"The author of these fanfictions does not own the Pokémon Company, Gamefreak, Creatures Inc, Nintendo, etc.
The following is for entertainment purposes only and is not affilated with the above companies in any way." An Oshawott with a heart-shaped, red shell on her chest said, quite mindlessly to two other Pokémon.
"Whaaaat?" A Tepig asked her.
"What in the Pokémon World is a 'Gamefreak'? Some sort of geeky nerd who spends all his time locked in a room, doing nothing but playing video games?" A Snivy wearing a black and white, fanciful suit and a top-hat asked.
"I dunno...but what I do know...is...I..am so...BORED." The Tepig whined.
"Ohhh ME TOOOOO...I HATE BEING BORED!" The squeaky little Oshawott squealed.
"Quiet, lower class fools. I'm trying to sip my martini in peace." The Snivy sneered.
"But we're booorrreedd and we wanna plaaaayy!" Oshawott squealed.
"Yeaahhh, me and Squeakerang are booooreed!" Tepig whined.
"Yeahhhh, me and Potato are booooreed, Smugleaf!" Oshawott squealed.
"I could not possibly care less, ignorant fool." Smugleaf said, sticking his nose in the air and taking another sip of his martini.
"Smugleaf, you're a meanie. We care when you're bored. And my name is Potato, not Ignorant Fool!" Potato said.
"Snivy do not get bored. We are too superior for that. We are too great. We walk about with pride, knowing we cannot get bored and everyone else knows it as well. They know how great our species is. And I am one of the highest quality blood-lines of Snivy. Top of the line, pure-bred. I was voted 'Most shiniest leaves' in my family. I am the best of the best, I tell you. The greatest of the greatest. And that is why I can never get bored." Smugleaf bragged.
Potato yawned.
"Err...Okay." Squeakerang said.
Smugleaf turned around and stared at his leaves on his tail as he sipped his martini.
"Magnificent, aren't they?" Smugleaf asked.
"No." Squeakerang said.
"Hmmph. Well, its not like an in-bred, lower-class creature like you would know anything about quality. It takes someone with a true eye for greatness to see it. Like, for example, me." Smugleaf said.
"Okay...ummmm...wanna play Tag?" Squeakerang asked.
"No, I do not want to play any of your childish games, you ignorant fool." Smugleaf sneered.
"You never wanna have any fun." Squeakerang said, sadly.
"I have fun all the time. I stare at myself in lakes, groom my tail, etcetera, etcetera." He said.
"Thats not fun..." Squeakerang said, staring at Smugleaf.
"It is. You just do not know how to properly have fun." Smugleaf said.
"I don't think theres really a proper way to have fun, Smugleaf..." She replied.
"Hmmph. You do not know anything, ignorant fool. Now, silence. I must groom my leaves." Smugleaf said, getting out a squirtbottle from that magical place called NoWhereLand and spritzing his tail.
MEANWHILE, ACROSS THE FOREST...
"Okay lets go hunt. No, wait. Lets go chase stuff. No wait, um, lets go hunt. Yeah. No...Wait..." The Houndoom said while thinking about what they should do.
"Um...Cookie-"
"THATS MILEY CYRUS TO YOU." Miley Cyrus interrupted the other Houndoom.
"Right...Um...Well lets go hunt."
"NO. We should go chase stuff!" Miley Cyrus/Cookie screamed.
"Fine..."
So they chased...stuff...to the other side of the forest.
They chased a Pidgey, a Bidoof, a Buneary, and several other Pokémon. Then they spotted green, orange and blue blobs in the distance.
"Hey, lets go chase those!" Miley Cyrus/Cookie shouted.
"Very well then..."
"ROAROAROARRR" Miley Cyrus/Cookie...roared as she charged at the chasable things in the distance.
"Oh noez, its a Houndoomz!" Squeakerang screamed.
"Pfft...Lower class, Smelly, drooling mutts." Smugleaf said, sipping his martini.
As Miley Cyrus/Cookie roared closer, Potato and Squeakerang ran about, frightened and...well...frightened.
"Oh no, oh no, oh no, what are we gonna do, what are we gonna do, what are we gonna dooooo!" Screamed Potato.
Squeakerang began running about in circles, screaming.
"AHHHH! What are we gonna do? What, what, what? Oh no shes getting clossseeerr!" Squeakerang squealed.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Potato screamed.
Smugleaf sidestepped as the Houndoom lunged and she landed on Potato.
"Oh my Arceus, shes gonna eat me! Oh no! I'm too young to diiieeee!" Potato screamed.
"Eat you? Nooooooo...Even though you look delicio-I mean, Uh...Lovely weather we're having!" Miley Cyrus/Cookie replied.
"Oh yes, it *is* lovely weather!" Potato said, still underneath the Houndoom.
"Yeah, well, after those cold days this past week this is pretty good." Miley Cyrus/Cookie commented.
"Oh yeah, did you hear Monday was the coldest day we've had for 4 years? I practically froze to death..." Potato asked.
Smugleaf just stared not sure of what to make of this, then made a comment.
"Ignorant fools." He then just sipped his martini.
"Ummm...Ms. Houndoom, you're still on top of Potato..." Squeakerang interrupted there conversation.
"OH RIGHT. Yeah sorry." Miley Cyrus/Cookie said getting off the Tepig. (Finally.)
"So um...Whats your name?" Potato asked.
"Thats for me to know, and you to find out." Miley Cyrus/Cookie said.
"Oh...kay?" Potato said, puzzled.
"Lets go play!" Squealed Squeakerang.
"Sure...Me and my pack are game." (How come no one has mentioned that giant mass of Houndoom behind her before this?)
"Actually, we uh...need a little rest, Miley Cyrus." One of the Houndoom said, stepping forward out of the pack.
"THATS COOKIE TO YOU!" She barked (Lololol, lame pun is lame but very much intended /lame) at the other Houndoom.
"Yes, ma'am..." The Houndoom said, stepping back into the pack.
So they all wandered off and did lots of stuff.
MEANWHILE...
"Thanks Prof. Rowan. I can't believe you got this Eevee specially for me!" A strange little girl dressed in pink squealed.
"No problem, Clarine." Professor Roward replied.
The little girl happily walked out with her new Eevee.
"Now...what to name you?" Clarine pondered.
A half hour later she had walked down to a house at the edge of a forest.
She continued to ponder what to name her new Pokémon as she walked into the house.
"Mommy, I'm home and I got my brand new Pokémon!" Clarine squealed to her mother.
"Oh, good job, honey! I was worried you would get lost on the way to Professor Rowan..." Clarine's mother said.
"Well I got there just fine, mommy!" The girl squealed.
"Well, have you nicknamed your Eevee?" Clarine's mother asked her.
"No, not yet. I haven't thought of the perfect nickname." She told her mother. "Maybe...Fluffy...?" She wondered out loud.
"Well, I'm sure you'll think of something, sweety." Her mother said.
"Well, me and Eevee are gonna go explore in the forest and see what kind of cute Pokémon we can catch!" Clarine squealed, running out the door.
"Okay honey..." Her mother said just before Clarine slammed the door shut in excitement.
She wandered off into the forest, spotting something in the distance...