Jacob Chabot deserves an award.

Gregg Shigiel has done competent work on this miniseries.  His introduction to the concept of new, ultra-cute, ultra-nice X-Babies as the former X-Babies’ antagonists was a brilliant turn, and he’s woven the Star Comics characters in cleverly.  But I’m not sure I actually read any of the words in this issue.  They’re all pretty standard fight dialogue.  The brilliance, here, lies in the art — specifically, in the babified appearance of every X-Men character ever.

I’m not exaggerating.  There’s one panel just filled with the Summers family — from Corsair to Vulcan to X-Man to Madelyne Pryor.  There’s another filled with every feral character, from Thorn and Feral to Wild Child to Daken.  There are panels of the New Mutants, Generation X, the Morlocks, and Pete Milligan’s X-Force/X-Statix.  There’s Fantomex and Xorn and Beak.  There’s Captain Britain and Meggan and Pete Wisdom.  There’s the current generation of kids, including Anole and Hisako and Pixie and the Stepford Cuckoos.  There’s Blink and Morph and Random.  There’s Maggot and Marrow.  There’s Strong Guy and Lila Cheney and Sammy the Fish Boy and Doop.  There are characters I, with my extensive knowledge of the X-books, STILL couldn’t identify.  I absolutely guarantee that if you have ever enjoyed a mutant character, they probably appear in these pages.  As a toddler.  I cannot even begin to fathom the amount of costume reference images Chabot must have needed.

This miniseries isn’t going to change the world.  But if Jacob Chabot doesn’t get more work because of this, it’ll be a terrible shame.