A/N: I apologize SO MUCH for the delay in posting this chapter. The reason for it was that I wrote chapter 4 when I was feeling depressed and the whole chapter came out full of angst and pain and stuff and I really didn’t like it so I decided to just scrap it and start chapter 4 again. And I’ve been reading a load of Tolkien, Orwell and Douglas Adams (Lord of the Rings, Animal Farm and The Hitch-Hiker’s Guide are the best books ever! Read them!) over Easter, so blame them for the delay also. Blame the addictiveness of Pokémon Channel too. Blame your computer. Blame that tree over there. Blame anyone. Just not me.
This was a challenge from Sarah the Swinub, but not a phrase-full one like my other challenges. This one is fuuuuun. I have to cram into one chapter as many movie clichés as I can. I don’t have a clue how many I’ll manage, but I’ll leave you with the fun of spotting them all! Have fun ^^
Dedication: Sarah the Swinub, for the challenge, and Emerald Milotic, Miaka, Miki, Itzu and Charmander and Pichu for their reviews! I really appreciate it guys!
Disclaimer: I don’t own Pokémon, or any of the (many, many) movies I’ve stolen scenes, characters, situations, lines, etc from.
I wonder what would happen if the companies from every single movie I’ve stolen from in this fic tried to sue me… I doubt even Bill Gates could survive that.
--- Movie Rip-off Time! ---
Sarah the
Marshtomp was sleeping peacefully in her bed. She was having a nice dream, one
about her fantasy world, “toothpaste land”. She smiled in her sleep, seeing all
the cheeses run free in the purple afternoon air. Then suddenly she was woken
up by a buzzing noise coming from the other end of her room. Assuming it was
Sianne, she just mumbled “go away Sianne” as grumpily as she could, though she
did see the sunlight seeping through the curtains so she guessed it was
probably time to get up anyway. The buzzing continued so Sarah opened her eyes
slowly and rolled over in bed to see if there was anyone in her room. The door
was closed and the only source of light other than the faint glimmer coming
through her curtains was that emanating from her computer’s screen.
Wait a sec; her computer screen?
She never left her computer on overnight. She stepped sleepily out of bed and
walked over to the computer. On closer inspection she found that it was indeed
the computer that was making the noise. She was about to pull the power cord
when a message came on screen.
WAKE
UP, SARAH.
“I am awake.” Sarah said,
irritated.
FOLLOW THE
WHITE RABBIT.
“What rabbit?” said Sarah, looking
around to see if a rabbit had entered her bedroom and had turned on her
computer.
THE MATRIX
HAS YOU.
“Matrix? Oh, that was the coolest
movie! I loved it!” Sarah said happily, “I like the Oracle best! And all the
Agent Smiths! Yeah, that scene in Matrix Reloaded with the millions of Agent
Smiths… and then later on with the Key Maker. I liked the Key Maker. I didn’t
see why he had to die, though. The ghost twin thingies were really cool and
stuff, how they could turn into ghosts any time they wanted to; oh, and then
there was-”
SARAH?
“Yeah?” Sarah said, turning from
her ramble to the computer screen again.
SHUT UP.
“Fine! If that’s your attitude!”
Sarah said angrily and pulled the power cord on her computer. The message
vanished from the screen. “Good,” she said, dropping the cord to the floor.
“Now for some breakfast.” And with that she made her way downstairs.
“Oh
no.” said Blaise from the kitchen.
“What is it?” asked Wilber,
pecking at his morning bowl of millet and crushed iodine block.
“We’re out of milk.” Blaise replied,
pushing aside the out-of-date opened cans of stuff and moldy blocks of cheese
around the back of the fridge to check that there wasn’t any that she hadn’t
seen. “Nope. No milk at all.”
“I guess we’d better go and get
some then, before everyone else gets up and wants something to put on their
cornflakes.” Wilber said, finishing his seed and taking his bowl out to the
kitchen.
“Yeah.” Blaise agreed. “If we go
now we can get the bus into Lilycove and get some there.”
