The people are Marvel's. The bugs belong
to Milton Bradley.
Of Cooties and Dice
"C'mon baby!" Jean exclaimed, rolling the die in
her palm. A quick flick of her wrist sent the cube sailing
over the floor to land at Storm's bare foot.
Ororo glanced down at side of the die laying upwards. "Four,"
she announced, a slight smile on her lips. "And Rogue
has a two. I go first."
The die rattled around in her thin brown hands briefly before
being dropped back onto the carpeted floor. A six stared up
Jean pounced on the die, quickly taking it back into her
hand. "One!" she told the die sternly before letting
it roll. The die obviously had different ideas as it mimicked
Ororo's turn and landed on a six.
'Now, watch the master!" Rogue proclaimed grandly as
she plucked up the die. She sent it rolling. "Damn
it!" she pouted when the die came to a stop. She hadn't
had more luck than the others.
Jean and Ororo both grinned at the petulant expression on
Rogue's face before turning back to the more serious matters
at hand -- getting a Cootie body.
The die passed between them two more times before the sought
after one finally landed on Storm's turn. She took the small,
plastic blue Cootie body triumphantly.
"Ok, no more games!" Jean grinned as she let the
die fly once again.
Several minutes later, the three women were down to the last
moments of the game. They were neck in neck, each of
them missing two Cootie legs each. The tension in the air
was almost unbearable as each of them tried her best to roll
that oh so desired six.
"Five!" Rogue howled indignantly. "I didn't
get any fives when I wanted them, and now I can't stop rolling
them!" She glared at the offensive die angrily.
"Calm down, Rogue," Jean told the highly exasperated
woman. "This is only a game, after all." The die
spun out of her hand. "Yes! I got a six! Woo Hoo!"
Jean shrieked, grabbing at one of the yellow Cootie legs.
"Remember Jean, it's only a game," Ororo reminded
her as Jean eagerly connected the limb to her Cooties body.
"You're just upset that my Cootie is cuter than your
Cootie!" Jean replied, cradling her nearly complete plastic
bug in her hand. Her motion sent it's eyes tumbling out and
Rogue burst into laughter as Jean scrounged around the carpet
looking for them.
Another few minutes, Ororo's Cootie was proudly displayed
before the other two women. "I win!" she announced.
"You got lucky this time," Rogue replied. She looked
at her own lopsided Cootie, still missing its last leg. "Why
don't we see it that luck lasts another round."
"Are you finished in here?" Xavier asked from the
doorway. He peeked into the room, quickly taking in the completed
(or nearly so) forms of the Cooties resting on the floor.
"Not yet," Jean answered quickly. "We're going
up for another round." She turned back to her Cootie
and quickly pulled it apart, readying for another game.
Xavier sighed and backed out of the room. Those three had
been playing Cootie for the last hour.
"Are they done yet?" Wolverine growled anxiously
as Xavier came into view.
"Not yet," Charles sighed again. "They're
going onto another round."
"That's it!" Gambit exclaimed suddenly, his eyes
narrowing. "Next time, we get the Cooties before they
The men nodded as a cry of "C'mon One!" rang out
into the hall.
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