I'm hoping to get this into the "Funny Pikmin" C2. Have fun.
Pale, the cleverly named white Pikmin, sat on the grass wondering why Red, Yellow, and Blue Pikmin had Onions but White Pikmin didn't.
"Why do you guys have Onions but we don't?" asked Pale not facing the other behind him, who were being devoured by a Bulborb. They squealed in horror.
"That still doesn't make any sense to me. I can barely understand you."
They continued to squeal.
Pale decided to ask someone else. He went to a Yellow Pikmin, who was running in place near a pond.
"Gotta...keep going..."
"Why do you guys have Onions and we--"
"Stop! You have to see me run in place before you ask it." The Yellow Pikmin stopped.
"Wha—wow, I don't know what I would do if I hadn't—what was that supposed to—alright, never mind. I need to know why you guys have Onions and we don't."
"Lake drinkers!" the Yellow Pikmin yelled confidently, as if this would answer all of Pale's problems.
"Answer the question."
"It's because you don't have your liscense yet. Go find someone to drive with, like me."
"You have a liscense?"
"Yeah, but if you want to learn to drive, you'll have to drive our Onion before you can get your own."
"All you need is the assistance of one inside you. Mine is this bar of soap," he added, shoving a ridiculous amount of soap inside his ear.
"Let's just drive, how hard can it be?"
They climbed into the Onion, and Pale got into the driver's seat and took a few seconds to examine the controls before realizing that the "ON" button turned it on. He pushed it, and the Onion lifted off into the air. Pale steered it into the sky, going unreasonably fast. He bounced off trees, and soon was heading straight for a giant Red Bulborb.
They crashed into the Bulborb's head and bounced off, retreating from the Bulborb as they heard its roars behind them. Pale screamed as they crashed through the trees and into the ground. Then, they heard the giant Bulborb stomping towards them. Pale retreated from the Onion and ran, but started cowering in fear as the Bulborb got close. Then, the Bulborb started spinning around for no reason. Pale went back in the Onion and flew through the sky, avoiding the creatures that drop bombs with the balloons on them.
The creature started chasing them, and they flew incredibly fast forward.
"STOP!" screamed the Yellow Pikmin.
Pale stopped. "What?"
"Traffic is heavy today."
"Wha—there's no other drivers here, let's go!"
They flew towards more danger.