“That’s a good idea.” Wilber
nodded.
“Okay, just let me grab some
bread…” Blaise took a pitta from the bread bin on the sideboard. “Okay, let’s
go.”
Blaise and Wilber strolled down to
the bus stop, chatting happily and Blaise was holding the pitta just above her
forehead, toasting it. The reached the bus stop and waited for about three
minutes before the bus arrived. They climbed aboard and Wilber paid the driver,
a Kecleon, 200 Poké-Yen-Whatevers and took two seats near the front. Blaise
began eating her pitta while Wilber took the window seat and stared out of the
glass. He watched the fields and trees of Fortree change into the buildings and
shops of Lilycove (metaphorically). They were nearing their destination when
suddenly there was a loud “click” sound from nowhere. After a look from the
Kecleon driver, a Skarmory sitting by Blaise stood up and began opening the
overhead lockers. Then the Skarmory screamed.
“Aaarrrgghhh!” she yelled, reeling
backwards and flying to avoid falling over, “There’s a bomb on the bus!”
“What?” another passenger, a
Breloom, shouted, standing up and looking at the parcel shelf in horror. All
the other passengers were staring at each other in fear, their faces white.
“Let me see.” said an Electrode
from the back of the bus, rolling forward to take a closer look, “I’m an expert
at bombs.”
The Pokémon on the bus waited with
baited breath as the Electrode inspected the bomb. The Kecleon was about to
pull over into a lay-bye when suddenly the Electrode shouted. “No! If this bus’
speed goes under 50 kilometers an hour; it’ll explode!”
Pandemonium ensued. Everyone got
out of their seats and began running around like lunatics. There was a Cleffa
sitting with her older sister, a Clefable and she burst into tears, scared of
everyone’s yelling. Blaise turned to look at Wilber, her face pale. Wilber
looked around at everyone screaming and shouting and then fluttered to the
front of the bus to talk to the driver, who was trying to drive along a small
road at 50KPH and prevent having a nervous breakdown at the same time.
“Keep driving!” Wilber said
urgently.
“I don’t plan on stopping!” the
Kecleon yelled back through gritted teeth and whilst sweatdropping like crazy,
having to overtake all the slower vehicles on the road, which was a road where
you weren’t supposed to overtake people.
“AAARRRGGHHH!” Blaise screamed,
running up and down the aisle and screaming her head off.
“Blaise!” Wilber shouted, trying
to get her attention.
“AAAAAAARRRRRGHHHHHH!” Blaise
continued to scream.
“BLAISE!” Wilber yelled.
“WHAT?” Blaise yelled back,
stopping running but yelling at the same volume as she had been screaming.
“What do you think we should do?”
“CONTINUE SCREAMING!
AAAAAAARRRRRGHHHHHH!” Blaise then began running up and down again, holding her
head and screaming as loudly as she could.
“Blaise?” Wilber said as calmly as
he could under the circumstances.
“YES?” Blaise shouted.
“THAT DOESN’T HELP!” screamed
Wilber, leaping in the air and flapping his stubby wings to keep himself
airborne.
“SURE IT DOES!”
“AAARRRGGHHH!” came a scream from
behind them.
“What?” Blaise and Wilber both
said, spinning around to see a pale-faced Furret pointing out of the
windscreen.
“Look!”
Wilber and Blaise both turned
their heads fearfully ahead where they saw a huge blue and white dragon-like
creature flying across the road. They were about to collide with it. It turned
its head and then opened its eyes wide. It saw a huge bus coming towards it at
about 55 kmph and it showed no signs of stopping or even slowing down. Then,
suddenly, the bus and the dragon-creature began shining with a bright purple
light. Blaise, Wilber and everyone else on the bus closed their eyes and braced
for the hit…
“Wilber!
Wilber!”
“Murgh?” Wilber mumbled
incoherently.
“Wake up Wilber!” Blaise’s voice
sounded anxious.
“Huh… Waitasec!” Wilber shouted
suddenly, sitting bolt upright, “This isn’t Kansas!”
