The Team

The Team

“What’s this supposed to be?” Harry asked looking at the sticky note his little brother, Tim, had just stuck on his shirt.

“They’re our badges! See they have a big X on em.”

“Why an X?”

“We’re the X-Men!”

“Like in the comics?”

“Huh?”

“X-Men... or the movies X-Men?”

“No, just us, our club, I made it up.”

“You can’t use X-Men, it’s taken.”

“What? Somebody ‘owns’ X-Men...?” Tim said sarcastically.

“Actually, yes. I’m pretty sure it’s copyrighted.”

“Oh... I didn’t know that.” he tore off the badge.

“How about Super...?

“Don’t you ever read comics, or a book even?”

“Well, what can we be then?”

“Why do we have to be anything; we’re just cleaning our room.”

It’s more fun this way!

“You can be an entire circus and it won’t be more ‘fun’ to clean this pigsty” Harry said, looking around.

“Pig Men!!!” Perfect! Tim yelled, and began scribbling on the sticky notes.

Tim rolled his eyes, looking around the room again, and said, “We’ll, at least it’s accurate.”