Disclaimers:

I don't own Pokémon!! I don't own Formula One!! What do I own? A bunch of Nintendo and PlayStation games, which I WILL NOT GIVE UP WITHOUT A FIGHT!!! A very bloody fight. With chainsaws!! First guy to die... LOSES!!!

Mario Alvarado's Notes:

Seems like it takes me forever to get some inspiration these days. Life has dealt me a lot of friggin' curve balls these past few months. And I hate it. It's difficult when you can't get any ideas for stories when you have a really bad ass case of writer's block that won't go away. Lucky for me, a person who reviewed one of my other fics gave me the kick I needed to get over this writer's block.

Anyhow, today's chapter finally lets us in on Michael Schumacher's plan that he has in store for Keith Terrell, who is now 25 years old on the day of the Italian Grand Prix, which ended in chapter 28. All I can say is... what happens when party plans go awry because of a certain person's phobia?

IMPORTANT NOTICE!!!!!

If any of you fellow readers can spare a few ideas and send them my way, I'll gladly take them. I'll take just about anything!! And I do mean ANYTHING!!!! Or if any of you readers know of a few Pokémon fanfics that are pretty good and worth reading, tell me where I can find it. This will help me out a lot.

Ash Ketchum: Formula One Driver
Chapter 30: Operation... Distraction!!!

I still think back on the day I first met Keith Terrell, the American that drives for Ferrari in Formula One. I don't hate the F1 drivers for almost overthrowing Lance and the Pokémon League after 3 of their fellow drivers were killed by Team Rocket. I was supporting them 100%. I remember seeing his Suicune between him and his Marowak, having an argument and I still remember that very shy face he made when I talked to him. I just wanted to talk to Keith about how he got Suicune, but instead I found him to be very handsome, kind hearted and cute as well. No wonder I start blushing when I think about him. I don't know much about his past, but I would like to know. Who knows, he might make a good boyfriend or... a great husband. Lorelei Terrell... I like the sound of that. I actually wonder if he really sees anything in me.

An entry into Lorelei's personal diary, written on the morning of the Italian GP.

Keith couldn't get a word out of his mouth as his mind tried to get back in the real world after he walked past Lorelei on the way from the Ferrari motorhome. He was in pure shock. He never expected to see Lorelei at a Formula One track. He never expected to see anybody from the Pokémon League at a F1 track. After a few minutes of silence, Keith finally spat something from his mouth.

"Okay... I have officially lost my mind. Did that Lance guy happen to send you here with enough bombs to blow Monza off the map?" Keith asked sarcastically,

"Well, I don't think you've lost your mind. And no, Lance did not send me here on a search and destroy mission." Lorelei said and she laughed silently to herself,

"Oh, that's nice. Now, what the hell are you doing here?" Keith asked, just getting straight to the point. Lorelei was trying to find an answer, making sure she avoided mentioning Michael Schumacher. If she did, Keith would get very suspicious. Lucky for her, this guy who looked like some mailman arrived at the paddock and made a beeline for the two adults.

"Um... I have a letter for a Keith Terrell?" The guy asked, carrying a small letter in his hand.

"That's me, buddy. Let me have it." Keith said as he tried to take the letter away from the guy, but he didn't comply.

"Yeah, right. You're not Keith Terrell. I bet you're just some average Joe from some town. I can spot Terrell a mile away if he was wearing his Ferrari suit." The guy said. Keith just looked at him for a second before snapping his fingers.

"A Ferrari suit... okay. Fine. I'll be back in a few minutes. Wait here." Keith said as he sprinted to the Ferrari transporter, leaving the messenger and Lorelei wondering what was up. A few minutes later, Keith returned dressed in a new Ferrari racing suit. He didn't want to wear the one with the champagne drenched all over it. He arrived to where the messenger guy and Lorelei were at, near the McLaren garage. The guy still wasn't convinced that this guy in the Ferrari suit was Keith Terrell. So, he decided to piss him off.

