Title: The Mystery of the Missing Ketchup Bottle
Author: Deja Vu
Summary: Pikachu has discovered that a ketchup bottle has gone missing. Who could the culprit be?
Rating: No language, only a little Pokéviolence.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon, but this story is mine.
The name is Chu. Pika Chu.
A few months ago, I headed a very serious investigation for a bottle of ruby-colored condiment. It all started out innocently enough, on what seemed like just a normal day...
I was laying out in the sun, relaxing, as one is prone to do from time to time. I was attempting to snooze and sunbathe, but my human was running about the yard like an idiot, yelling orders to a very perturbed Charizard.
The large orange dragon yawned, trying to ignore the animated trainer who was buzzing around him like an excited Venonat.
"Go! Charizard!" Pika-pi shouted.
Charizard scratched himself.
I shook my head, then got to my feet. It was too noisy outside. Yawning, I told Pika-pi and Pikachu-pi that I was going inside. Pikachu-pi was currently sunbathing and reading a book, all the while watching with an amused eye Pika-pi's vain efforts to tame the dragon. The squinty-eyed human was elsewhere in Pallet Town, probably still ineffectively trying to find a mate.
"Okay, Pikachu," my human said absent-mindedly, still trying to get the stubborn Charizard to obey him.
I padded gently towards the house and scratched at the door to the Ketchum residence. Mimey let me in and started dusting me with a featherduster. "Mime, mime," he said, humming to himself.
"Piii," I complained, trying to get away from him. Reluctantly, he let me go.
I started to go and curl up on the couch, but a rumble in my belly reminded me that I was hungry. When your stomach calls, you can do nothing but answer.
So I went up to the refrigerator, unsuspecting of what I was going to see. I managed to open it with the process I had perfected after numerous trials and errors, and I gazed hungrily at the side. And then I saw the gaping empty spot.
The bottle of ketchup was gone.