Becbet's notes: Howdy and hello! This uhh…fic(I guess you could call it a fic)…has been (or, actually, will be) joint-written by moi and my two friends: Midnight Castaway and Esabeau. You should not read this if you A) cannot take a joke, B) are overly protective of the characters from Poke'mon (especially Tracy), or C) You like Tracy. Please, for God's sake, do not read this if you like Tracy, it's for your own good. This is not to be taken seriously. It is for our own enjoyment, if you don't like it; then keep your comments to yourself, thank you very much. One thing you should know: we are taking turns writing chapters, this means that I'll be writing this chappie and Esabeau the next, and Midnight Castaway the one following. This process shall continue till we are satisfied that our story is finished. And now my lovely brother shall read the disclaimer (for those of you that don't know, my brother was, um…tragically, turned into a head of lettuce. Yesh he was….yesh he was indeed). Alright James, the floor's yours….
*head of lettuce appears in a puff of smoke; a sign is tacked to its side* The sign reads: "Poke'mon and its characters to not belong to Becbet, Esabeau, or Midnight Castaway. The person who told you they did was gravely mistaken. Do not sue. Becbet has no money, and I'm sure Midnight Castaway and Esabeau would not appreciate it. In fact, if you do dare sue us, you might mysteriously find a mysterious chopped off horse's head mysteriously under your mysterious covers…mysteriously…"
*head of lettuce mysteriously disappears*
Don't you just love that vegetable?
Poke'mon Island-Episode One-"'ello Papa!"
Our story begins in the quaint town of Pallet, in the house of Ash's mom. Prof. Oak had decided that it was time he paid a 'visit' to Mrs. Ketchum. Unbeknownst to him, she already had a visitor…
"But why have you come back now? It's been 14 years!" Ash's mom questioned the Mystery Man.
"I found I couldn't stay away any longer!" Mr. Mystery Man exclaimed.
"Oh, Honey-Bun!" Prof. Oak called from his bike. "The professor's here!" When Prof. Oak entered the house and saw the Mystery Man, he gasped in surprise. "GASP! It's you!"
"Of course it's me," Giovanni said as he stepped out of the shadows. "Who else would it be?"
Prof. Oak thought about this for a minute when he finally decided on an answer: "Why! I thought you were Mr. Mime! He usually joins us on our…'excursions'…"
Giovanni's brow wrinkled. "That's just not right…."
"Ohohohoho…Are you so sure?" Prof. Oak raised an eyebrow and winked at Giovanni.
"Ahem…" Giovanni gazed suspiciously at the Prof. for a minute before turning his attention back to Ash's mom. "Petunia (I think that's her name), let's you and I go somewhere private to talk about our business."
"But I'm fine right here, dear," she said.
"But I thought I was 'dear'…"Prof Oak pouted.
"You are, dear." Petunia smiled at the Prof.
"Petunia…"Giovanni was beginning to remember why he had left in the first place. "Please…"
"I don't see why we can't talk about our son right here," Petunia blurted.
"Your son?" Prof. Oak asked. "Does Ash know about your other son?"
"You idiot!" Giovanni screamed. "Ash is our son!"
"But that can't be! He's my son!" Oak countered.
"Who's your son?" Ash said as he entered with Misty, Brock, and Tracy behind him. Oh, yes…Pikachu was on his shoulder.
The two men turned to stare blankly at their son. No wait! That didn't come out how I planned it! Oh, foo…
"Oh, honey!" Ash's mom said cheerfully. "I'm glad you stopped by!"
"Oh hi…um…Mrs. Ketchum…" Tracy mumbled.
"Tracy…" Ash whispered to his friend. "I believe she was talking about me…"
"Yeah…whatever you say, Ash…" Tracy whispered back.
"Anyway," Ash continued. "What were you guys talking about before we came?"
"Well," Giovanni started, "I think it's time you know…Ash, I am your father…" Ash stared at Giovanni in shock. "It's true. I left you all those years ago…"
"But…but…" Ash stammered.
"NO!" Everyone turned to gawk at Prof. Oak. "Ash, I am your father! Didn't you ever wonder why I'm always hanging around your house? My love for your mother….and Mr. Mime…has continued throughout the years!"
"You're both wrong!" Tracy yelled. "Ash, I'm afraid I'm a lot older than I've told you Ash…And, well…It was the summer of love…and um…meandyourmomdiditandyouresultedfromthatencounter!" Tracy began panting. "And that's the truth."
Ash turned to his mother. "Mom, who's my real father?"
"To tell you the truth, son, I don't really know. I guess they all are! Hey! That's means you all owe my child support!"
"But…but…" Ash stammered, completely confused…and not to mention the fact that his naïve view of the world was shattered. Look! I hop on the shattered pieces! HAHAHA!
Giovanni, Prof Oak, and Tracy looked at each other and shrugged. "Let's go get a beer, I need a drink," Giovanni suggested. His suggestion was greeted with acceptance so Ash's fathers all rode off to the nearest bar on Prof Oak's bike.
Brock and Misty and Pikachu watched them ride off into the sunset. "Well that was weird," Brock commented. Misty nodded in agreement and Pikachu licked himself/herself/itself.
Becbet's notes: Yesh, that was weird…but I am weird, so it all works out. Esabeau's chappie is expected next. But one more thing, this is supposed to be a kind of soap opera. Therefore, it makes no sense. And if your wondering why this fic is appearing under three author's stories, well, then you're a complete idiot and prove the theory of evolution wrong.
Oh, be a nice person and review. If you do…then I won't be forced to mail you that mysterious horse's head.