"Man, I still don't think you're Keith Terrell. He would knock me out of I said that American sucks ass and Team Rocket should kill... OWW!!!" The guy yelled out as he felt Keith's fist made contact with his face. Nobody talks smack about America when Keith is around. That is an automatic death sentence.

"ASSHOLE!! Nobody talks about America like that around me!!!" Keith yelled out as he attacked the messenger and knocked him out cold. Keith got up after beating him senseless and noticed the white envelope the guy had in his hand earlier.

"Jeez, Keith. You didn't have to kill him." Lorelei said as Keith took the letter from the body,

"He said something bad about America near me and I always lose control. He'll be fine in a few hours." Keith said as he opened the letter. All it said was come to the city and you'll find something good. Keith crumpled up the letter and tossed it into the trash. Mumbling something about Nazis and Germans.

"Oh, man. There goes my whole day. I was going back to my place, get out my Ozzy CDs and drink. It's going to be a wild goose chase." Keith said to himself as he grabbed his bag from the ground and retrieved his car keys. He also picked up his helmet, stuffed that in the bag and threw it in the back of the 550. "Well, Lorelei. I don't suppose you would like to join me in a little wild goose chase in Italy?" Keith asked as he started to blush a bit, but it was barely visible to Lorelei.

"Sure. I'd love to." Lorelei said as she and Keith got into the expensive car. Keith started the powerful V12 engine and let it rev up a few times before he got to business.

"One more thing... buckle up, hang on and don't yell." Keith said as he revved up the engine, let go of the clutch and slammed on the gas. The rear tires squealed, trying to find traction as the car finally put the power down and took off. This force of acceleration gave Lorelei one hell of a scare, but Keith's used to taking off and doing 0-100 in less than 2 seconds. Seconds later, they were out of the track and heading for town.

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While that went on back at Monza, over at the site of Keith's surprise birthday party, Michael was telling Rubens all about how Ferrari got two new sponsors in less than 2 hours. The two senior drivers were supervising the others on where to put the decorations in place for Keith's party. Making sure everybody got it right.

"So let me get this right, Michael. Pepsi and Frito-Lay are going to pay us millions to have their names on the cars for the last few races of 2005, 2006 and beyond because Keith and I had that pre race snack?" Rubens asked, finally hearing the news of Ferrari's new sponsors.

"It appears so. The Speed Channel boys caught you two eating that crap on TV. Since we are near the front most of the time, they want to put their products out there so they can get air time." Michael answered,

"We'll, I'll be dammed." Rubens said to himself as he let the news sink in. Michael looked around he giant room to see if the decorations were in his liking. So far, it was but one driver was having problems placing something on the wall.

"JENIUS!! Put that over there!!!" Michael yelled out to Riley, who was struggling to place a banner on the wall by himself. He was standing on top of three chairs and trying to get the banner at the spot where Schumi wanted it. Riley needed a ladder to put the banner up securely.

"I'm trying, but Ronin is half drunk already and he can't hold the ladder!!" Riley yelled back, pointing to his drunken friend who was already slurring from drinking away his 9th place finish in the race earlier.

"Oh, god again... Fisichella, go help Riley out and get him a damn ladder. Can somebody sober up Vertigo? We got around 2 hours left before Keith is supposed to get here. If my timing is right, he should arrive in town soon. There, I have this random guy I paid cash to, give him some things to do. That should keep birthday boy busy for awhile." Michael said to Riley and Giancarlo as they finally placed the banner up on the wall. Schumi looked around and discovered that the Minardi boys were not in the room.

"Now where the hell are Webber and Yoong?" Michael asked,

"They went to get the beer. And a lot of it." Rubens answered,

"I knew it. If the Minardi team is involved in a party, there must be beer. And a lot of it. It better not be Budweiser. I'm sick of that shit." Michael muttered to himself. This party planning for Terrell is becoming a headache for the German. Before he yelled at Jarno Trulli for not placing the chairs in the right places, Francois Deletraz was taking his usual pizza break and Schumi didn't like it.

"DELETRAZ!! Get back to setting up the decorations!!! NOW!!" Michael yelled out, only to have Francois curse at him in French and made some Hitler remarks on the side. This party was destined to go wrong in so many ways.

