The Isshu region was in peril as an organization known as Team Plasma were gathering and snatching up trainers' Pokemon, claiming it was fallacious that Pokemon and people should be these so-called friends. Yet it really was because of something much greater, something so horrendous that it took all of Isshu's supreme leaders to assemble and fend off these criminals. These people included the champion, elite four, three children, and all of the gym leaders.
Well, all except three.
All the way back to Sanyou gym, there were three rascals who were unaware of such happenings-although some crimes have happened right beside their city—as they were all in the same bed in their pajamas, watching Zoolander. One of these boys were named Pod as he was sitting on Dent's lap, while Corn was occasionally rolling around by them, giggling.
"Your lap feels lumpy," Pod pointed out.
Dent looked at Pod, "This is awkward."
Then they both stared at each other.
Corn rolled by with a pitcher of lemon Kool-Aid in hand. "Are you guys ready to get MOIST?"
"NO!" Pod screamed as he fell off Dent's lap, landing on the floor. He saw a lot of their dirty laundry under the bed, but he decided for the best not to mention it because he was supposed to do them. While this mission was in plan, Corn rolled over to the side of the bed with his Kool-Aid, giggling like a little school girl who just got kissed on the cheek from the teacher she had a crush on.
And poured.
Kool-Aid.
All over Pod's head.
Pod screamed really loud as if he was melting and tried to shake the liquid off his hair like a dog, getting some of the Kool-Aid on the bed; nonetheless, this never-ending Kool-Aid just kept going and going. Dent was watching this whole thing, eating a giant baguette, like it was the most interesting thing to have happened ever on Isshu when in reality a Ho-Oh flying over their building just got shot.
"Oh, look," Corn said, "you wet the bed, Mr. Kidz Bop."
"It's... everywhere," Dent said, casually wiping some of the mess with Pod's pillow.
"Shut up!" exclaimed Pod, grabbing his Baoppu and holding it at Corn like a gun. "If you continue... I swear to god..."
"Whatcha gonna do?" Dent teased while limp-wristing at him. "Flame us?" He then looked at the clock on the wall and gasped. "Guys, guys, it's TASTING TIME!" As a narrator, I believe it would be necessary to point out that every thing on the clock is labeled as tasting time.
"Oh my god!" Corn exclaimed and crawled over to Dent as he was unbuttoning his shirt. He also had Pod by the collar. "Come here, you fire freak, you!" Corn grabbed another pitcher of Kool-Aid, only this time it was cherry-flavored, and started pouring it all over Dent's torso. All over his nipples.
"MMM, GURL, MMM!" Dent moaned. Then he grabbed the pitcher and started pouring it on Corn's crotch, who squealed. Pod started playing his favorite song from Kidz Bop's thirteenth CD, "Here We Go" by N'Sync and grabbed his wet pillow and playfully smacked Dent with it. Dent grabbed his Yanappu and chucked it back at him, while Corn decided to break it down like a mofo on the bed. Pod felt the beats in his butt go wild, so he decided to join as Corn and Dent cheered, "You go, you fire freak!"
After he was done dancing, Pod lunged at Dent and started tickling him as Corn went to get some nail polish and hair brushes for the sticky trio. He came back with the equipment while going, "You and I could write a baaaad romaaaance~" They started doing each others' hair and nails, while asking each other the meaning of life until Dent asked something.
"Hey, guys? If I had a beard... would you comb it?"
"Of course, my beautiful brother," Corn immediately replied.
It was Pod's turn. "If I smelled like newspapers, would you hate me?"
"Yes," they both said racistly.
The end.