“Kansas? What on earth are you
talking about?” Blaise looked at Wilber, wondering if he had hit his head
harder than she thought after Latios had made their bus levitate in order to
miss him and then made the bomb vaporize harmlessly. Wilber had been standing
in the aisle so he fell forwards and hit his head on a seat and blacked out for
a bit. Everyone was all right though, most sitting around waiting for a friend
or relative to come and pick them up, some looking over to see if the Pudgy
Pidgey was alright.
“But the Good Witch of the East
got me back to Kansas!” Wilber insisted.
“It was just a dream, Wilber.”
Blaise said calmly.
“But it was so real! And you
were there!” he said deliriously, pointing to Blaise, “and you were
there!” he pointed to the Kecleon driver, “and even you bunch of insignificant
Pokémon who are only in the story for the sake of being on the bus for the “The
Bus That Couldn’t Slow Down” rip-off, you were there too!”
The random Pokémon looked insulted.
Loanlee
sat down at the table noiselessly. She put down her Thick Club, picked up her
spoon and began eating her cereal. She was just taking a mouthful of cornflakes
when suddenly she bit down on something hard. It really hurt her teeth and she
could feel her eyes welling up with tears because of the pain. She glanced up
and saw Hypello talking animatedly to Hlin. She couldn’t let them see her
crying so she dropped her spoon, grabbed her Club and ran upstairs into her
room. The moment she got into her room, she shut the door and locked it. Then
she sat on her bed and howled. She cried loudly for about ten minutes,
screaming about the unfairness of it all and how all her teeth were probably
going to fall out and then her mouth would get infected and she would die and
so on. Then she spat out the hard thing, which was still in her mouth. She
carefully lifted off her skull helmet and opened her mouth wide, still
hiccoughing because she had cried so much. She felt around her mouth to see if
she had chipped any of her teeth. After running her hand around the inside of
her mouth twice, she decided that she hadn’t. She carefully put her helmet back
on and then walked over to the thing she had hurt her mouth on.
It was a ring. Stupid, evil free
gift from the stupid, evil cereal company. She picked it up carefully and
examined it. Looking it over, she could see no markings on it, not even dents
from where she had bitten it. Loanlee then put it on her helmet so on one horn
she had the ragged pink ribbon she always wore, and on the other side she had
the ring. She unlocked the door, picked her Club off the bed and wandered
downstairs again.
“Where’d you get the ring,
Loanlee?” Hypello asked on her arrival back in the dining room.
Loanlee shrugged and sat down to
her unfinished bowl of cornflakes. She pushed them around the side of the bowl
with her spoon. They had gone all soggy. Life sucked. Loanlee stood up again
and went over to the drain to throw away her mushy breakfast. On her way, she
accidentally stood on the tip of Hlin’s tail. She suddenly felt as if her foot
was on fire and, looking down, she saw that it was. She leaped about three
meters into the air, waving her arms about. Unfortunately, one of her arms was
holding her Thick Club and she managed to hit Hlin over the head with it. Hlin,
while having much more self-control than Sianne (who would use Thunderbolt
because a fly landed on her nose), couldn’t help but use Flamethrower. The pain
coursing through her head was unbearable and Hlin’s short-tempered natural
Charizard instinct kicked in, so she opened her mouth and unleashed the biggest
Flamethrower she could. The fiery attack hit Loanlee, who was still screaming
because of the pain in her foot, with full force. While her outer skull
protected her from the majority of the fire, her shoulders and arms were
scalded. Loanlee then began running around the dining room, screeching at the
top of her lungs.
“Sarah! Sarah!” Hypello
yelled, seeing the pain Loanlee was in, before making a snowball to serve as an
icepack to put on Hlin’s bruise. Sarah appeared at the door and saw Loanlee
tearing around the room, screaming.
“Loanlee! What on earth is the
matter?” Sarah shouted, getting no response from Loanlee but more screams.
“She accidentally made Hlin use
Flamethrower on her!” Hypello said quickly, “use a light Water Gun!”