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After speeding down Italian roads for 15 minutes, Keith and Lorelei arrived in a small city. The Ferrari came to a halt at a local city park, the one where the letter told him to go. Keith got out of the car and looked at the letter. It said to find a blue package that some guy is holding, who is currently waiting for him inside the big park.

"So, Keith. What do we have to do here?" Lorelei asked as she exited the 550 Maranello,

"Um... I have to find this guy with a blue package. And I can't use my Pokémon. So, I got to find him myself." Keith answered as he tucked the letter into one of the suit's pockets. He then unzipped the suit and got his arms out of it. He then tied the loose sleeves around his waist in an effort to keep himself cool. As soon as he did that, the two entered the park. Unknown to Keith and Lorelei, somebody was watching them. And that was Jenson Button. He was dressed in his Sauber racing suit and carrying a cell phone in his right hand. He dialed a number, which was one of Michael Schumacher's cell phone numbers.

"Hey, Schumi. I just spotted Terrell and Lorelei enter the park." Jenson said into the small phone,

"Good. This is all going to plan. Get your ass over to the next city and get yourself all set you your part." Michael ordered and he hung up. Jenson was taken back by Schumacher's harshness as he walked to his awaiting BMW, parked at the back of the lot. He got in the car and took off, needing to be at the place he needed to be soon. As Keith walked around the park with Lorelei as he tried to find the guy with the blue package, the two did a lot of small talk, asking which movies did they like, favorite comfort foods, favorite ways to splurge, pet peeves and whatnot. It seems like both Keith and Lorelei have a bunch of things in common with each other. They talked for what seemed like an hour until Lorelei started to laugh at a remark Keith made about surprise birthday parties and Keith took offense to that.

"You have a fear of surprise parties?! I've never heard of that one before." Lorelei said as she laughed quietly, but stifled it when she saw that Keith wasn't laughing.

"It's not funny. My parents threw me a surprise party when I was 6. They scared me shitless when my brother dunked me into the pool. I didn't know how to swim and I nearly drowned. I was crying my eyes out when my older sister retrieved me and when she did, I just ran away from my parent's house. I was missing for 6 days when the cops found me. Because of that, whenever anybody throws me a surprise party, I panic like I was about to die and run." Keith said, replaying those terrible events in his mind.

"I'm sorry for laughing. I didn't know." Lorelei said quietly,

"That's okay. That's why I never tell anybody my birthdate. Because if they know and throw me a surprise party, somebody is going to get hurt. If Michael throws a party, he's going to die." Keith said angrily as he kicked a can out of his way. The can landed next to a guy with a blue package in his hands. The guy saw the can land next to him and looked up at Keith.

"Oh, so you're that American. Here's the thing I was told to give to you." The guy said as he handed Keith the package. Keith looked at it for a minute and was about to walk off when the guy stuck his hand in his face. He wanted a tip. "And I want something in return. That guy didn't give me anything to begin with. It's ridiculous." He said,

"Oh, okay. Hold this, Lorelei." Keith said as he handed the package to Lorelei. He reached into one of the suit's pockets and found his wallet. "Take American?" Keith asked,

"Just about anything." The guy answered and Keith handed the guy $150. The guy made his exit from the park and Keith and Lorelei walked back to the Maranello. Keith placed the package on top of the car and opened it up. There wasn't anything inside except another note. All that hoopla for nothing!!

Give me a break, goddammit!! I'm on another goose chase!! Keith thought to himself as he read the tiny note. It told him to go into the next town, which was about 100 miles away from where they are now.

"So, what's next on this journey?" Lorelei asked,

"Have to go to this town, about 100 miles away from here. That's actually near the Ferrari factory where they build the road cars." Keith answered, figuring out how fast he can do 100 miles.

"I thought that place also housed the F1 team?" Lorelei asked again,

"Naw. The Ferrari F1 team needs a bigger place than the road car factory. Since it is 100 miles from here, I can do that in less than an hour." Keith answered,

"WHAT? Are you planning on speeding all the way there?!!! Cause I don't want to die!!" Lorelei cried out, now afraid of seeing what Keith can really do on a highway.

