked out--my 'Must haves if they show up' so to speak." Val looked down at her jumble of notes and grinned. "For the most part, all of those are going to work." Glancing around, she noted that not very many had taken in the idea yet, and decided to give them some time to think on it. "There's food in the fridge and pantry and feel free to watch any of the movies. OK? Could Silver Sable, Robert Drake and 'Joseph' come up here, please?" The groups began milling around a bit and Sable talked with her people for a few. "You're going to make her do the first one, aren't you?" Samantha whispered. "Shhh..." Val grinned. "Yes." Samantha grinned back. "Let me grab her ear for a moment." "OK. Thanks." Val felt some relief. One less person to deal with. "Ah, Mr. Drake and Joseph..." ---- The studio technician was a young, white female with reddish hair and blueish eyes. She also looked vaguely tired as they filed in. "Ms. Cooper, everything's set up. If I could get mic checks from everyone, we can start." "Good, good." Val swept into the studio, eager to get this bit finished. Once she started rolling, she would have momentum. Hopefully, it would all be done before the day and night were over. [Please, God, Goddess, any deity.] Sable stepped up to the stool and carefully settled on it. "Mic check? Ok. Testing, one, two, I'm Sable of--" "That's enough, thanks ma'am." The technician called. "Ready."
Val nodded at Sable and she started singing softly,
"And if by chance, it happens your name is Allison-- As Sable paused, awaiting the next part to start, Henry Pym walks in, looking a bit murderous Sable blinked, " Hallo, What kind of mutant are you?" "I'm an Ant." "And your name?" Sable inquired. "It's," Pym paused and gritted his teeth. "Ambercrombie." "That begins with an A sound, too!" Sable crowed, trying not to laugh.
"And if by chance, you've been following this song at
all--" Sable sang. "You happy?" Sable asked calmly. "By the way, thank you, Mr. Pym for your sacrifice." He mumbled something under his breath and left the studio as quickly as he'd come into it. "Good. Now, Mr. Drake, your turn." Val announced. "So, Robert, that's the letter A." Joseph read from his script. "Right! And, luckily, the next letter is B. So I'm going to make a B sandwhich." Robert replied. "A 'B sandwhich'?" "Yes, Joseph, a B sandwhich. It's an old family recipe--I think it skipped dad, though. Anyway," he cleared his throat a bit self-consciously.
"You begin with some brown bread and Boston-baked
beans
"Place barbecued basil on top of it all
"Now I'll just toss in this braised bayberry, and a
bag of branmash,
"Place barbecued basil on top of it all Bobby inspected the script, shrugged and continued, "Umm-Umm-Umm-Umm." He made fake chewing sounds, then stopped. "Uh-Oh! Needs more bubblegum!" he exclaimed. "That's good, very good." Val commented as she stood up and stepped towards the middle of the room. "Um, Ms. Cooper?" The technician's voice echoed slightly through the quiet studio. "Could you say 'Cut' from now on, when you want it ended?" "Sure." "Thanks." -- tbc
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