A/N: Here it is, the first chapter of Donny and Carls excuse for a story! You don't have to have read Poke Rangers to understand this, although it would help, and you should certainly understand the concept of it, so I'll tell you. Power Rangers in the pokemon world. Some chapters will have references to chapters in my Poke Rangers fic(s). Those chapters are set at the same time as those chapters. Today, Carl tries to get a job at Golden Youths!
Disclaimer: I don't own Power Rangers, Pokemon, or the mentioned once Loony Tunes. I do sort of own Donny and Carl, but because I haven't copyrighted them I still don't technically. But that doesn't mean you can use them.
Chapter 1; Getting a job(Goldenrod 2106)
"Hey Donny, do you have $50 I could - er - borrow?"
"What! No way have I got $50!"
"Oh, ok."
5 minutes later…
"Hey Donny, do you have $50 I could borrow?"
"No! Why do you need $50?"
It was a Saturday. Donny and Carl were bored, and couldn't think of something to do. They would go to the youth club, but everyone who went there sucked. So the pair had spent the day at Donny's house watching 150 year old re-runs of Loony Tunes.
"Because I want to get something," Carl answered.
"What do you wanna get?" Donny asked curiously. Carl sat thinking for a minute before he answered.
"I forget," he said simply, and Donny sighed.
"Why don't you ask your parents?" he asked.
"I did," Carl answered. Cue flashback.
"Hey Mom, can I have some money?" Carl asked his mother, who was busy making dinner for that night.
"No," she answered simply, and Carl turned halfway to walk off before stopping and turning back.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because whenever you get your hands on money, you blow it on something that you'll use for half an hour before deciding that it "sucks". Like you did with your Magikarp."
"Yeah, but that did suck. It just sat there flopping about like a - something that just sits there and flops. And the guy said it was about to evolve."
"So did you try to raise its experience, before you - tossed it in the garbage?"
"No way! I'm a lazy jerk!"
"So you can hardly expect it to evolve. You're not gonna any money. End of story," Carls Mom finished, so he stormed off.
10 minutes later…
"Hey Dad, can I have some money?" Carl asked, this time to his father.
"What did your Mother say?" he asked, not putting down his newspaper.
"She said ask you," he lied.
"I said no!" Carls Mom yelled, obviously having heard the conversation.
"She's lying," Carl whispered, but this time his Dad saw through the lies.
"Now son, if you need some money, then its high time you start earning it yourself. You're - how old are you?"
"How the hell should I know!" Carl yelled, surprised at his fathers though that he should know - anything.
"Honey, how old is Carl?" Carls Dad called.
"17!" Carls Mom called back.
"Right. You're 17 years old, why don't you get a job?"
End flashback.
"So why don't you get a job?" Donny asked, watching the Coyote getting blown up, which caused him to guffaw stupidly.
"Because I'm a lazy slob! Just like the flashback said!" Carl yelled, thinking that everyone in the world must be insane except him.
"Yeah, but if you really want that - whatever, isn't it worth it?" Donny asked, and Carl shrugged.
"Maybe. All right! Quit nagging me! Lets go get me a job!" he yelled, so they turned off the TV and left.
First they tried the radio station, even though they had no vacancies.
"However, if you like, you can be the janitors assistant. He's been asking after one, but nobody really pays any attention to him, he's extremely senile," the secretary told them.
"Why don't you just retire him?" Donny asked.
"Because we cant, he's only 48," she said, and a man who was most likely the janitor jumped out of the shadows, holding a mop like a weapon.
"I hear that!" he said quickly, and everyone jumped in fright.
"Oh! H-hi Bill!" the secretary said nervously, but Bill just squinted at her.
"Don't "H-hi Bill" me! I heard you saying that you want me retired! Everyone wants me retired! It's all because I saw the robo-Mr. Mime, isn't it! Well, just because I know the truth! Just because I know that the Pokemon League is just a cover up for a pokemon-cyborg invasion!" Bill yelled, then started cackling, and twirled his broom around above his head, making the secretary and everyone else in the vicinity to back off slowly. By this time Donny and Carl were long gone.
"They weren't even gonna let me be janitor! Which is a sucky job anyway. But instead they wanted me to be the crazy janitors assistant!" Carl said in a mock imitation of the secretary's voice.
"Ha-ha! Yeah. So, where to next?" Donny asked.
"Lets see…" Carl said checking a list he had made of jobs he'd like, in order of preference. Of course, never having fully known the meaning of any word with more than five letters, he had called it his "List of crappy jobs I'll do 'coz I hafta".
"The Department store," he said, referring to huge one from the Johto games.
"What! Why'd you wanna work in a sucky place like that!" Donny asked in disbelief.
"Employee discount. Then I probably wont even need the full $50, so I'll be able to get it quicker. And its a lot easier to use than five-finger discount," Carl answered, and Donny chuckled in agreement.
"I'm not sorry, but no!" the store manager said, shaking his head firmly.
"Why the hell not?" Donny asked, sticking up for his best friend.
"Because its store policy not to employ someone who was caught with 500 pounds of lard in their pants," he answered, and the duo walked away with their heads hung low.
Carl realised something twenty minutes later when he and Donny were taking an Ice Cream break.
"You know what? I bet he made that store policy up!" he said triumphantly.
"Well, what are you gonna do, people suck like that. That's the main reason I'm glad I'm not a people. Where next?" Donny asked, taking a final lick before putting the cone on a passing 5 year olds head.
"Hey!" the small boy said in an annoyed voice, as he stopped and removed the cone from his head, and looked accusingly at Donny.
