X-Men: Evolution

Touchdown! Touchdown!

Touchdown! Touchdown!

- Yeah! -B-B-B-A-Y-V-V-I-L-L-E,

Go Bayville!

B-B-B-A-Y-V-V-I-L-L-E, Go Bayville!

Yeah!

Blue 22! Blue 22! Hut! Hut!

Touchdown! Touchdown!

- -

Touchdown, Bayville!

Hey, Jean, did you get that for the yearbook?

No. This one's for my personal collection.

- - Duncan Matthews

does it again, this time with quarterback keeper.

The Bayville Hawks seem to have this one wrapped up

with time running out.

Hey, look at that. Tolansky's at it again.

- -Oh, man. That's unbelievable.

Looks like the Hawks are a shoo-in for the playoffs.

Hey, coach. Could we be excused for a second?

Y-Yeah, yeah. Just hustle back.

We're kidding.

- This is gonna be great. -Great, man.

-Oh, man. My cash. -Huh?

Hey, check it. Looks like someone's taking up a collection.

Wow, should we call the cops?

Hold that option open.

- -

Got another one. Whoa!

- - Well, hey.

If it ain't Toady Tolansky picking up a little spare change.

Uh, hi, Duncan. Look, I can explain.

-Let's crush him, Dunc! - Let's not, Dunc.

Just chill. The wallets are still there.

How about we have him give back the cash? No harm done.

Yeah, yeah. See? Here's the money.

What do you care about this scuzzo, Summers?

Not much, but I'm not crazy about three against one either.

So, how about we settle this peacefully?

I think me and my buds are gonna squash this slime ball,

so you and your stupid sunglasses at night can just bail.

- -

- I said, knock it off! - Hey!

- -Hey!

He's getting away!

Big mistake, Summers.

- -

Scott? No!

- -Scott!

Hmm. It's too hot to touch,

at least with my hands.

You OK?

Jean. Oh, wow. I--

Shh. I know.

Look, you'd better split.

Take it easy, son. Try not to move.

What happened here?

Um, my head. Can't remember.

Concussion. He's been hit hard.

Hmm.

Looks to me like...

Hmm? Uh, of course.

Must have been a leak in that propane tank.

Duncan, are you all right?

Hey, Jean. Yeah. You know me. Skull like concrete. Ow.

Oh. You poor baby.

Uh, thanks. Really, you know?

Yeah.

- -

Things are under control for now,

but we better hurry. We've got a train to catch.

- Kurt? - That's not Kurt.

This is.

Hmm. Trouble at home.

You... you want that paper?

- -That's why I'm holding it, bub.

Bottle of water, too. Cold.

Warm weather we're having for this time of year.

- -Huh?

Recycle that, will you?

Ah, give it up, Jean.

It's hopeless.

- -I'll be done in a second.

Come on. We're gonna be late.

-Almost done! -Look, you want me to

-blow this door... down? -So, are we going or what?

We're heading out, professor.

Just a moment, you two. Come here.

I'd like you to meet someone.

This is Kurt Wagner.

He arrived late last night.

Hey, Kurt. This is Jean. I'm Scott. How you doing?

Kurt, you're among friends here.

Hello.

I was just telling Kurt

how I set up this institute for gifted youngsters.

Youngsters whose gifts are not always an asset. Right, Scott?

Uh, so you heard about last night?

Difficult not to. It was on all the news channels.

It was a bad situation, and there was an accident.

I'm sorry.

I know. Fortunately no one was badly hurt,

and the true cause was not discovered. But you must be more careful, Scott.

Come on, professor! I'm packing a bazooka behind each eyeball!

What do you want from me?

Control, Scott. That's what you're here to learn.

That's why you're all here.

Scott's eyes emit a destructive optic blast beam.

Cool.

How about you, Kurt?

Got a special gift that brought you here?

Maybe.

-Wow. -Wow.

I'll be helping Kurt get settled in. We can talk more tonight.

Mr. Tolansky.

Oh, excuse me a moment while I open a window.

There. Now, Toad,

shall we talk about your new friend, Scott Summers?

What about him? He's cool. Heck, if it wasn't for him,

them jocks would've stomped my skull flat.

Yes, well...

Summers, as you've noticed, has special powers.

There are others like him.

We need to know more. Much more.

Oh, look. I don't want--

Silence! You'll do as you're told!

Understand?

Whoa.

This bedroom is mine?

Of course, Kurt.

That's why your parents sent you to us.

Because they knew you would be happy here.

Happy? How can I be happy when I look like this?

I scare people.

Hmm. I have a surprise for you, Kurt.

Put this on.

- -I don't believe it!

I... I'm normal.

Of course you're normal, Kurt, but not because of that machine.

Storm is right, Kurt.

Normal is what you truly are.

Never think otherwise.

This is just a disguise.

A disguise so that you'll not be persecuted

by those who do not understand your gifts.

I understand, professor. But nonetheless, you rule!

Hey, see you in the cafeteria.

Just grabbing my lunch. Save me a seat.

-Yo, Summers. - Huh?

What's up?

-That's quite a jump. -Like it?

Surprised you could see it through them smokies of yours.

Here, let me help.

Hey!

What's the matter, Summers?

Afraid to... open your eyes?

Obviously we both know what'll happen if I do.

Now give me back my shades before I go nuclear on you.

You got it.

Well, as you can see, you and me, we got something in common.

Yeah, now we're both slimy.

Nope. I mean we ain't like other people.

-And your point is? -I just want to talk.

You know, get to know each other better.

You know,

maybe do lunch.

-I'll think about it. -Sure.

You think about it, Summers. I got other stuff to do.