Bishop smiled wildly and nodded excitedly, the phone to his ear. "Yes! YES!" he suddenly was quiet again, then looked around furtively. He couldn't let anyone else know. And he didn't want those little horrors to hear him. "Do that." He whispered. The line went dead and he heard small footsteps. Whimpering, he ran out of the room and back upstairs, hiding under his covers. They wouldn't get him, oh no, not him! He giggled, and covered his head.

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"Hey, there Warren! Wanna buy a school newspaper?" Jubilee asked.

Warren smiled. Ah yes, little kids trying to make money. How cute. "Sure, Jubes. How much?"

"A dollar." She wasn't charging him much, but then she wasn't supposed to be charging him anything.

He fished around in his pocket and pulled out a five dollar bill. "You have change?"

"No, but I'll take that." She snatched it out of his hand and tossed a paper at him, running off. "EXTRA! EXTRA! READ ALL ABOUT IT!"

Warren laughed and read the headline:

FIRE BIRD SPOTTED WITH A SNOWMAN!

According to our sources
the article read,

< a young woman, who for security reasons we'll call J. Summers, no wait, Jean S., was found recently in a closed room with a young man, whom we'll call Iceboy, doing what we can only term as the Tango because this paper is PG. The young woman, who we'll call Foenix, swore she was only "teaching [we will not name names. Call him Robby.] how to dance because he has a dance date." In an interview she also stated that "Robby . . . is . . . really . . .cute . . .better . . . then . . . my . . . husband . . . and . . . Scott . . . is . . .a . . . lame . . brain. . . I'm . . . divorcing . . . him." (This statement was edited for context.) In other news today, four children were taught sex. ed. in a more . . . descriptive manner than they thought was necessary. "It was sick!" Said one youngster.

"Eeew, gross!" Was another shocked statement.

The teacher simply said, "Well they had to learn someday!"

Warren stopped reading. He couldn't believe this! "JUBILEE!!!" He scanned for who the "reporter" was, but couldn't find a name. He took off through the house, looking for the erstwhile girl that had sold him his paper. This was despicable and had to be set right before anyone else found out! Finally, racing into Banshee's office he saw her at the fax machine, bent over and concentrating.

"What are you doing?!"

Jubilee stood up arrogantly. "Baldy asked me to send him copies of our paper. This will be his first one!" She beamed proudly.

"TURN THAT OFF!! DON'T YOU DARE SEND HIM THIS TRASH!"

Jubilee looked triumphant. "Too late! It's gone." Grinning she breezed past him and out of the room.

Archangel stared in horror at the machine, which seemed to give off an ominous light. Somewhere in the house the phone rang as the professor got the morning paper.

Fifteen days left . . .

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