Hey people! This is Eeveeleah. Okaaay, this is my first story, so I don't know how you readers will like it. This is basically just a bunch of one-shots about the untold adventures of Oblivia. I got the inspiration [did I spell that right?] from Ju5t An0th3r H3d63h06's story sketch, and based quite a few of my stories from her, so I must give her credit. So if you want awesome Pokemon Ranger SoA stories featuring Kate, Keith, and Rythmi, check her out! Thanks for inspiring me!

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon, though if I did, Pokemon Rangers would have there own TV show.

Summer: *barges in* NEMAAAA!

Nema: Hey Summer. What's up?

Summer: *deadly calm tone* Don't you dare try to play innocent. *loses the tone* You took a picture of ME and RED EYES at the Rainbow Festival last night! *ahem*

Nema: Who, moi? I would never!

Summer: They put your name under the picture. *holds up a newspaper*

Nema: …Oops?

Ben: …Wow…

Red Eyes: Holy Arceus…

Ben: I can't believe she actually did it.

Red Eyes: Me neither. Where did Summer even get a toilet paper role that big anyways?

Rand: Hey guys, what's u- why is the Wireless Tower covered in toilet paper?

Ben: Ummm, we might have dared Summer…

Summer: Um, Blue Eyes, why is your hair brown?

Blue Eyes: Fudge happened.

Summer: *tilts head to side in confusion*

Blue Eyes: *sigh* Red Eyes thought it was funny to dump pudding in my hair.

Summer: Shall we plan your revenge?

Blue Eyes: We shall.

Red Eyes: *walking… then a bunch of shellos slime is dumped on him from above* UGH! WHAT THE H***!

Blue Eyes/Summer: *on pokemon in the sky* BWAAAAAHAHA

Red Eyes: D*** you two…

Leanne: But this dress is so pretty!

Summer: Leanne, there is an incredible difference between frilly and simple layers.

Leanne: But-

Summer: Ditch. The. Dress. NOW!

Summer: Hola!

Ben: Translation?

Summer: …

Ben: *facepalms* You gotta be kidding me.

Nema: But Summer, this movie's PG-13!

Summer: Has this ever stopped us before?

Nema: *panic-y tone* But what if Papa finds out?!

Summer: …We run like h***.

Summer: Pancakes!

Blue Eyes: Waffles!

Summer: Pancakes!

Blue Eyes: Waffles!

Summer: Pancakes!

Blue Eyes: Waffles!

Summer: Pancakes!

Blue Eyes: Waffles!

Red Eyes: Bacon!

Summer: *crosses arms* HEY! You stole my turn! But good idea.

Ben: *crosses arms* Sooo, you're gonna take about a gazillion years to look for the TV remote instead of getting up and changing the channel?

Summer: That and Rand will kill me if I he finds out I lost it again.

Ben: Point taken. I'll see if Nema blew it up by 'accident'.

Ben: Hey Summ- Whoa.

Summer: Ten bucks, buddy. I took the bet and curled my hair. Hey, do you have a fever? Your face is looking kind of red…

Red Eyes: *walks in, sees Summer, and faints*

Summer: …What?

Ben: My crayon!

Summer: No! My crayon!

Ben: Leaaaaaanne! Summer stole my crayon!

Summer: *pouts* He was taking too long!

Leanne: Children. What are you two drawing, anyways?

Summer: *holds up a picture of…* Squiggles!

Leanne: *facepalms* I speak too soon.

Summer: I'm bored…

Ben: …

Summer: I mean it Ben. Ben?

Ben: …zzz…

Summer: Aha. *smirks and pulls out a sharpie* I think my bored-ness has been cured.

[about a half-hour later]

Ben: SUUUUUUMMER!

Blue Eyes: You play guitar?

Red Eyes: A little bit, but I never really play for anyone.

Blue Eyes: Ah. Don't worry, I won't tell Summer.

Red Eyes: *blushes* WHAT DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING?!

Blue Eyes: She loves playing the guitar.

Red Eyes: …Really?

Nema: Can I have your desert?

Summer: *sounding bored* You asked that yesterday.

Nema: I won't ask again!

Summer: Said that yesterday.

Nema: l really mean it!

Summer: Said that too.

Nema: *looking annoyed* What can I eat of yours?!

Summer: *looking interested* How about my vegetables?

Summer: Jeez, I'm tired. *yawns*

Ben: Holy Arceus, that must be the shortest, quietest full sentence I've heard coming from Summer.

Summer: Oh, shuddup.

Ben: WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH THE REAL SUMMER?!

Summer: LOOK HERE, BENJAMIN! I'VE HAD A REALLY BAD DAY AND-

Ben: OKAY! You're real Summer!

Summer: No freaking duh.

Ben: Summer, Sums, Summy, Sum-shine, Sumilina, Summeo, Summer-chan, Summilla, Sum-

Summer: WHAT IN THE NAME OF ARCEUS DO YOU WANT BENJAMIN?!

Ben: I was just gonna ask if you wanted some ice-cream…

Nema: Aw, but blowing the trumpet's fun!

Rand: Not for the ears of the people trying to sleep in the middle of the night. *ahem*

Ben: Yeah, not everyone's nocturnal.

Nema: *pouting*

Ben: Actually, I wanna try something with that…

[a minute later, the three are standing over Summer in bed, who can sleep through practically anything]

Ben: 'Kay Nema, hit it.

Nema: *blows on the trumpet hard*

Summer: …hmm… *turns on her side*

The Other Three: *jaws dropping*

Rand: She's still sleeping…

Leanne: *sneaking up behind them and sounding beyond furious* Guess who isn't.

Summer: Now Ben, before you make any comments, know that if I down this GIGANTIC ice-cream cone in under five minutes, you won't have to pay.

Ben: Point taken. Now hurry and eat, I think I left my wallet at Rand's house.

Summer: *digging in*

Ben: I didn't even know it was possible to play the Kung Fu Panda theme song on the saxophone.

Nema: That's because I'm awesome that way-

Summer: Well I just learned it's a form of ear torture.

Nema: ...Ouch.

Summer: PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME, PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME, PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME, PEANUT BUTTER-

Red Eyes: SHUT UP!

Summer: …Touché.

So, that about wraps it up. I really don't know if I'm gonna most anymore stories, so if anyone gives me suggestions, so don't be disappointed if I don't use them.

Review, please! Flames as well; I want some advice from other writers/readers on how I could improve.

Oh yeah, I nearly forgot! *ahem* I am dedicating this series of stories to my awesome seventh grade reading/writing/homeroom/x-block teacher,who I will not name for the sake of privacy, who helped me open up to my classmates and have fun in class.

That is all.