Bugsy's Journey
By: Miss Misty USA
Disclaimer: I don't own Poke'mon, and probably never will, get off my back about it.
Dear Diary, Today, I remembered when I found a virus. I was eating pickled toads feet, and all of a sudden, my table turned purple. "Hey do you want to say hi to Erika," It screamed bananas. "No I'm talking to a virus that is probably going to take over the world and kill us all, making me in danger at this very weird moment." I said curling my newly died hair. That day, I went out to get make-up tattoos. "So, hun, ya want ta have yellow, or red eye shadow? They're the only colors we have." She was the size of Jupiter, but was only the size of a pea. Suddenly, Tracey walked in. He was just like the lady. Fat stupid, and he had no clue what he was doing. The virus jumped out and said, "Hey, you fat little pig, you are now a .jug of .something.fat, I think it's you! Hahaha.hehe?" I picked him up and put a rope around his neck. "This is the slowest way to die!" I screamed madly. We were in the desert and I dropped him off of Mt. Everest. He said to me "Two Dollars!" And he got up. I ran screaming back to my house. I hit my big head on the virus. "What do you think you're doing? I just cooked a Pikachu pie." He bellowed in my overly fat and chunky face. "Okay. Sounds good. I'll just tell Tracey here." I screamed and jumped off the Empire state building. Tracey was next to me. "I like the view from here. It reminds me of committing suicide." He yelled. The virus created a big fat balloon shaped like Martha Stewart and we fell on it. Tracey was so fat, that he created a hole in it and we flew to the smallest star ever and turned into cockroaches. I walked all over the star, and ate a chunk of metal. "Take us to your leader." A big group of overly fat Traceys said evilly. They all had red eyes and big belts on their heads. A puddle was nearby. I picked the overly fat Traceys into it and they died because they drowned. I turned back into me. My hair was beautiful. It was curled like something I don't think I ever sat on. I flew back to Earth. "Congratulations! You have accomplished your wish, to kill Tracey, but I'm sorry, you didn't actually kill the real Tracey." The virus said. I screamed pickled frog's feet. I stood by a swimming pool, about to commit suicide. I didn't want to have to be around Tracey at all. I heard before that he doesn't shower! I set off on my long journey to find Tracey and annihilate him. I got all my gear ready. I walked out of the virus. He screamed. I woke up. Tracey was next to me. I screamed. I looked in a mirror. I looked like a blue banana. I screamed. Tracey screamed. I ran to the moon. Erika was there. She screamed. I screamed. We exploded into tiny pieces of blue bananas. We flew to Earth. I screamed. We got put back together. I looked in a mirror. I had Erika's face. Erika had my face. We screamed. Tracey screamed. I thought it was enough screaming. So I screamed at them to stop screaming. We all stopped. We went on California screamin' and we screamed. Mickey Mouse hugged us. We all turned into fat cows with indigestion. We Mooed. Ash captured us. We screamed. I'm still screaming as I write this diary entry. I am at the end of my journey. I am still a cow with indigestion. I think it was the virus. Tracey is still alive. I scream louder.
THE END
Disclaimer: I don't own Poke'mon, and probably never will, get off my back about it.
Dear Diary, Today, I remembered when I found a virus. I was eating pickled toads feet, and all of a sudden, my table turned purple. "Hey do you want to say hi to Erika," It screamed bananas. "No I'm talking to a virus that is probably going to take over the world and kill us all, making me in danger at this very weird moment." I said curling my newly died hair. That day, I went out to get make-up tattoos. "So, hun, ya want ta have yellow, or red eye shadow? They're the only colors we have." She was the size of Jupiter, but was only the size of a pea. Suddenly, Tracey walked in. He was just like the lady. Fat stupid, and he had no clue what he was doing. The virus jumped out and said, "Hey, you fat little pig, you are now a .jug of .something.fat, I think it's you! Hahaha.hehe?" I picked him up and put a rope around his neck. "This is the slowest way to die!" I screamed madly. We were in the desert and I dropped him off of Mt. Everest. He said to me "Two Dollars!" And he got up. I ran screaming back to my house. I hit my big head on the virus. "What do you think you're doing? I just cooked a Pikachu pie." He bellowed in my overly fat and chunky face. "Okay. Sounds good. I'll just tell Tracey here." I screamed and jumped off the Empire state building. Tracey was next to me. "I like the view from here. It reminds me of committing suicide." He yelled. The virus created a big fat balloon shaped like Martha Stewart and we fell on it. Tracey was so fat, that he created a hole in it and we flew to the smallest star ever and turned into cockroaches. I walked all over the star, and ate a chunk of metal. "Take us to your leader." A big group of overly fat Traceys said evilly. They all had red eyes and big belts on their heads. A puddle was nearby. I picked the overly fat Traceys into it and they died because they drowned. I turned back into me. My hair was beautiful. It was curled like something I don't think I ever sat on. I flew back to Earth. "Congratulations! You have accomplished your wish, to kill Tracey, but I'm sorry, you didn't actually kill the real Tracey." The virus said. I screamed pickled frog's feet. I stood by a swimming pool, about to commit suicide. I didn't want to have to be around Tracey at all. I heard before that he doesn't shower! I set off on my long journey to find Tracey and annihilate him. I got all my gear ready. I walked out of the virus. He screamed. I woke up. Tracey was next to me. I screamed. I looked in a mirror. I looked like a blue banana. I screamed. Tracey screamed. I ran to the moon. Erika was there. She screamed. I screamed. We exploded into tiny pieces of blue bananas. We flew to Earth. I screamed. We got put back together. I looked in a mirror. I had Erika's face. Erika had my face. We screamed. Tracey screamed. I thought it was enough screaming. So I screamed at them to stop screaming. We all stopped. We went on California screamin' and we screamed. Mickey Mouse hugged us. We all turned into fat cows with indigestion. We Mooed. Ash captured us. We screamed. I'm still screaming as I write this diary entry. I am at the end of my journey. I am still a cow with indigestion. I think it was the virus. Tracey is still alive. I scream louder.
THE END