“Right!” Sarah said before drawing
back her head and then firing a light jet of water over the frenzied Marowak.
Loanlee felt her skin cool
immediately. She then began feeling the pain of the water hitting her skin and
jumped out of the way of Sarah’s attack. She grabbed her Thick Club and ran
back up to her room, still crying.
“Sheesh... talk about
over-sensitive… Hlin, are you okay?”
“I’ll be alright” Hlin said though
a swollen jaw and examining her head in Kerrigan’s mirror that was left by the
table, “I’ve got bruises on my jaw and upper cranium. No danger of a concussion
or long-term injures. It’ll hurt for a couple of days though.”
“That’s good to know.” Sarah
sighed.
“Hey! What’s that on the floor?”
Hypello said, pointing his snout in the direction of something sparkly lying on
the floor about three feet from Hlin. Sarah went over to pick it up.
“It’s a ring!” she exclaimed.
“That would be Loanlee’s. She was
wearing it on her skull when she came down. I guess it must have fallen off.”
Hypello said.
“What do these mean?” Sarah asked,
holding the ring up.
“These?” Hypello strained his eyes
to see. Even though he had been blessed with eyes, something one in a million
Swinub had, he was still a little shortsighted.
“These markings.” Sarah said,
looking at the ring carefully, “they’re really pretty. I think it might be some
kind of language!”
“Let me see,” Hlin continued
holding Hypello’s icepack on her head but walked over to Sarah. She peered down
at the ring in Sarah’s hands. “Very interesting.” she said slowly, “it is
a language.”
“What kind?” Hypello asked,
intrigued.
“I can’t remember, it’s been a
long time since I’ve seen these kind of markings anywhere. I could try and
translate it for you though.”
“That would be great!” Sarah and
Hypello choused.
“Okay… I think it’s like this…
‘One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all
and in the darkness bind them.’”
“What do you think that means?”
asked Hypello.
“I have no idea.” Hlin replied
truthfully.
“I’ll just chuck it out. It’s just
one of those cereal thingies that change color when you warm it.” said Sarah,
taking the ring over to the bin, “I want some cornflakes.”
Sianne
was, as usual, the last to get up. It was not so much out of laziness (though
that did play a part) but because she was so hyperactive during the day that at
night her body had to rest because Sianne’s Raichu body just physically
couldn’t take 24 hours of leaping around insanely.
She fell out of bed at about 11AM
and stumbled into the bathroom. She had a quick shower and then leaped out,
hyper as ever. She ran downstairs and was about to go into the kitchen and
through to the dining room when she noticed a note on the doormat.
“Ooohhh! Post!” she squealed and
bounced over to it. She picked it up and looked at it. On it was written just
seven words, written in some kind of blood-red ink. Or was it really blood?
“Hmm… ‘I know what you did last
summer’…” Sianne read the note carefully. Then her face paled and she began
sweating. “Oh no!” she yelled, “Someone must have seen me raid that
Nutri-Grain truck! Oh dear pie! It was an accident! The Vertical Pies made me
do it!” She leant closer to the note, trying to see any sign of who it was
from. Then she suddenly realized what the note was actually written in “Oh dear
pie!” she screamed again, “I’ve been wanting a cherry-scented gel-pen for ages!
I wonder where they got it?” with that she put the note in the bin and
proceeded to wreak havoc on the Pokémon eating breakfast.
Luke
was sitting in the living room, engrossed in his book, “Tortilla Flats” (a darn
good book) when suddenly the doorbell rang. Seeing as he was in the room
closest to the front door, he put his Espeon bookmark to save his page and went
to answer the door.
He opened the door and saw two
elderly-looking people, a man and a woman, and also a younger woman.
“Um, can I help?” Luke asked the
younger woman.
“She can’t talk. She is a mute.”
