One night, sometime last year, I was doing the dishes and a question popped into my head: what would happen if the Pokemon cast switched places with the Sienfeld cast...!? And so, I'm finally sitting down and writing out my own explanation of the question.

In case no one here is familiar with the premice of Sienfeld, let me give you a quick rundown. Jerry Sienfeld is a stand-up comedian living in New York, and he has three best friends: George, Elaine and Kramer (his name is Cozmo, but everyone calls him by his last name). Oh, and did I mention that they are all absolutely HORID people!?!?! They can't keep relationships with anyone, they have few morals and their capacity for good maners is, like, nill.

So... One morning, Jerry, George and Elaine wake up and find themselves teenagers again (only, short, fat bald George is suddenly a tall fit Mexican boy and Elaine is a red-head...) What has happened? And how can they get back...!?????

Warning: written on WordPad, so there's no spelling or grammar check. I don't know why my grandparent's computer doesn't have MSWord, but it doesn't. I'll just have to be ultra careful and re-read my work a couple hundred times before I publish it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon or Sienfeld. But if I had the rights to Brock... (swooooon...)

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Chapter 1: My hair's RED!? - Jerry, George and Elaine

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Elaine opened her eyes and heard... birds chirping? Did I leave the windows open last night? She wondered as she sat up. As she did, it occured to her that she was in a sleeping bag in the middle of a forest. Well, not quite; she could see a dirt road behind some bushes nearby.

"What the heck!?" She shouted, now realizing that the voice she was using wasn't her's; in fact, she didn't recognize that voice at all. But it had come out of her mouth... What the hell was going on here?!

She heard someone moving behind her and turned to look. Two teenage boys were there with her. One appeared to be a Mexican, or of some other Latino descent. The other had a mess of unbrushed black hair and a large yellow rat-looking thing sitting next to him.

At seeing the rat, Elaine shreeked and ran behind the nearest tree. This action spurred the two boys into action. It didn't really go far beyond screaming with terror at each other though. Elaine was confused; didn't they know who they were? Or did they find themselves in her same position?

The black haired boy triped over himself and fell on his back. "Who the hell are you?!" He yelled at the other boy (who was probably the tallest Mexican Elaine had ever seen).

"I'm George Costanza. Who are you?!" The Mexican said, still freaked out.

The black-haired boy looked surprised. "... You're George Costanza?"

"Yeah; now who are you?" George asked again.

"George, it's me! Jerry!" The black-haired boy said.

Elaine stepped out from behind the tree. "You can't be George Costanza! Youre too tall! And you're Mexican..."

"Who are you?" Jerry asked.

"Wha-- Guys, it's me: Elaine!"

"But Elaine's not a red-head," George pointed out.

"Aha! So you are George Costanza," Jerry suddenly deduced.

"How do you know that?" George asked.

"You know that Elaine's not a red-head, so therfore you must be George."

"So how do we know that you're Jerry Sienfeld?" Elaine asked suspiciously.

"Elaine has brown hair not red. Ya see?" Jerry pointed out.

"Huh. Wait... my hair is red!?!?!"

Something poked Jerry's shoulder (he was still lying on his back on the ground). He looked over and saw that little yellow thing I mentioned earlier.

"Pika-pikachu? Pekachu..?" It asked (he was trying to say "Ash, what the heck is wrong with you guys!?", but Jerry didn't speak Pikachu).

Jerry responded by leaping about three feet off the ground and joining Elaine behind the tree, where she'd retreated again. George stood there in a frozen terrorized gaze at the thing, so parilyzed that he couldn't move.

"Pika-pika-pekachu? Pikachu pikachu!" ("What's with you, Brock? You'd act like you'd never seen a Pikachu before!") The rat asked."It's trying to talk to me, Jerry... The rat is trying to talk to me!" George squeaked.

"Yes, George, I can see that," Jerry answered, peeking around the side of the tree.

"Pika?!" ("Rat?!")

"Elaine, try to find something to catch it with," Jerry directed. There was no answer from Elaine.

"Elaine, can you hear me?" Jerry demanded. He turned around and saw that, indeed, Elaine wasn't listening. She was taking a careful inventory of her new body.

"I bet I look so hot," She said, mostly to herself, seeing that she was clad in only a pair of short-shorts, a yellow cut-off tank-top and suspenders.

"Not in a million years with that hair," Jerry answered, glaring at Elaine disgustedly.

"Although," He decided, changing his mind, "If you just ignore the hair, I guess that you are kinda cute."

"Whoever I am now, she must work out like crazy," Elaine said, still thinking out loud, "To be able to bear so much skin and get away with it."

"Elaine, George is in peril, remember?" Jerry reminded.

"Oh yeah: the rat," Elaine remembered, looking at the scene in front of her: the rat was sitting on it's hind legs, apparently scolding the still frozen George.

"Pika-pika-pikachu-chu-pikachu!? Pikachu! Pikachu-pika-pika-! Pikachu!" ("I know that you guys act weird sometimes, but did you lose your minds while you were alseep? You're all crazy! That's really smooth there, you loser! You're such a loser, Brock!")

"... Jerry... Elaine... Help... Me...!"

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So yeah. They woke up and Jerry was in Ash's body, Elaine was in Misty's body and poor George was in Brock's body... and none of them can understand Pikachu. And Pikachu understands less of this than the others. Sad, eh?

All chapters will be fairly short. I don't have much time; all and all, I'll have an hour tops to whip these up, when I'm at Grammy's house at all (and yes, I call her Grammy. It just flows, okay?!)

Next up, what happens when Ash, Brock and Misty wake up in New York! Delights await!

Sincerly, Freida Right!