"We'll be fine, Lorelei. I'm a Formula One driver and I know this highway, which is like Germany's Autobahn. Trust me, you'll live through this." Keith said as he hopped in the car and started it up. Lorelei was hesitant to get in, but she just gave in.

100 miles in less than an hour? Well, he is a Formula One driver. I guess I'll be fine. Lorelei thought to herself as she entered the Ferrari. Moments later, the two were off on the road, on a trip to a town 100 miles away.

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The day was starting to become an early evening as the Ferrari 550 Maranello came to a stop in the town of Modena, home to the Ferrari road car factory. There wasn't many people around and Keith was wondering what was up. The note said to drive to the center of the town and nothing else. Keith got out and stretched his legs, which were a bit tired from flooring the gas and hitting the brake and clutch.

"So, where does this wild goose chase lead us to now, Keith?" Lorelei asked as exited and leaned next to the Ferrari 550 Maranello. Keith thought for a few moments before he answered.

"I have no idea. Looks like we're at a dead end. The note didn't tell me anything else." Keith answered. He looked at his watch. It was 6:28 P.M. He wondered what to do next when somebody he recognized appeared from out of nowhere. It was Jenson Button. He looked like he was running for his life as he skidded to a stop in front of Keith. The Brit was scared shitless and looked like he got the crap beaten out of him.

"TERRELL!! Team Rocket!! Team Rocket is here!!!" Jenson panicked as he grabbed hold of Terrell's shirt,

"Team Rocket?!! WHERE?!!" Keith asked. Then suddenly, 6 Team Rocket members came out of an alley, ready to put up one hell of a fight. Since Jenson was in no condition to fight and he didn't want Lorelei to take part in this melee, Button had to get her out of harm's way. "Button, get Lorelei out of here. I'll hold them off." Keith said as he reached inside of his Ferrari for his Poké Balls,

"You're crazy! You need help." Button said, but Keith wasn't buying it. His mind was made up.

"I got my help right here! Now... get here out of here!!" Keith shot back as he got a Poké Ball ready from his Poké Case. Lorelei wanted to stay and fight, but Jenson had to get her away.

"Come on, Terrell can take care of himself." Jenson said as he took hold of Lorelei's hand and ran for his BMW convertible, which was parked in a side street.

"I want to help him fight Team Rocket!! Let me go!!" Lorelei said as she tried to get Button to release his grip, but failed.

"He'll be fine!! Once Suicune's out, it's all over!" Jenson said as he literally threw her into the seat of his car and he jumped in as well, started the car up and sped off. Once they were out of the city, Jenson took a wet rag and washed off the bruises he had on his face. They were painted on.

"How did I do, Jenson? Do I have a future in movies?" Lorelei asked, already proud of her big part in Michael's plan. She was acting like she wanted to battle when in fact, she had to keep Terrell occupied so Michael could get everything ready.

"Probably. Michael called and said they are all ready for birthday boy. So, let's get going!" Jenson said as they went straight the party. Back at the battle, Keith already had beaten 4 of the Rockets, but they took one punch and played dead. After taking out the 5th Rocket with a hit to the leg, the 6th Rocket ran for his life. This wasn't a very tough fight in Keith's perspective.

The hell was that? That was easy. Keith thought to himself. He was wondering what to do now when he saw this letter on the ground. Keith picked it up and opened it. The letter had the directions to a building that was actually next to the Ferrari road car factory. Seems like his goose chase would be over and wondered what the hell is going to happen.

"Curiosity killed the cat, Keith. But, you're not a cat. Time to find out what's at that building." He said to himself as he placed his Poké Balls back inside the case and got into the 550. He started the engine up and took off in search of the Ferrari factory.

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At 7 P.M., Keith Terrell finally arrived at the building. It really was next to the Ferrari factory. The lights were out inside it and the front door was open. He prepared himself for anything that was going to happen and decided that if Team Rocket was there, he was going to need some firepower. Keith opened up the trunk of the car and took out an M-16 and a few magazines of ammo. Just in case shit happens. As Keith placed the gear into a bag, somebody was watching him from inside.

