Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon.
One day, Gary was walking in Viridian Forest. Suddenly, a jar of peanut butter fell and hit him on the head.
"%&#!!!!" he swore loudly.
"Ohhh, Gaaaaaryyyy!" came a voice from somewhere.
"Ash?! Did you throw this jar of peanut butter at me?!"
"No. It was the mutant space bunnies, Gawwy!" Ash giggled in a very creepy manner, causing Gary to take several steps away from him.
"What the hell are you doing in that tree, anyway?!" Gary shouted. Then he quickly said, "Don't answer that!"
"I was waiting for you, Gawwy!" Ash giggled again.
"Uh……." Gary sweatdropped, backing up again.
CRASH!
"What the hell was that?!" Gary screamed.
"Oh, that was just a small explosion."
"Was anyone hurt?"
"No. Just Tracey. He died."
"Oh, well, that's okay then—wait, what?! Doesn't it bother you that someone got hurt?!"
"Uh, no," Ash replied, shrugging, "This is Tracey we're talking about."
Then Ice walked over for no apparent reason.
"I am the ice cream man." he said boredly.
"Boredly isn't a word." Ash said.
"But I didn't say 'boredly'. The author girl did." Ice said.
"You look just like me only you're, like, ten years older than me and your hair is blue." Gary said to Ice.
"How do you know that it's not that you look just like me, except you're ten years younger than me and your hair is brown, Gary-noob?" Ice said.
"How do you know my name?"
"I'm in league with Santa."
"Really?"
"Yeah. And I shall now reveal to you…..my secret identity! I am……Jack Frost! Mwahahahaha!" Ice laughed evilly.
"Whatever." Ash said boredly.
"Hey, boredly isn't a word." said Tracey, who actually was only mortally wounded, not dead.
THE END