He decided to take this into his own hands and went home to print out his own ‘missing’ posters. The photo of Pikachu showed him licking his crotch, and it described him as loving ketchup. The reward was worth $5,000.

“I’m comin to the rescue, buddy!” he shouted, holding the stack of posters in his hands, and went out to hang them up over town.

Coming to the rescue!
Get there in a hurry!
Rescue...
Baby, don't you worry!
Rescue...
This adventure's heatin' up!
I'll rescue you...
And if I do...
You gotta rescue me!

So if you're lost...
One thing is true...
Never gonna stop...
Looking for you!
You're not alone...
So have no doubt...
We'll put our heads together...
Gonna figure it out!

Oh!
Baby, listen to me!
We're gonna...gonna...
Set you free!

Coming to the rescue!
Get there in a hurry!
Rescue...
Baby, don't you worry!
Rescue...
This adventure's heatin' up!
I'll rescue you...
And if I do...
You gotta rescue me! (‘Coming to the rescue’ by O-Town)

“It’s a small town. Someone has to have seen Pikachu.” Ash said after hanging up all the posters, and leaning on a pole, exhausted. The song, ‘Coming to the rescue’ started playing again, but this time it was because it’s Ash’s cell phone ring tone. He took it out of his pocket and read who was calling. It was ‘GURLfriend.’

“Hey, baby. What’s up?” Ash asked.

“You can’t bull it off yet, Ash. When you say ‘baby’ you say it in baby talk. Make it sound more sexy.” Misty said over the line.

“Sorry. What did you want?” Ash asked.

“I wanted to remind you we have no money so don’t get involved in any gambles or reward posters.” she told him.

Ash looked at a poster he just put on the pole he was leaning on, the poster for $5,000. “Crap.” he hit his head against the pole in frustration.

“Huh? What’s going on?” Misty asked.

“Nothing. I gotta go crap. Bye.” he quickly hung up and headed to his new destination.

A building with a sign that reads ‘Loaners’ is now in our view. A dead bumb was lying outside on the steps. “How much cash do you need?” the loaner asked, typing on his type writer.

“Doesn’t anyone have a computer? It’s 2006 for Christ’s sake. And it’s 2007 in the time this story is actually being written.” Ash pointed out.

“Do you have a computer?” the man asked.

“Well…no.” Ash replied.

“Then shut the hell up and tell me how much money you need.”

“ten thousand twenty nine dollars and ninety five cents.” Ash responded.

“Ok. And we charge 60 percent interest.” the loaner told him.

“The sign says you charge interest free.” he points back to the company’s slogan on the wall with his thumb.

“That’s just a business ply. Now before I can give you the cash, you have to tell me why you need it.” the man told him.

Ash sighed. “Ok. I was left home alone while my girlfriend and her friend went to their home town’s to get their stuff. My neighbor then forces me to go to the park with him or he’ll sue. His lawyer is Ann Coulter and you can sue for anything these days. Anyways. When we got to the park, we played basketball. My neighbor, Bryan had all NBA players who just magically showed up on his team. Shaquille O’Neal later elbowed me in the liver area, causing me to be hospitalized and have to have surgery. I was also dentist-ized and had to have cavities. When I got home it turned out I left the water running and the door unlocked and my Pikachu was stolen. I put up missing posters for him with a $5,000 reward. The rest is for my daily psychic reading, water damage repair, my surgery, the dentist bill. And my vision is a little blurred, so I’m gonna have laser eye surgery.” Ash explained.

“Your lucky this is a cheap town.” the loaner said, and handed him a $10,000 $ sack. To which Ash angrily took it from him.

Minutes later, our struggling hero walked down the street with the sack. “I better go put this in the bank.” he said, while turning on to ‘Dark Alley Street.’

It wasn’t long before he was approached by a man with sunglasses and a ski cap. “Give me your sack, fool.” the thug demanded.

“What? No way, I’m gonna fight back.” Ash refused.

“Can’t kick me in the crotch though. Wouldn’t be original, seeing as how they already did that on King of the Hill.” the thug reminded him.

“Yeah, well Neo Namco and I aren’t very original.” Ash said, and kicked the guy in the man area.

The man started screaming in pain, when he stopped on a dime in the middle of it “Just kidding. I’m wearing a cup. Not a real one, a drinking cup, but just the same.” the guy told him.

Ash turned to run away with his sack of money. The robber chased him, his fists raised in the air. Things would soon be crashing to a halt as someone placed a stool on the side walk where the two were running.

Ash didn’t see the stool and tripped over it. He went flying to the ground, and the sack of money went flying into an open man hole. “Now look what you made me do. It fell down the man hole.” Ash yelled at the thief.

“They should really call it a woman hole.” the thug joked.

“And you should go into comedy.” Ash said sarcastically.

“Sounds like your having a bad day.” the thug said.

“No way. It’s a good day. A beautiful day. I had the house to my self today and…hmm.” Ash became sad, realizing that the criminal was right.