"Don't look at me! It was that fat ugly bald lady over there!" Donny said defensively, pointing in a random direction.
"Hey! There's still some Ice Cream in here!" the bespectacled child said happily as he looked in the cone, causing Donny to tackle him to the ground for it.
As the day wore on, Carls list dwindled ever shorter, with the most exciting thing that happened being an explosion coming from the Azalea forest(the same one caused by Donny and Carls soon to be heroes, the Poke Rangers(man, am I good with references or what?)). Finally, there was only one place left on the list.
"Ok, so I couldn't get a job taste-testing Rapidash manure, so all that leaves is - the youth club!" Carl screamed in fear as he checked his list, and the pair turned to look north, directly at Golden Youths, which strangely had lightening crackling all around it, and was thunder booming in the air, making one feel highly apprehensive of the place.
Behind Golden Youths…
"Whoa! Take it easy, guys!" a young trainer said to her large group of Pikachu, who were firing bolts of lightning into the sky, which came back down to the ground shortly, nearly hitting the poor girl.
Back with Donny and Carl…
The pair had approached the window of Golden Youths, and miraculously saw a "Help Wanted" sign in the window. Donny gave an odd laugh(similar to Skull from Power Rangers laugh), but Carl just looked at the sign in a confused way.
"Hey Donny, what does that sign say?"
Shortly, inside Golden Youths…
"So, you'd like a job?" the owner, Whitney asked.
"Yes please, ma'am," Carl said, which was unnervingly polite for him.
"Ok, then I just need to ask you a few questions. Name?" Whitney asked.
"What about my name?" Carl asked stupidly.
"What is your name?" Whitney said in an explaining-the-obvious voice.
"Carl. Just Carl," he said proudly.
"O-k then…how old are you?"
"Wait! Hold on, I'll remember! 17!" he answered eventually.
"And do you get on with people very well?"
"Nope, I hate every living thing except my pokemon, my best friend Donny here, and my me," Carl said shamelessly.
"So why do you want this job?"
"Because I need the money. Oh! I just remembered what for! I wanna get an inflatable rocket chair!" he said excitedly.
"He wants a what!" Whitney asked Donny in a whisper.
"An inflatable rocket chair. But I don't think they've been invented yet," Donny said in an embarrassed voice.
"Right. Well, lets just have a test-run. Why don't you try serving that girl over there?" Whitney asked, indicating a girl waiting by the counter.
"How much do I get paid for doing that?" Carl asked.
"Nothing, this is just to see how you handle things," Whitney explained.
"What! What a rip-off!" Carl yelled, whilst stomping over to the bar.
"Yeah, what do you want?" Carl asked rudely.
Um. I'd like a lemonade, please," the girl said, slightly nervously.
"Yeah, well I want an inflatable hover chair, but I've gotta work for it!" Carl said angrily.
"I-I have the money," the girl said, showing him.
"So?"
"So isn't it your job to get me the drink?" the girl asked, getting more nervous.
"No," Carl said simply.
"So why are you behind the counter?"
"Because I'm trying to get a job. Duh!" Carl said right up in the girl's face, which caused her to back off slowly until she had left the building.
"Great. Look, I'm sorry, but I just don't think you're what we're looking for," Whitney told Carl.
"Why not?"
"Because you hate people, you just scared a customer off, so I can only assume you'd do it again. And I'm willing to bet you don't know how to pour a drink."
"What does pouring a drink have to do with selling drinks in a youth club?" Carl asked.
"Look, the fact is, that you're not hired. I'm sorry," Whitney lied.
"No your not, if you were sorry, that means you would have wanted him to get the job, but if you wanted him to get the job, you would've given it to him," Donny said, almost saying something intellectual. Whitney and Carl just stared for a minute.
"What!" Whitney asked eventually.
"I forget," Donny answered.
"What about you, are you interested?" Whitney asked Donny.
"Not really, I'm not the one who wants an inflatable hover chair," Donny told her.
"But you'd have a whole ton of cash! That way, next time you want to get something, you would already have the money!" Whitney told him, and Donny had to think for a moment to understand what she had said.
"Hey, yeah! Ok, gimme the questions!" Donny said.
"Name?"
"Donny something."
"Age?"
"1, 12, 1782, 3…16 and ½!"
"Do you get on with people very well?"
"Better than he does!" Donny answered, indicating Carl, who was having a heated argument with the pinball machine for walking into him.
"And why do you want the job?"
"Because you told me to want it."
"Right. Ok then, lets just see how you handle a customer," Whitney said, and Donny went behind the bar to serve another awaiting customer.
He did a lot better than Carl. He didn't scare the boy off, and he managed to give the boy the drink. He was completely silent though, although this proved to a plus point for him, and he slammed the drink down on the counter, spilling half of it. Also, the boy asked for crisps, which e completely crushed inside the packet.
"Gee, thanks," the boy said sarcastically as he walked off.
"You're (not) welcome!" Donny said, coughing the part in the brackets.
"Well. That could have gone a bit better, but that's something we could work on. Plus, seeing as you two are my only choices, you're hired," Whitney told the pair.
"Cool," Donny said, in a bad attempt at being cool.
"Hey, Donny?" Carl asked.
"Yeah?" Donny asked, but he had to wait a moment for an answer.
"Do you have $50 I could borrow?"
A/N: Well, what do you think? That actually turned out longer than I expected. So do I write good humour? My other humour fics have been successful, but how's this? All ideas are accepted, even if some are not used. And they don't have to be in an episode, remember. Unlike in Poke Rangers, I wont be giving away chapter titles, because I cant of them as well. So, until next time, see ya!