Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, I just obsess about them every waking moment. Gotta catch em all.
Author's notes: He, he, he...I like Pokemon. Review!! Review!! (email me at pryonisys@hotmail.com)
Once upon a time there was a pokemon. It was yellow and pungent. It liked to eat hot dogs. It would have eaten hot dogs all day if it was allowed. But his great leader, Ryan, took the hot dogs away.
"Why did you do that?" the yellow pungent pokemon asked.
"Because Goofus," Ryan told him, "you're fat and those hot dogs are giving you wicked gas. I'm sick of being woken up in the middle of the night by your farting."
"It's not me, it's the cat," Goofus replied.
"We don't have a cat."
***
"Hey Ryan!" Ryan's sister, Christina, yelled. "How do you erase pokemon on this thing?"
"Hey, don't touch that," Ryan screamed back. "Those pokemon are my best friends."
"Geez, sorry."
***
Getting back to the story...
Without his hot dogs, Goofus cried and cried.
"Shut up you tub of lard," Ryan yelled.
"Aren't you supposed to be nice to me?? Ash was always nice to his pokemon."
"Well, I'm not Ash, and you're useless. I should feed you to my magicarp, but you would clog his arteries."
"So why don't you let me go then?"
***
"I'll let him go," Christina chirped in, always trying to help.
"Shut up you," Ryan growled at her.
His sister punched him in the head and he cried before going back to his game.
***
Goofus farted and blamed the non-existant cat.
Ryan ran away to Vegas with Sarah and got married.