The elderly lady explained, “Ever since the realized we were dead, she hasn’t
said a word. We were wondering if we could work in this house. The times I
spent here were the best in my life…”
“I really think you’ve got the
wrong house,” said Luke, far too polite to point them in the direction of the
Mauville mental hospital, “This house was built about three months ago, after
Sianne completely destroyed it, so we had to re-build it. Well, Dracoru rebuilt
it, at least. Anyway, are you sure you’ve got the right place?” Luke looked up and saw that the three people
had vanished. “Huh? Where’d they go?” He rubbed his eye and looked around.
There was nobody. Puzzled, he shut the door, retuned to his chair in the living
room and continued reading.
“I’ll
be back soon!” Kerrigan yelled to no one in particular. She shut the front door
behind her and made her way into the Fortree market, up by the thickest trees.
She loved market day; there were so many pretty things for sale and it was all
so cheap, too! She climbed the ladder up one of the tallest trees and walked
along the creaky bridges that enabled people to get from one tree to another.
Creaky as they were, Kerrigan had lived by Fortree all her life and had
complete faith in them. After a little more walking the treetops, Kerrigan
found the place where the markets were held on Thursdays, in the biggest oak
trees in the whole of Fortree where people from miles around flocked to buy the
amazing things for sale there. Kerrigan looked around at the stalls. Some of
them were ones that sold food; she looked hungrily at the chocolate-selling
stall as she remembered she was on a diet and then saw another food stall. The
human behind the counter showed her his large display of fresh meat. Kerrigan
wrinkled her nose in disgust. Just because she was a Dark type didn’t mean she
sunk as low as eating animal flesh! That was something that only humans and the
most unscrupulous of Pokémon did.
Kerrigan hurried past the stalls
selling dolls and plants, the ones selling trainers items and Pokéballs, and
then she came to her favorite part of the market; the beauty stalls. Each stall
had on display amazing clothes and jewelry. Kerrigan’s eyes glittered almost as
much as the little diamonds in the rings and necklaces on display. She looked
around for something that would suit her perfectly. She glanced around and saw
a stall she was unfamiliar with, which was odd since Kerrigan came to the
market every Thursday. She looked at the things laid out on the table. There
were pairs of golden earrings, amazing jewels, golden goblets, bronze statues
and many other amazing things besides. But one thing caught Kerrigan’s eye; an
old medallion on a chain. It looked rather old, but it was amazing and made of
solid gold.
“Excuse me,” Kerrigan said to the
human behind the counter. He was old and looked very bedraggled, his face
hidden by a large hat but Kerrigan didn’t notice; most of the time she was too
taken up with how she looked to bother looking at anyone else, “How much is
this?”
“The medallion?” he questioned,
leaning forwards. Kerrigan failed to notice that he had just one eye because
she was gazing intently at the medallion, “Arg… about 2,000 yen, methinks.”
“Only 2,000?” Kerrigan repeated,
amazed at how cheap it was, “I’ll take it!” so she happily handed over the
money to the strange man, took the medallion and put it around her neck. She
looked closer at it and saw that it had a skull and crossbones impressed on it,
but she didn’t really mind that it was creepy. She strutted proudly around the
rest of the market, stopping only to buy some yogurt-covered raisins. After
eating them, she began making her way home. She climbed carefully down the
ladder, something very hard to do with four legs, especially ones as thin as an
Absol’s, and walked across the fields and back to The Lair of Insanity. On her
way, she felt like someone was following her. She stopped and turned around,
but saw nobody there. After walking for another three or four minutes, she
noticed that there was someone behind her; she could see their shadow.
It was a human, she decided, or a human-shaped Pokémon. She suddenly stopped
and whirled around, her dark blade gleaming. She saw a male human standing
there, and he jumped when he saw Kerrigan growling at him.
“What do you want?” she demanded.
“’Scuse me miss… but I was
wonderin’ if you could hand me over that medallion there.” He said in the same
accent as the human who had sold her the medallion in the first place.
“No!” Kerrigan said, outraged, “It’s
mine!”
“It belongs,” said the human,
getting angry, “to the Black Pearl!”
“The black what? Oh, go away. Go
get your own necklace.”
“You are not leaving,” he said,
“until you give me that medallion!”
A couple of Slash attacks later,
the human lay sprawled on the ground with red marks over his face.
