You shouldn't judge a book by its cover. Young Munchlax was no exception.
"What are you up to today, Munch?" asked his good friend Charmander.
"Gonna go to the beach and ride a surfboard for the first time!" replied Munchlax cheerfully.
"Cool, I'll come with you, but I don't want to get near that water…"
"It's okay, man. You can just sit on the sand and watch me shred the waves!"
"Awesome!"
And so the two Pokemon went to the beach and Munchlax rode the roaring waters.
Mr. Fuji approached Charmander on the beach. "Nice day today, Charmander?" he asked with a smile.
Charmander screamed because Mr. Fuji was so stinking bald. He jumped onto his head and swallowed the ugly thing whole.
Mr. Fuji was running around town with his new custom Charmander mask. He was in immense physical pain like an unending papercut of misery and woe.
"Help! Help!" cried a baby Stantler from atop a burning building.
"Holy tuchus!" yelled Ariados. "He's a goner!"
Mr. Fuji then realised he had the powers of benevolence on his side, granted to him by the one and only Bluster Kong. "I'll save the lad!" said the masked man.
Mr. Fuji shoved his hand down Ariados's throat and shot webs out of its spidery hotcakes. He slung through the air and everyone marveled with spectacular amazement.
Mr. Fuji landed in the building and found two Slowpokes in the corner. He slipped a foot in each mouth and ran around with his new fireproof wading boots.
"Where is the deer?" roared Mr. Fuji when he came across Heatran sitting on his special chair.
Heatran chuckled. "You mean… the Z-Crystals?"
Mr. Fuji gasped and then shot more webbing at the evil Pokemon.
Heatran ate the webs due to his spidery nature and his abs got more solid. His defenses skyrocketed like Alolan Exeggutor's pathetic life.
"Dartmouth!" growled Mr. Fuji. He saw a burrito in the corner and shoved his other hand in it. The burrito grew wings and five lightsabers, on for each finger. "Time to fall, you menace!"
Heatran roared and then put on his cowboy boots. "This town ain't big enough for the two of us!"
"Hey punk…" said a rogue Staryu in the corner. He was decked out in blue overalls, a red shirt, and a red hat with eyes.
Mr. Fuji gasped and took his lightsabers and sliced the newcomer. He knew only Incineroar is a viable option when it comes to beefy smash goodness.
Heatran let out a yawn and pointed to his sheriff's badge. "Time to run you in, evildoer?"
"I am not an evildoer! I'm a hero!" cried Mr. Fuji as he posed and showed off his studly charisma like Tony Stark would every beautiful night in Seattle.
"I see…" Heatran stroked his beard and moustache and even his eyebrows. "You're actually a despicable vigilante. Time to die, you horrible person!" Heatran's back opened up robotically and a giant laser came forth.
"Gosh!" cried Mr. Fuji. "You are actually a robot!" Mr. Fuji dodged the laser blasts. He kicked open the closet and found the poor young Stantler weeping.
"Are you here to save my soul, O ye of a valiant heart?" sniffled the Stantler.
"Aye…" Mr. Fuji stowed the darling deer under his arm and jumped out the window. He flew off with his burrito hand and shot water from his Slowpoke soles.
"That man cares…" grumbled the robot Heatran. "But I can rock this house with my upbeat jazz solo. Heatran pulled out a trumpet and played Hoenn music until the Miltanks came home after their extended snorkeling trip in the Andes.
"How was life?" asked Munchlax eight years later.
Mr. Fuji looked down at his coffee and smiled behind his Charmander mask. "I have gotten equipped like a man of fortune. Blessed are the Pokemon of benevolence. My dear Bluster Kong, hear my plea!"
The two then drank the coffee and requested more cream to add to their second cup. It was a true essence of faith.
THE END
