Storming the WB1

Don't lie. We've all dreamed about protesting the WB's reckless acts against Pokemon lovers. Enjoy!


Pikashan61 yawned as she sat down. She sleepily turned on her television, and

quickly turned it to the WB. Seeing that The Batman-Superman Adventures was still on,

and it happened to be a Superman adventure that morning, the tired pikashan stumbled

into her kitchen, and groggily grabbed a box of Captain Crunch with Crunchberries, and

made her way back to the couch, mumbling about how the WB better not screw up again.

She had been up till 2 o' clock the night before, and only the hope of a new episode had

stirred her into getting up at six that morning. Getting up early on Saturdays wasn't usually a

problem, but for once, a morning of cartoons was barely enough incentive to stir her from

the warm confines of her bed. In short, Pikashan61 was going to be severely pissed off if

the WB decided to mess with the Pokemon-obbsessed minds that morning, and she

warned the TV in sleep deprived delirium that it shouldn't be surprised if she decided to

violently chuck something at it. Nothing personal against the TV. Strictly hate for the WB.

The morning continued on as two old episodes of Pokemon, a new episode of Max Steel,

and various comments during commercial breaks from Pikashan61 on how Max Steel can

have a HUGE toy product line already, when she could hardly find Sailor Moon stuff, came,

as the hour of eight finally rolled around. Pikashan61 felt the familiar tingles that she felt every

Saturday morning, as she waited for the message You're watching a brand new episode

of Pokemon, on Kids WB. What pokeshipper hints would come that morning? But all

hope was lost, as the old theme began to play like a flashback to watching summer

afternoon episodes, and better Brock-type days. But that didn't mean that Pikashan was

not mad. She flew into a rage fit for Jesse when insulted, and began to threaten the poor

TV. Suddenly, she fell silent. Pikashan61 had an idea. An awful idea. A horrible idea.

Pikashan had a horribly iawful /iidea. *snicker* Okay, that was a lie. It was an

wonderfully evil idea that only needed her friends and their Pokemon to put into action. But

that would also mean trying to wake up her lazy, sarcastic and generally unpleasant squritle,

Sam. She smiled. That didn't matter. The stinking WB was finally going to get what it

deserved.


She found that most Pokeshippers on the board were facing similar situations. They

were out for blood, and normally pleasant peeps had been transformed into revenge-

seeking psychos who were more crazy then usual. Cutebabymew had posted a long, all-

caps message, stating her hate for the WB. 98VMP's Vaporeon had gotten ahold of her

keyboard again and had written a message about it's destain for the stupid station, while

even more peeps complained to anyone who would listen that the WB sucked. But all

action ground to a stop as Pikashan61's wonderfully evil idea got posted:

We're storming the WB studios in LA on Monday. Bring your strongest Pokemon,

some plastic pitchforks, and some pokeshipper supporting signs. Oh, and a couple of

sporks. You never know when you'll need a spork.

AAML peeps stared silently in awe and utter disbelief, and some just in disbelief.

This idea couldn't work. But then, remembering that they were in a fanfic, brightened at the

idea, and showed immediate positive response. Let's do it!, See ya Monday,

Pikashan!, Ha ha! Death to the WB!, What the frik is a spork?!, A spoon-fork, silly.,

Someone should bring like one of those huge boxes of Cup O Noodle instant soup.,

Like the one's you get at Sam's Club, that can feed an army for 5 bucks?, Someone

bring rice!, Rice balls for all!. Pikashan61 grinned. This idea was going to work. She

grabbed her backpack, throwing in her radio, a laptop(with wireless internet connection. ^_^

Hey, it's a fanfic. I can dream), a hairbrush, and a spork. She quickly zipped her backpack

up, threw it over her shoulder, and walked to her room. Sam, as usual, was sleeping. She

groaned at the lazy squirtle, and grabbed her articuno, Artie's, pokeball, slipping it into her

pocket . Jeez, she thought to herself, it will be Monday by the time I get this stupid squirtle

up.

-to be continued....

Heh, you think that's funny. Wait till we stake ourselves out in the WB parking lot.....don't forget to bring a spork!