Pokewars: Part 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

{Finally}

We left off when Princess {rolls eyes} Misty’s planet was blown up. Now to Brock! DOOM!

 

Smash! Went the droids escape pod crashed into the planet. Planet Pewter’s surface was desolate of seemingly all life. As the two droids left they had a falling.

“Let’s go this way!” Traco said and pointed somewhere.

“Beep! Whirl, whirl, clunk,” [No this way] R-2-Toge2 said and gestured the exact opposite direction.

“I’m going this way!” Traco said and grumbled off.

“Beep, whirl, click,” [guess he forgot about my GPS] R-2-Toge2 mumbled to herself. {GPS stands for Galactic Positioning Satellite, NOT Global}

After a moments thought Traco remembered that R-2 did have a GPS. He quickly hurried after her.

As C-3-Traco hurried up to R-2 in a ditch shots came from the sides and the droids were disabled.

 

At the exact same moment the droids’ escape pod crashed, a young spiky-haired man was complaining loudly to his adopted mom Delia, and father Prof. Elm. (what?!) {WAHAHAHAHAHA} “Why do I have to stay here? I want to go to college where all the chicks are!! WAAAAAAA!!!!!!!”

Delia sighed and answered softly, “I know dear, but we really need the extra help on the farm.”

“We! We! We! That’s all I ever hear!! Why can’t it be about me!!! Besides what ARE we growing? ROCKS!!!!” the, errr, 20 year old man replied bitterly.

“Exactly!!!” shouted Elm in exuberance, “Now come my small-brained adopted offspring, I hear the Sandwas coming.” (Sandwas- Pokemon- Sandshrews Star Wars- Jawwas)

“Mmmmmm Sandwas…..” Brock drooled.

“NO! Remember what happened last time?” Elm said sternly to Brock.

“It was just a little bite,” Brock mumbled.

“Well come on now!” Elm yelled to Brock and left out the door.

Hurrying out he saw a number of droids gathered for sale.

“Hhgjkgwiui?” One of the Sandwas said to Elm.

“I know you can speak whatever it is I’m speaking,” Elm said back.

“Sorry. We have a special today buy one get one half off!” The Sandwa said.

“Errr,” Elm said observing a guillotine in the background. The Sandwas were known for their literalness. “No thanks.”

“Wow! Look at all the shiny stuff!” Brock said staring at a spoon. “I’ll take five!”

“We have plenty of those at home!” Elm yelled to stop Brock.

They got two droids one was C-3-Traco, and another was another droid that looked kinda like R-2 . That one blew up. You could see the mushroom cloud in the distance. The only droids left were Traco and R-2.

“Well I see these are the only ones left for purchasing so they are taken!” Elm said handing the Sandwa whatever it was they used for money and had Brock bring them to the garage to clean.

Brock wanting to take a shortcut just hosed them down, starting with R-2-Toge2. This caused her to short circuit and play Misty’s message.

“Do you have it now stupid robot? It’s playing! Help me Oake-Won-Kenobe, you’re my only hope. No, I don’t think Mewda is sane anymore, besides Oake-Won’s planet is closer.” That was the message played over and over till went completely insane and threw R-2 into the wall to shut it off. It worked but that made R-2 stumble like a drunk into the desert. Brock and Traco followed her in his hover car {I want a hover car!} but were delayed because Brock kept looking in the rearview mirror to see if he was looking good in case they came across a babe. In about thirty minutes Traco ripped the mirror out and started the car himself. They drove for another thirty minutes when they found her mumbling a beep or a whirl.

“Be careful of the Tusken Raiders Traco,” Brock said making a dive at R-2 in which he missed by about five feet.

Suddenly shots were fired from the top of the canyon hitting everything except Brock, Traco, the car, and R-2. They were surprised to see that the shooters were so bad that when they moved into a place that was being heavily fired at the firing stopped.

Just then one of Brock’s friends, “Ben” walked up and got R-2, made sure Traco and Brock were in the car and drove them away to his house. There he told him who he really was.

“I am not Ben, I am Oake-Won-Kenobe, a Jedi Master,” “Ben” said to Brock who was on a stool spinning.

“Really?” Brock asked stopping the spin and thinking that meant something.

“Yes,” Oake-Won said revealing his light saber and slicing down a stick of wood.

“Was that the support beam to the cave?” Brock asked suddenly remembering the message, “and you have a message.”

“No and what message?” Oake-Won answered and asked.

“Now how did I do it again?” Brock thought then remembered. He got up got a hose a showered R-2. After the message had been played enough Brock was about to throw R-2 into the wall again when Oake-Won calmly shut the message off.

“I know who she is. She is Princess Misty and we need to get to the city and quickly. Your adopted parents are probably dead,” Oake-Won said putting his hand on Brock’s shoulder.

“Okay,” Brock said heading to the car.

“Okay? Aren’t you traumatized?” Oake-Won asked catching up to Brock with the droids right behind him.

“Nope,” Brock answered getting in with the keys in his hand.

“Okay, here’s your light saber, it was your father’s,” Oake-Won said handing Brock the light saber.

“Cool! Didn’t Darth Vader kill my dad?” Brock asked putting the keys in the ignition with everyone in the car.

“No. He died of food poisoning from the food he ate while being imprisoned by Vader,” Oake-Won answered.

“The fiend! I will have revenge! But first, smoothies!” Brock said starting the car and bringing them to the city.

A.N. C/P here and Bookworm. I know it is strange and not quite like the movie but this from the minds who brought you those other things we write. And complete whako’s! {hits self on head with pickle}. What do you think Bookworm? Uhh……*drool*