A/N: This story is whole heartedly dedicated to our favorite, MOST
IMPORTANT CHARACTER that appears in EVERY SINGLE EPISODE, ESPECIALLY the
American episodes, AND IS SUCH A WELL-KNOWN character that EVERYONE in the
UNIVERSE knows him: Mondo! Yes, folks, you heard right, the one and only
star of the famous worldwide appreciated Pokemon!!
Extra A/N: That was sarcastic... in case you're such a gimli that you think Mondo is ACTUALLY a star. Dudes, he's like, never mentioned in the show at all... so why the paige is he in EVERY SINGLE ROCKETSHIPPING FANFICTION?? Seriously, I haven't read a fanfic where Mondo ISN'T included in like... a month. So sit back, relax, and enjoy this fic written just for the Mondo fans: Mondo Mondo Mondo!!
--Klah n Clain _______________________________________________________________________
Jesse approached Misty, preparing to put up a fight for the prized Starmie. All of the starmie in the world had become extinct randomly for no reason, and hers was worth kajillions (I love using the usual fake numbers)... she crept up behind Misty's seat. Misty was online, reading something. Jesse reached for her backpack...
"What are you doing?" Misty demanded, not taking her eyes of the screen.
"Um, stealing your starmie?" Jesse explained herself honestly (for some reason)
"Oh, okay, sure," Misty said, and handed her the pokeball containing starmie, still staring at the screen.
Jesse froze, staring at the pokeball Misty had just handed her. She didn't know what to say... a 'thank you' just seemed weird... what was distracting Misty so much?
"What are you reading?" Jesse asked, leaning over her shoulder to view the screen. Misty didn't say anything, just kept on reading, so Jesse read it herself.
__________________ MISTY TURNED TO FACE ASH...
"ASH, I'M... I'M PREGNANT... WITH JAMES'S BABY..." ___________________
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?" Jesse shreiked, sort of shocked (wouldn't you be?). Misty finally turned to face Jesse.
"You see-"
"Since when do YOU sleep with James?? With... ANYBODY? You're like... two!"
"Twelve. But that's beside the point. This stuff is plastered all over the internet. People have been writing about us... take a look!" Misty explained, and with a couple clicks of her mouse, she pulled up a very... very rocketshippy story. Rated R. Jesse shoved her out of the chair and read... it wasn't long before she let out another shreik.
"These people are disgusting!! This is like, porn! What is wrong with these sick people?? And how do they know us?" Jesse faced Misty, waiting for an explanation. "You wrote it, didn't you? You're sick, you know that?? And you're only like, six!"
"Twelve! And no, I didn't write it! A whole bunch of random people did... there's lots of disgusting stuff about me, too! Like there was this one where I was pregnant with Brock's baby-"
"Pregnant? You're too young to be pregnant, missy. You're like, ten!"
"TWELVE! And I'm just as likely to get pregnant as you!"
"Hello!!!! I'm like, seventeen! You haven't even STARTED puberty yet!"
"I HAVE BOOBS THOUGH!"
"MINE ARE BIGGER!"
"Well, you're older!"
"My point exactly!" Jesse stood up.
"Your boob size doesn't determine your chances of getting pregnant!" Misty defended.
"I know THAT! Whether or not you've started your period does!"
"So what if I haven't? I can still get pregnant!"
Everyone in the world came and stared at Misty for about three seconds, then left. Well, Mondo stayed.
"Mondo, get the hell out." Jesse stabbed Mondo and he died.
"Anyway, the point is, I'm better, more likely to get pregnant, AND I have your starmie."
"BITCH!"
Jesse ran away to go meet James and they sold Starmie for nine and got rich and lived.
Extra A/N: That was sarcastic... in case you're such a gimli that you think Mondo is ACTUALLY a star. Dudes, he's like, never mentioned in the show at all... so why the paige is he in EVERY SINGLE ROCKETSHIPPING FANFICTION?? Seriously, I haven't read a fanfic where Mondo ISN'T included in like... a month. So sit back, relax, and enjoy this fic written just for the Mondo fans: Mondo Mondo Mondo!!
--Klah n Clain _______________________________________________________________________
Jesse approached Misty, preparing to put up a fight for the prized Starmie. All of the starmie in the world had become extinct randomly for no reason, and hers was worth kajillions (I love using the usual fake numbers)... she crept up behind Misty's seat. Misty was online, reading something. Jesse reached for her backpack...
"What are you doing?" Misty demanded, not taking her eyes of the screen.
"Um, stealing your starmie?" Jesse explained herself honestly (for some reason)
"Oh, okay, sure," Misty said, and handed her the pokeball containing starmie, still staring at the screen.
Jesse froze, staring at the pokeball Misty had just handed her. She didn't know what to say... a 'thank you' just seemed weird... what was distracting Misty so much?
"What are you reading?" Jesse asked, leaning over her shoulder to view the screen. Misty didn't say anything, just kept on reading, so Jesse read it herself.
__________________ MISTY TURNED TO FACE ASH...
"ASH, I'M... I'M PREGNANT... WITH JAMES'S BABY..." ___________________
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?" Jesse shreiked, sort of shocked (wouldn't you be?). Misty finally turned to face Jesse.
"You see-"
"Since when do YOU sleep with James?? With... ANYBODY? You're like... two!"
"Twelve. But that's beside the point. This stuff is plastered all over the internet. People have been writing about us... take a look!" Misty explained, and with a couple clicks of her mouse, she pulled up a very... very rocketshippy story. Rated R. Jesse shoved her out of the chair and read... it wasn't long before she let out another shreik.
"These people are disgusting!! This is like, porn! What is wrong with these sick people?? And how do they know us?" Jesse faced Misty, waiting for an explanation. "You wrote it, didn't you? You're sick, you know that?? And you're only like, six!"
"Twelve! And no, I didn't write it! A whole bunch of random people did... there's lots of disgusting stuff about me, too! Like there was this one where I was pregnant with Brock's baby-"
"Pregnant? You're too young to be pregnant, missy. You're like, ten!"
"TWELVE! And I'm just as likely to get pregnant as you!"
"Hello!!!! I'm like, seventeen! You haven't even STARTED puberty yet!"
"I HAVE BOOBS THOUGH!"
"MINE ARE BIGGER!"
"Well, you're older!"
"My point exactly!" Jesse stood up.
"Your boob size doesn't determine your chances of getting pregnant!" Misty defended.
"I know THAT! Whether or not you've started your period does!"
"So what if I haven't? I can still get pregnant!"
Everyone in the world came and stared at Misty for about three seconds, then left. Well, Mondo stayed.
"Mondo, get the hell out." Jesse stabbed Mondo and he died.
"Anyway, the point is, I'm better, more likely to get pregnant, AND I have your starmie."
"BITCH!"
Jesse ran away to go meet James and they sold Starmie for nine and got rich and lived.