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Pokemon by Satoshi Tajiri, TV TOKYO, Game Freak, and OLM.
Fanfic by Cure Ariel.
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-May and Manaphy get married - Cure Ariel-
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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The wedding occurs.
May marches down with Max walking behind her.
Max: May looks pretty in that dress!
Brock walks down with the ring.
Jackie Walker: Do you, Manaphy, take May to be your lawfully wedded wife?
Moshimo: I do.
Brock: Manaphy?!
Lizabeth: That's The prince of the sea, Manaphy!
Ash and Max: Manaphy?!
Jackie Walker: You may now kiss each other!
May and Manaphy both kiss each other. May throws the bouquet of roses and Max catches it. He walks over to Brock.
Brock: These are for you, Lizabeth!
Lizabeth: Awww, they're exquisite! Thank you, Brock! Love you with a passion larger than Jupiter! (Grabs the bouquet and kisses Brock on the lips).
Brock: (Thinks) Wow! I didn't expect Lizabeth to kiss me like that! She really does love me!
And so, May and Manaphy eats some Wedding cake and Ash and has friends celebrate and lived happily ever after, THE END.
Ending credits:
"Under the Sea" by Hirai Dai:
The seaweed is always greener
In somebody else's lake
You dream about going up there
But that is a big mistake
Just look at the world around you
Right here on the ocean floor
Such wonderful things surround you
What more is you lookin' for?
Under the sea, under the sea
Darlin' it's better
Down where it's wetter
Take it from me
Up on the shore they work all day
Out in the sun they slave away
While we devoting
Full time to floating
Under the sea
Down here all the fish is happy
As off through the waves they roll
The fish on the land ain't happy
They sad 'cause they in the bowl
But fish in the bowl is lucky
They in for a worser fate
One day when the boss get hungry
Guess who gon' be on the plate
Under the sea, under the sea
Nobody beat us fry us and eat us
In fricassee
We what the land folks loves to cook
Under the sea we off the hook
We got no troubles
Life is the bubbles
Under the sea, under the sea
Since life is sweet here
We got the beat here, naturally
Even the sturgeon and the ray
They get the urge'n' start to play
We got the spirit
You got to hear it
Under the sea
The newt play the flute
The carp play the harp
The plaice play the bass
And they sounding sharp
The bass play the brass
The chub play the tub
The fluke is the duke of soul
The ray he can play
The lings on the strings
The trout rockin' out
The blackfish, she sings
The smelt and the sprat
They know where it's at
And oh, that blowfish blow!
Under the sea, under the sea
When the sardine begin the beguine
It's music to me
What do they got, a lot of sand
We got a hot crustacean band
Each little clam here
Know how to jam here
Under the sea
Each little slug here
Cutting a rug here
Under the sea
Each little snail here
Know how to wail here
That's why it's hotter
Under the water
Ya, we in luck here
Down in the muck here
Under the sea.