“Humph.” Kerrigan remarked before
trotting back home.
“How
do you type so fast?”
”Sianne, please, I’m trying to write, here!”
“But it’s so fun! I want a
computer! You have one! Sarah has one! Dracoru has one! Why can’t I?” Sianne
moaned.
”We’ll get you one later,” Hlin promised, exasperated, “please, Sianne,
just leave me in peace! I don’t want to be mean, but I really don’t like people
reading what I’m writing over my shoulder!”
“What does this do?” Sianne asked,
pointing at the “Reset” button.
“Don’t touch it!” Hlin yelled,
grabbing Sianne’s paw in order to stop her pressing it, “I haven’t saved!”
“Then what does this do?” she
pointed at the “Esc” key on the keyboard.
“It’s the ‘escape’ key. Don’t
touch that either!”
“What about this?”
”That’s ‘Caps Lock’.”
“And this?”
“That’s ‘F1’.”
“And this?”
“That’s ‘F2’.”
“And this?”
”That’s ‘F3’, infidel!”
“Ooohh… what about THAT one?”
Sianne said eagerly, pointing at a red button just below the monitor.
“I’m… not really sure what that
does.” Hlin admitted.
“Let’s find out!” Sianne said
happily, pushing it.
“NO!” Hlin yelled, too late.
There was a slight rumble before
the CD drive on the computer disappeared and in its place there was a large hole.
“You idiot! Look at what you’ve
done!” Hlin moaned, mourning the injury to her beloved computer.
“Ooo… look!”
“What now?” Hlin groaned.
“A Pokéball!” Sianne pointed
eagerly.
“A Pokéball?” Hlin looked and saw
a whole stream of Pokéballs come pouring out of the hole in her computer.
“ACK!”
“Hey, cool!” Sianne yelled
happily, “That must have connected to Dannichu’s storage system and sent over
all her Pokémon!”
“All?” repeated Hlin faintly,
before realizing what Sianne was about to do, “NO! SIANNE!”
“Wheee!” Sianne sang happily,
throwing all the Pokéballs in the air, causing all the Pokémon in them to burst
forth.
“SIANNE!” Hlin screamed
“What?” Sianne asked, looking at
all the Pokémon materialize in front of their eyes. “Hey! Souriee!” Sianne then
ran over to the Pikachu that has just materialized, “How’re you doing?”
“Sianne!” said the hyper Pikachu
happily
“Wheee!” sang Sianne again,
throwing all the Pokéballs in the air.
“Sianne! Stop it!” Hlin yelled.
“Why?” Sianne asked, throwing two
Repeatballs into the air, making them hit the light fixture before falling to
the ground and releasing Aries, Dannichu’s Ampharos and Hekla the Camerupt.
“You can’t let all of them out!”
Hlin shouted, her face white.
“Why?” Sianne said, barely paying
attention and juggling with about eight Pokéballs, every time she dropped one
it would burst open and discharge another Pokémon.
“Because the house isn’t big
enough!”
“But it’s so fun!” Sianne shouted
with glee, throwing all ten Pokéballs she was holding in the air, letting loose
ten, mercifully relatively small, Pokémon.
“You’ve got to stop it! Now!” Hlin
had to scream at the top of her voice in order to be heard over the talking of
all the Pokémon now in the room.
“Wheee!” either Sianne didn’t hear
or didn’t care, probably a mixture of both, because she just grabbed as many
Pokéballs as she could, signaled to Souriee to do the same and they ran out
into the front garden.
”No!” Hlin cried, but it was too late. The Pikachu and Raichu threw every
Pokéball, Lureball, Ultraball and Nestball they were holding and set free about
thirty Pokémon in the front garden. It was a miracle they were outside because
some of the Pokémon released were huge.
“Oh pie…” Hlin wailed. Riptide the
Gyrados, Connie the Sceptile, Dust the Rhydon, Kiwi the Meganium, Pacific the
Lapras… this was getting way out of hand.