"Keith's here!!! HIDE!!!" A voice said in the darkness. The sound of feet shuffling was heard for a second, but it became totally silent. Moments later, Keith walked through the door and saw nothing but darkness.

"Hello? Anybody here?" Keith called out, but there was silence. His first order of business was to find a light switch to get some light. He slowly walked into the dark room, wishing he brought a flashlight. All of this quiet was scaring him and he didn't like it.

Okay. This isn't funny. I get it. Ha ha... Keith thought to himself. This was really scaring him. He slowly walked through the darkness and spotted a single light switch by a wall. Keith gave a sign of relief and headed for the switch. He threw the switch and turned around to see a giant birthday cake with his name on it, presents and the drivers of Formula One World Circuit appear from their hiding places.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, YOU AMERICAN!!!" The drivers yelled out happily. It was a surprise party. And Keith was in pure fear. That darkness freaked him out to paranoia. And he made that very clear.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! NNNNOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" Keith screamed and in a flash, his M-16 was out, cocked, locked and loaded. With fear running through his veins, he fired blindly in the room in all directions. The guys ducked for cover as bullets flew over in the air, hitting everything and blowing up the cake. Terrell loaded another magazine of ammo and let loose another lead enema, dropping his car keys in the process.

"What the hell's going on?!!! He's trying to kill me!!" Michael yelled out over the gunfire. Nobody had an answer as the gunfire stopped. Terrell was now in tears as he tried to figure out who would do this, but he just wanted to flee. Keith whimpered as he scrambled on the ground for his Ferrari car keys and crashed through one of the building's windows. Moments later, the sound of a Ferrari V12 engine was heard, which was followed by squealing tires. The drivers got up from the ground and looked at all the chaos Keith did in such a short matter of time. Nobody talked until Riley broke the silence.

"Nice work, Mikey. Didn't anybody tell you that Keith's deathly afraid of surprise parties?" Riley asked annoyed,

"He's WHAT?!! Why didn't you tell me?!!" Michael yelled out, pissed that nobody told him this tidbit of information. As a matter of fact, he didn't ask but he was too egotistical to even ask.

"Didn't ask, dickhead." Riley answered bluntly. All of a sudden, Schumi pounced on Jenius and started to beat the crap out of him. Moments later, there was another huge F1 battle royal going on.

"Run for your lives!!" Jenson Button yelled out as he, David Coulthard, Juan Pablo Montoya and Mark Webber ran out of the building and got into their cars. Lorelei backed herself to a safe spot when the fight began and was looking for a way out. Luckily for her, Francois Deletraz hid in the men's room and found the back door to the place.

"You might want to get out of here fast, miss. I hate these fights." Deletraz said. Lorelei agreed with him and she followed Francois out of the building. She looked around for Keith's Ferrari, but it was long gone, as were some other cars.

"Where do you think Keith went off to?" Lorelei asked,

"I think since this is his time to eat dinner, he'll probably stop at some place. David said he'll call me if he finds him. But now, let's get out of Rumbleville." Deletraz said as he showed her to his car, which was parked Rally style on the grass. "How rude of me. I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Francois Deletraz. I'm one of Terrell's friends." Deletraz said, finally introducing himself.

"My name is Lorelei. It's nice to meet you, Francois." Lorelei said, introducing herself to the young Frenchman.

"I don't mean to be a male pig, but... damn you're fine!! Terrell knows how to pick the good-looking chicks!" Deletraz said as he just took in Lorelei's beauty.

"I'll take that as a complement, Francois. I get that all the time from you F1 drivers." Lorelei said as she laughed a bit. 20 miles down the road, Keith slowed down and stopped the car. He let himself catch his breath and played back what the hell happened in his mind. Michael actually was nice enough to throw him a surprise birthday party, but he has a fear of surprise parties that stems back to a long time ago. But, how did all of the drivers know that it was his birthday today? That was the $64,000 question of the night.

