How Paul Wakes Up in the Morning

By MEEEEE!!!!!!

Note to flamers- This was totally for fun because I was bored! DO NOT flame me about how it's not funny. I KNOW it's not funny. Also, HI flareon200 AND KaYlAhEe!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Nobody flame me!!! =cries= OR ELSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That night… =insert dramatic music here=

Chimchar groaned. Every pokemon that stayed with pokemon trainer Paul for one night knew about all the terrible things that happened in the morning. Paul was NOT a morning person. All of his pokemon were settling into bed, every one of them terrified for what would happen when the sun came up.

"One of you pathetic freaks wake me up early." Paul murmured. Everyone looked horrified. Why was this world so freaking cruel???

The next morning… =even MORE dramatic music here=

Meowth poked the side of Paul's head. "Hey…… emo twerp……wake up……gimmie ya chimchar…."

Paul groaned in annoyance, grabbed Chimchar, hurled him at Meowth, then pulled the covers over his head. Meowth looked confused about how the emo twerp had given up so easy, and then it hit him.

Hey, I don't care!!! Meowth thought, smiling to himself. He looked up as a pidgeot flew by and grabbed onto its leg.

"PIDGEOT PIDGEOT PIDGEOT!!!!!!!!!!" It screeched =translation- WHAT IN THE WORLD GET OFF ME THIS IS SO PIDGEOT ABUSE!!!= Meowth hung on and used it as transportation to get back to Jessie and James-with Chimchar.

A few hours later Paul opened his eyes. "Where's Chimchar?" he asked while yawning. All the other pokemon glanced at each other nervously. Did he know that he had completely just given Chimchar away?

Paul looked around. "Oh, right. I gave him to Team Rocket." He smirked and lay down for the umpteenth time. "Good thing, too. That's a load off of my mind. One less pathetic wanna-be to worry about." His pokemon stared at him………………………………..then started to back away slowly.

Back with Chimchar… =not really dramatic music here=

"I swear ya guys da emo twerp literally threw da Chimchar at me! It was as easy as cake!" Meowth said cheerily.

James looked bored. "I think the term is as easy as pie…" He mumbled. Jessie shared his 'eager disbelief.'

Meowth looked irritated. "Pie, cake, what's da difference? I swear, da emo twerp's practically given his pokemon away! We should get all da others while he's still in a cruddy mood! WHAT YA STANDIN AROUND FOR?????????"

Jessie groaned. "But Meoooooowth….we go through this eeeeveeeery moooooorniiiing… The emo twerp always gets his pooooookemon baaaaaack…" She whined.

"Quit your whinin I swear he's stuck in his terrible mood this time!!!!" Meowth yelled at Jessie. Her and James sat bolt upright at Meowth's yelling. (A/N: I KNOW that Meowth spells a lot of stuff wrong. That's just how he pronounces it.)

"Well what are we gonna do then?" James rolled his eyes, pretending to care. Jessie elbowed him and gave him a look that said, 'Don't freaking kill Meowth's pride.' James recoiled.

"We gonna walk in der an ask for his pokemon, that's what we gonna do!" Meowth cheered, optimistic for no apparent reason. "Well?? What you goofs standin der for??? LET'S GO!!!"

Back with Paul… =twinkle, twinkle, little… Ack! Wrong CD!!!=

Paul sat up again. "I guess we should go look for him…" Paul started to groan, sort of complaining, when Team Rocket burst through the entrance of the tent. Just on time… Paul thought. Did they have to go through this every day?

"Prepare for trouble…"

"Yea, yea, we do this every freaking day. Just give me Chimchar and I won't kill you." Paul boomed, not really trying to sound convincing. Jessie and James looked about ready to throw him Chimchar, but Meowth wasn't about to give up yet.

"I don't think so, emo twerp! Wer gonna get all a ya pokemon then throw a big victory party, then I'll be da top cat an not dat freaking Persian! Now hand em' ova!" Meowth yelled, apparently thinking he had already won.

"Uh huh, yea, sure." Paul smirked. "But you have to earn them. Gliscor, GO!!" A big, purple and black, =scary!= bat exploded out of the pokeball.

"Gliscor, Gliscor!" It taunted. =translation: Bring it on, alley cat.=

"Meowth, you have to battle it!!!" Jessie screamed.

"Why???" Meowth yelled back.

"I dunno, just cause! The readers would probably dig it if you died, anyway!!!"

Meowth gulped and glared directly into Paul's Gliscor's eyes. James, apparently trying to act like the Hearthome city mayor out of nowhere, flung both of his hands up in the air and yelled, "Battle begin!" Jessie gave him a look that said, 'where did that come from?' James didn't know.

Gliscor began…………………………dancing the tango. =I bet you didn't expect that lolz= Meowth stared in horror. Oh crap he's good!!! Meowth thought, panicking. Almost immediately he threw himself into a disco, but it ended out as sort of a combination of the disco and the wave. "NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!" Meowth cried for his life, but it was too late. He had embarrassed himself to maximum, and Gliscor spun over too him, waltz style, using a claw to crush Meowth into the dirt. What? You were expecting a real battle? No, Meowth and Gliscor settle things with a dance competition.

Paul called his Gliscor back in. "You call that the tango? You looked like a frog in a blender."

"WAIT!!!" James shouted. Everyone looked at him. "This is terrible! How do we make a decent exit now? He didn't blast us off!" Jessie slapped her forehead in James's ignorance.

"Like THIS!!!!" She shouted, kicking James in the behind. He was sent off into the horizon, then Jessie did Meowth. Then she shrugged her shoulders and got into the balloon.

"Aw, great! Now I have to train Chimchar!" Paul shouted toward the sky, ripping hair off of his head.

Chimchar sighed. Every, freaking day…he thought.

Nice way to end a story, huh? Hahaha I know it sucks, but it was for fun. For once I'm welcoming flames! In case you were wondering, no. I do NOT think this is a good fic in the least. Buh-Byes!~