Sianne turned her head and
motioned to Souriee to run back into the house, leaving a load of Pokéballs and
confused Pokémon in the garden for Hlin to deal with. Souriee was hyper and
delighted to be back and to cause trouble with his best friend. They ran back
into Hlin’s room, which was extremely crowded with all the Pokémon they had
released earlier, though most of them were making themselves at home and
wandering into the other rooms. A scream from upstairs confirmed that Adrian
the Banette had found Sparky’s room.
Finding this game just too fun to
stop, Sianne and Souriee grabbed yet more Pokéballs and chucked them across the
room, releasing all the Pokémon inside.
“Sianne! Souriee! Stop this now!”
Hlin panted, trying to get into her room through the door but finding it hard
to get past all the Mudkip in the doorway. “I never knew Dannichu had all this
Mudkip.”
“Chloe! Ollie! Marcus! Jake!
Mary!” came Sarah’s voice from behind Hlin; “I haven’t seen you in ages!”
“What?” Hlin asked in confusion,
“My cousins! All bred from Alex’s
Swampert and Azumarill! There are eighteen of them, if I remember correctly!”
Sarah said delightedly.
“This can’t be happening.” Hlin
moaned.
“Wow! Sleet!” Sarah exclaimed
happily, seeing the Walrein materialize in Hlin’s bedroom.
Hlin decided now was a good time
to get Terra and Dracoru; Dracoru had at least some control over Sianne.
“Yay!” Sianne shouted in jubilation,
“Dannichu’s Wingull collection!”
“You mean all of them?” asked
Sarah
“Yup!” Sianne said, releasing all
twenty Wingull at once.
“Why does she need so many?”
Souriee wondered
“Ever since she saw that guy with
all the Wingull in his house, Dannichu was determined to outdo him and went
around catching as many Wingull as she could.” Sarah explained, “She has a
whole box of them.” (A/N: It’s true!)
All the Wingull flew up and landed
in a neat row on Hlin’s curtain rail.
“Mine,” said one.
“Mine mine,” agreed another.
“Mine! Mine!” shouted a third.
Pretty soon all twenty Wingull
were shouting “Mine!” as loudly as they could.
“I can’t take much more of this…”
Hlin moaned, grabbing all the Pokéballs on the floor and recalling all the
Wingull.
Kerrigan
was walking happily home from the market, pleased with her new medallion. But
as she drew nearer to the house, she noticed all the Pokémon on the lawn. Then
she yelled.
“Aaaahhh!” came Kerrigan’s scream
from outside.
“What now?” Hlin groaned, running
outside clutching all the Wingull‘s Pokéballs.
“What is it, Kerri?” she asked once she was outside.
“Look!” Kerrigan pointed to the
outside of the house. Hlin’s face paled. Stramsted, Dannichu’s Vigoroth, was
climbing the house from the outside.
“Get down!” Hlin yelled. Stramsted
ignored her and continued climbing. He was about four floors up, by Nwacha and
Sparky’s room and was gaining speed. “You could fall!” she tried again, but
with no effect.
“What should we do?” Kerrigan asked
in panic.
“I’ll fly up and see if I can make
him climb down.” Hlin put all the Wingull Pokéballs carefully on the floor and
flew over to where Stramsted was climbing.
“Get down! You could fall!” Hlin
yelled.
Stramsted tried to swat her away
with his claws, but Hlin pre-empted his attack and dodged.
“Get down now, idiot!”
“Recall all of them now.”
“Do I have to?”
“If you want to continue breathing.”
“You’re not one to make death
threats Hlin!” said Sarah, coming out of the house, talking to her Mudkip
cousins.
“I’m not. I’m saying what Dannichu
would say, were she here.”
Sianne opened her mouth to argue,
before realizing Hlin was right. She grudgingly picked up all the Pokéballs
littering the floor and recalled all the Pokémon on the lawn, sending them back
to Zizzo’s laboratory, where they were all looked after.