“Think about it, hero. I mean kid. I just watched Spider Man today, so some of it’s lines are in my head.” the thief said and walked away.

Ash walked down the street, with his hands in his pockets, sulking. He went from sulking to soaking soon when he stepped into a waist deep puddle of water. “Err!”

Because you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day
You had a bad day

He continued to walk the streets, when he felt a prick in his right leg. He cried out in pain and looked over to see a buff guy with a syringe. “Oh real mature, Jose Canseco.” Ash said, angrily.

“I love steroids.” Jose said as he ran off.

Will you need a blue sky holiday?
The point is they laugh at what you say
And I don't need no carryin' on

Once again his walking was put to a stop as a group of people ran up to him with brooms and started whacking him with them. “Ha ha. You got swept by Gary.” one of them teased.

“I can’t believe it. I’m having a bad day.” he said, a tear running down his cheek.

You had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day (‘Bad Day’ by Daniel Powter)

‘Now I knew how Woody in Toy Story felt. I was having the worst day of my life. And the worst part is it wasn’t over yet. All I wanted was to go to bed and die for awhile.’ he narrated.

“Maybe American Idol can cheer me up by seeing people eliminated from the show.” he thought, as he was walking home, kicking an empty RC cola can.

“I can always blame my problems on that nasty RC company.” he said as he continued to kick the can. On his next kick however, something valuable rolled out. It was a diamond.

“Holy S! is that a diamond?” he asked himself, and leaned down to pick it up. But he wasn’t fast enough, as someone in a very expensive suit grabbed it first.

“Bill Gates? You don’t need that. You’re the richest man in the world.” Ash complained.

“I got here first.” he said, and broke out his jet back and flew away.

“Sure. Steal my diamond, just like you stole the idea for Microsoft!” Ash shouted as the rich guy flew away.

Suddenly a young boy runs up to him with a cell phone. “Hey Mister, you dropped your phone back there.” the kid handed him the phone.

Ash looked at the wall paper for the phone, it showed a pink sea shell.

“Thanks, kid.” Ash polished up the phone with his shirt.

“It’s a little broken now. The reception is kind of bad.” the boy said.

“How do you know?” Ash asked him.

“I answered your call. Some old guy is on the line.” the boy pointed to the phone.

“Hello?” Ash answered.

“Hi, Ash. This is Oak speaking.” Oak spoke.

“Hey!” Ash yelled, while putting a hand on his head. He realized that the boy stole his hat.

“Yoink!” the boy ran off wearing it. Ash held the phone to his ear while chasing the boy at the same time.

“What do you want, Professor?” Ash asked.

“I wanted to tell you some good news.”

“Really?”

“Whoops. I meant bad news. Tracy just told me good news about our pizza arriving, and I mixed them up. I have bad news for you though.” Sam said. Ash sighed. “Apparently whoever it was that offered me the apartment your living in for me, doesn’t like the fact that your living there when I should be living there.”

“Yeah, so?”

“So they want to offer it to Professor Bill Maple instead. Unless your willing to find a job and pay for your place to stay.” the professor explained.

“Oh. I see.”

“Oh but I do have some other news to tell you.” Oak continued.

“Yeah?” Ash was hoping it was good.

“Your mother turned your old child hood room into a gym.”

“What? How could she do that?!” Ash was irate.

“I’m just kidding. That’s the oldest used sitcom joke ever. She really turned it into Mr. Mime’s room. chow.” and with that, Sam hung up.

Ash murmured, and put the phone into his pocket. But not looking where he was going, he ran into a scare crow with Danny Devito’s face as a head. The phone flew from his pocket and landed down a man hole. “Fudge!”

He noticed a man in a suit standing near by, with a badge that read ‘Censor’ on it. “Damn censors.” Ash complained about the fanfic censor.

Eventually Ash finally made it to the apartments. He went to the playground and sat on one of the swings.

Bryan was there too, he slid down the slide and landed in the sand. “Look at me. I’m making a sand castle.” he said, performing the action you’d use to make a snow angel. “Oh hey, Ash. I didn’t know you were a child.” Bryan said, noticing him on the swing set.

“And I you.” Ash replied.

“I’m just practicing for the upcoming slide competition in a week from now.” Bryan explained. “You gonna enter the swing tournament? If you do, don’t bet everything you have on it.” Bryan advised, and started cracking up.

“I don’t have anything to bet anyways.” Ash kicked the sand in anger.

“I know what would cheer you up.”

“Money.” Ash said immediately.

“I’m gonna tell you how I came to Sheasy Town. I like to call it ‘She easy’ town.” he laughed. “And ‘Sleazy town’ too.” he laughed some more.

“Just tell me the story already.” Ash said, not too thrilled.

“I tell you what. I’ll rap you my story.” and the beat of the theme song to ‘The Fresh Prince’ started playing, as he rapped.