"How did they know today's my birthday?" Keith asked himself. He shrugged his shoulders and drove off, looking for a place to eat. As he drove into a town, Keith was starting to get pissed off at Michael for what happened.

Damn German. Didn't Riley tell Michael that I have a phobia of surprise parties ever since my Mom and Dad nearly killed me when I was a little kid? Schumacher is getting killed before the season's over. I'll make sure of that. Keith thought to himself as he sped by a nice-looking restaurant and ice cream parlor. It was time for Keith to eat, so he did a 180 and parked into the restaurant's parking lot. Keith exited his Ferrari and noticed that he parked next a familiar car. It was Eddie Irvine's personal car, his Ford Mustang. Keith entered the place and spotted Irvine at the bar, chugging down a strawberry milkshake, drowning away his sorrows.

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Eddie Irvine didn't see Keith enter, but saw him sit down next to him. Since Eddie didn't wanted to be a part of Michael's plan, he just watched everything Michael has planned carefully, turn into disaster because of Keith's fear of surprise parties. As soon as Keith started shooting, Irvine just took off like the wind, bolted for the door and sped off in his car.

"I wasn't in on it, Keith. Swear to god." Eddie said as the waitress gave Keith a menu,

"I'm not blaming you, Irvine. I just have a fear of parties." Keith said,

"Some fear. You nearly killed everybody." Eddie joked,

"Can't help it." Keith answered,

"Well, I have a confession about how we know about your birthdate. Celia spied on your conversation with Riley, bribed Schumi, told everybody in the paddock and that got everything started. Michael was the one who planned the party." Irvine said,

"Celia? I knew it. She's trouble for everybody." Keith said,

"Well, since it is your birthday... here's something from me. And it's illegal for anybody to have in the U.S. So, enjoy." Irvine said as he grabbed his backpack and took out a package for Keith. The American opened it and inside, was big box full of 9MM teflon tip bullets, very illegal in the United States to own but very deadly against Team Rocket.

"Hey, thanks Irvine. These will come in handy when Team Rocket has the balls to attack us." Keith said as he looked at one of the powerful bullets closely,

"I knew you'd like those. Got them at a good piece. I have a friend who is a part of Ireland's freedom force." Irvine said as the waitress handed Irvine his check. The door opened and 4 guys entered.

"Hey, B-day boy!!" A voice called out. Keith and Irvine turned and saw Juan Pablo Montoya, David Coulthard, Mark Webber and Jenson Button enter the place and head for the two.

"Looks like I didn't kill you after all." Keith said jokingly,

"You missed." Montoya joked,

"Blew up the cake, though." David said,

"You were screaming like a girl. That was priceless. I wish I had my camcorder with me." Webber said as the gang sat down next to Keith and Irvine,

"Where's Lorelei?" Keith asked, wondering about the well-being of his new friend.

"She's fine. She's chatting with Francois." Jenson answered. Keith became silent as he placed his gift from Eddie inside his backpack. Suddenly, he got an evil grin on his face.

"Boys... I got a good plan to get back at Michael. Come here." Keith said as the 5 guys gathered around Keith and heard his plan. All 5 of them were grinning, agreeing with what Keith has planned.

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Back at the building, Giancarlo Fisichella, Takuma Sato and the rest of the drivers, minus Ash, were cleaning up the mess from earlier. Michael was pissed about how Keith shot up the place and was complaining to Bernie Ecclestone on the phone.

"I've never seen that before in my life." Tomas Scheckter said as he moved some fallen debris out of the way,

"I knew this was a bad idea. Michael's plans always suck." Olivier Panis said as he placed some garbage in the trash. Outside, Keith and the gang returned to the scene. Lorelei spotted Keith get out of his car and walked up to him.

"Are you okay? I mean, you were scared really bad." Lorelei asked, concerned about what happened earlier. Keith shook off the thought of earlier.

"I'm fine. The night's still young, though. Um... I was wondering if you would like to..." Keith was too embarrassed to finish what he wanted to say, but Lorelei got the idea.

"You're asking me out on a date already? I'd love to join you. And you're friends can make fun of you also. Francois told me they all heckled you after you showed them my picture." Lorelei smiled, causing Keith to blush. Webber was about to start chanting, "Terrell's got a girlfriend!" when Keith looked at them.

