Poke'mon:
The Reunion
This is my first story on so it's not very good.
Ash flopped down onto his almost perfect bed.
"Mime, mime"
"Yeah, I know Mimey. No flopping on the bed. But it IS my bed. I own it!"
"MIME!"
"Aw, give me a break."
"Mime."
"Out of my room!" said Ash as he pushed Mr. Mime out the door.
"Mime, mime!" said Mr. Mime, waving his broom as Ash threw him out the door. Ash sighed, and once again, he flopped down on his bed.
He grabbed the remote and put his head on his stuffed pikachu.
"CHHHU!" said Pikachu.
"Sorry, didn't see you there."
Pikachu sighed, and handed him the REAL stuffed pikachu. It looked like it was being squeezed to death.
Boy, I don't envy him. Or her. Or whoever that stuffed pikachu is.
Ash flicked on the TV. It had been 3 years since he had watched this television program. 3 years since he had become the champion. But he also had something on his mind. It had also been 3 years since he had seen his friends. He would have to do something about that. At least he still had Pikachu.