“Whatever
you want, whatever you need, you know you can always count on me…” hummed
Nwacha in the huge upstairs bath. Nwacha enjoyed either humming or quietly
singing in the bath or shower, he found it very relaxing. Nobody complained at
all, it was infinitely preferable to Sianne screaming “BORN TO BE A WINNER!”
every morning in the shower.
“Never too far from home…” Nwacha
hummed, rubbing soap on his back. He opened his eyes and then saw a shadow
beneath the bubbles flash past him. Nwacha looked carefully under the layer of
bubbles but couldn’t see anything. He continued washing himself but then saw
the shadow again. There was definitely something there. Nwacha brushed aside
all the bubbles from the bit of water that he was trying to look at and
squinted to try and see anything. Seeing nothing, Nwacha scratched his head,
trying to think of what might have caused the shadow. Suddenly, Nwacha felt
something breathing on his back. Then he heard a slight growl. He slowly turned
around in the bath and was greeted by a huge set of jaws. Jaws belonging to
Thames, Dannichu’s Sharpedo.
“AAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!”
Nwacha leaped out of the bath as
fast as was physically possible, seeing Thames Crunch where he would have been.
Someone had let Dannichu’s Pokémon out of their Pokéballs.
Oh, Sianne was sooooo dead…
Hlin sighed and wiped her brow,
before clicking the “send” button on her computer’s Pokémon Transportation
System, sending the last of the Pokémon back to the lab. This was just great.
She had just found out that the second bathroom and Luke’s room had been
completely destroyed by Sianne sending out Connor the Wailord in the bathroom
on the third floor, causing the huge Float Pokémon to crash right through the
bathroom floor and almost crush Luke.
“Whoever invented “easy
transportation” should be shot at dawn”. Hlin said to nobody in particular.
“Lanette, do not be surprised to be the victim of a contact killer next week”.
Hlin turned and saw Sparky and
Sarah by the door, staring at her.
“What? When I’m stressed, I get
deaththreatful.”
Sarah looked at Sparky and raised
an eyebrow.
“’Deaththreatful’?”
“Shut up.”
Hlin was glaring at Sarah, Sarah
was staring back and Sparky was desperately trying not to laugh. Hlin was so
funny when she got mad.
Hlin and Sarah’s glaring contest
was interrupted by the phone ringing.
“I’ll get it,” Sparky said,
running over to the videophone pushed the button. “Hello, Lair of Insanity, can
I help?”
“Hi!” Sarah the Swinub’s face
flickered into view on the screen, Dannichu behind her, making disturbing faces
behind Sarah the Swinub’s head. They could just make out Emerald Milotic
dragging Dannichu away from the phone. All three Pokémon and Sarah the Swinub
sweatdropped. “Erm… hi.”
“Nobody’s found out about the
party have they?” asked Hlin
“Nope, in fact we’re phoning to
see if you’re free tonight.” Sarah said, “See, we get the evening off and we
were wondering if you’d like to come and see a film with us.”
“Oooh, what film?” Sparky asked
happily.
“Sparky, the last time we took you
to the cinema you managed to fall asleep into your ice cream and then nearly
drowned in the stuff when it melted!” Sarah the Swinub laughed, making Hlin and
Sarah the Marshtomp laugh as well.
“That was not funny!” huffed the
Pikachu indignantly, “My nose nearly froze off!”
“So can you come?” Sarah asked.
“Dunno… what films are on?” asked
Hlin
“They’re showing all the ‘classic’
films... The Matrix”, Sarah checked them off on her stubby semi-human,
semi-Swinub fingers, “Speed, The Wizard of Oz… um, Lord of the Rings, I Know
What You Did Last Summer, um… The Others, Pirates of the Caribbean… Finding
Nemo, King Kong and… Jaws! Plenty to choose from!”
“Wow, it sounds great! We’ll all
be there! Well… maybe not Loanlee or Daigree… but everyone else should be!”
Sarah (the Marshtomp) said happily.
As Sarah the Marshtomp spoke, Hlin
got the strange feeling that those titles seemed strangely relevant to the day,
but she shook off the feeling and went off to inform the others of the trip.
--End of part four--