“Now this is a story all about how my life got screwed up from clowning around. And I’d like to take an hour, I promise it aint cheesy. I’ll tell you how I got dragged to a town called ‘Sheasy.’” he sang, while dancing in the sand.

“In Lavender Town I was born and raised. Though Texas is where I spent most of my days. Getting hot ‘n sticky, giant spiders, rats and stuff everywhere, when one day I shot them all with my AK47 and my uncle said ‘get the hell out of this state you trouble maker.’ I told him ‘screw you dude, I aint gonna care about leaving this place’ so I left on my way took my game boy as well, and etcetera.” Bryan finished, panting heavily.

“Great story. I gotta go.” Ash said, not too thrilled, and got up off the swing.

“Hey, do you want to come over to my house tonight and watch the unrated version of ‘American Pie?’ Bryan asked him.

“No.” Ash walked to his apartment.

“Are you sure. Guys trying to lose their virginity, Nadia gets nude, one guy does a pie.” Bryan continued, trying to persuade him. Ash didn’t reply, he continued walking till he was out of sight.

He walked up stairs to his apartment. He unlocked his door and walked in. another sigh escaped his mouth. “I’m getting tired of sigh-ing.” he said and sighed again.

“That you, Ashy?” the familiar female voice of “Misty?” Ash asked.

She walked into the room, wearing a two piece bathing suite of whipped cream. “Come get your pie.” she said seductive.

“What flavor are you?” he asked, taking a fork out from behind his pants, and started to drool. His question followed with her giggling, and that giggle followed with him snapping back into reality.

“Ash, your drooling.” she told him.

“Oh.” he wiped it off.

“Do we have any pie?” Ash asked, talking about the food.

“Yep. I just went shopping and got all kinds of pie.” Misty opened the fridge to reveal it full of food.

Ash smiled and then sighed. “Mist…I have a lot of upsetting news to tell you.” he said, his heartbeat picking up from fear.

“Oh. Hold that thought.” Misty went into her room and came back out with the money sack with Ash’s name on it.

She opened it, and Pikachu jumped out. “Pikachu!” Pikachu shouted, excitedly, as he landed into Ash’s arms.

“Hey, buddy. Ha ha.” Ash hugged his pokemon tightly.

“I’ve also got your cell phone and your hat.” she pulled them out and placed the hat on his head.

Ash’s eyes filled with tears. “Oh was the bad news you wanted to tell me?” Misty asked.

“…I’m your boyfriend.” Ash told her, and wiped a tear away.

“Oh, I’m making your favorite meal tonight…everything in the fridge.” she said, and poked his stomach.

Ash couldn’t keep his emotion under control anymore. He grabbed and hugged her as tight as he ever has. “How did you get all this stuff?” he asked.

“Do you really want to know? Or do you want to make out with me?” Misty asked him, seductively.

‘It’s not my whipped cream fantasy, but it’s close enough.’ he thought. “I’m tired of interesting stories. Let’s kiss.”

“And so they did. The end.” Neo Namco closes a book, sitting in a recliner in a fancy room.

“What? You don’t want to read that do you? Well…all right.” Neo Namco played the clip.

Ash and Misty were kissing passionately until they dropped to the floor, making out very hard.

The heart is a bloom
Shoots up through the stony ground
There's no room
No space to rent in this town

You're out of luck
And the reason that you had to care
The traffic is stuck
And you're not moving anywhere

You thought you'd found a friend
To take you out of this place
Someone you could lend a hand
In return for grace

“Hi, Neo Namco again. Just because Ash didn’t know how Misty got all his stuff back, doesn’t mean you shouldn’t know. So let’s show you those clips.”

Misty is planting a well executed bomb in the forest. Team Rocket is sitting on a picnic blanket, enjoying their meal. Pikachu was in a cage quite a ways away from them. The bomb blows up and sends team rocket blasting off, Misty breaks open Pikachu’s cage with a crow bar

It's a beautiful day
Sky falls, you feel like
It's a beautiful day
Don't let it get away

You're on the road
But you've got no destination
You're in the mud
In the maze of her imagination

You love this town
Even if that doesn't ring true
You've been all over
And it's been all over you

Misty is now in the sewer, riding her Corsola through the water. She held a fishing net to the side, catching Ash’s cell phone and money sack inside.

It's a beautiful day
Don't let it get away
It's a beautiful day

Touch me
Take me to that other place
Teach me
I know I'm not a hopeless case

And finally Misty threatened the boy who stole Ash’s hat with a pistol to return it. The boy did as ordered and handed it to her.

‘It truly was a beautiful day in the end. Things didn’t start out that great, but when you have a girlfriend that’s willing to do anything for you, well that’s true love. Love that probably doesn’t exist anywhere else. I’m a lucky guy, and some day I hope to make Misty a lucky girl. I’m not sure how I’ll be able to accomplish it, but I’ll try. She deserves it.’

It was a beautiful day
Don't let it get away
Beautiful day (‘Beautiful Day’ by U2)