X-Men #47:
Big Trouble in Little
Italy!
Li'l Gambit: Cyclops? Archangel and Bishop and me are still a petite unclear on
your strat'gy.
Li'l Bishop: I'll say! What is it we're supposed to do
again?
Li'l Cyclops: Thimple.
Run!
Li'l Rogue: "Run?" Really?
That's how ya get t'be leader? By coming up with "Run"?!
Li'l Archangel: Great idea, Cyclops -- but what happens when we run out o' room!
Li'l Bishop: Indeedy doo doo.
Li'l Rogue: Cheeze Wiz.
Ah coulda said "Run"!
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Li'l Cyclops: Back to plan A, everyone:
Run!
Li'l Gambit: No offense, mon ami, but I beginnin' to t'ink ya only got
de one plan!
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Phoenix: "Storm," "Iceman"...that is enough!
We're not going to learn anything if you two are going to resort to name-calling.
Li'l Storm: He started it, Phoenix!
Li'l Iceman: Did not
-- White Hair!
Li'l Storm: See! He called me "White Hair!"
Iceman: *sigh*
All these years as an X-Man...
...fighting to protect a world that hates and fears us...
...and I come to this:
Bobby Drake, super-powered babysitter?
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Li'l Iceman: Gog and
MaGog want to kill us.
Li'l Storm: Pwease, Iceman and Phoenix...we don't want
to be kilded.
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Watching the real Bishop and Gambit battle
Gog and MaGog...
Li'l Rogue: Ouch.
Li'l Cyclops: C'mon, guyth! Get up!
Li'l Bishop: Go, me! Go!
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Li'l Cyclops: Hey, we can't let them rithk their liveth
jutht on account of uth!
We gotta take a thtand!
I mean, are we X-Men or X-Mithe?
Li'l Gambit: Well, technically we're X-Bab--
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Li'l Bishop: Hey, loser...
...don't mess with the X-Men.
Even the little ones.
Li'l Gambit: 'Specially the little ones.
The X-Babies return in Pint-Sized X-Babies #1