"Don't you start that chant, morons." Keith said as he looked at the 5 drivers evilly. For some strange reason, Lorelei figured out that he was going to do something evil and went to wait for Keith inside his Ferrari 550. Now that Lorelei wasn't going to see this, it was time for business.

"Okay, Terrell. Here's Michael's new Ferrari. Now what do you want us to do?" Webber asked as the group walked to Michael's new Ferrari,

"I dare you, you, you, you and you to pee on that car!!" Keith said, trying not to burst out in laughter.

"A pissing contest!! It's so immature, but funny!!" Coulthard said as he stifled his laughter,

"Just to warn you... I'm a camel sometimes." Montoya added, causing Webber to laugh a bit. While the guys were ready to do their business, the drivers saw them and stopped working to see the sight.

"Hey, there's Keith and the others. They're back." Ralf Schumacher said,

"And... why are they unzipping their pants?" Allan McNish asked. Already, Irvine was laughing his head off and Jenson cracked up when David said that he jumped the start. Keith counted down and everybody started laughing. The drivers wondered what the hell as going on, until Kimi Raikkonen got what was up.

"They're peeing on a car." Kimi Raikkonen said,

"Whose car? Ain't mine, thank god." Jarno Trulli added. Rubens looked at the license plate of the Ferrari and realized it belonged to one person.

"THEY'RE PISSING ON MICHAEL'S CAR!!!" Rubens yelled out. Everybody looked even harder and in fact, that was Michael's brand new car!! That was the cue for the other drivers to start laughing their head off. Michael got off the phone and ran to the window. And he saw the 5 guys taking the golden shower on his new car. And that was enough for Michael to want to kill them all. Lucky for the party, Webber was the winner and Irvine was last.

"TERRELL!!! BUTTON!!!! IRVINE!!! WEBBER!!!!! MONTOYA!!! COULTHARD!!! I'LL KILL YOU ALL!!!!" Michael screamed in pure rage as he leapt out of the broken window and made a beeline for the guys around his new car.

"RUN!! Keith yelled out as the guys managed to zip their pants up and ran for their cars. Keith literally jumped into his Ferrari through the window and started it up in record time.

"Keith... what did you do?" Lorelei asked as Keith threw the car into gear and sped from the scene,

"Revenge, American style!! That's all I have to say!!" Keith said and the gang was clear of Michael's wrath. Schumi stopped chasing them and started to think back a bit. This has happened to him before. And their names were Jeff Gordon, Dale Earnhardt Jr., Tony Stewart, Kurt Busch, Rusty Wallace and Kevin Harvick.

"They peed on my car. Those NASCAR assholes did the same thing!! My god." Michael said to himself as he headed back to the building, where the guys were still cracking up with laughter.

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It was a long night for Irvine. Since he was let go from Jaguar, he might as well enjoyed the last time he would spend with the drivers of the F1 circuit. He got a kick out of celebrating Keith's birthday his way and enjoyed seeing Keith blush like a madman when Lorelei kissed him right in front of the guys. He never laughed so hard at the sight of a grown man not knowing what to do when a beautiful woman makes out with him. As soon as Irvine returned to the small motel he was staying in, he was going to get one big shock. One of his eggs was hatching!!

"What the hell?!!" Irvine yelled out as he saw one of the Pokémon eggs start to hatch!! Suddenly, a hatched Charmander appeared on Irvine's bed. The Pokémon saw Irvine and looked at him for a while. Eddie was speechless. He now has a Pokémon of his own!!!

To Be Continued...

There!! The newest chapter is finally over!!!! God, I hate writer's block!! This thing took me past 2 A.M. to finish!!! But, I've gotten over Mt. Writer's Block and new chapters will be coming out within the next few weeks. This will lead up to the finale of Ash Ketchum: Formula One Driver, where something bad is going to happen. Then, a new series will start.

Please read and review. Send anything to Hornet19us@Yahoo.com

Mario Alvarado
7/15/2003