Elmers Story 1: The Lemon Boat.
Chapter 1: The Journey Begins.57 years ago, there lived the scurviest of all pirates-"Shut it narrarator!" said an impatient, high-pitched winey voice.
"Uhh… a beetle" he said in a low, medium pitched voice. Only when he's impatient does he get the whiney voice. "I'll narrarate now, buster." I said.
My pirate ship, also called the "Jolly Lemon" has sailed the big blue for 57 years. Minus 50. But that's not the point.
"The chickens haunt my nightmares." I said. Just then, my first mate, of whom was named Patrat, said, "Did you call, Elmers?" I shook my head, "Unless you have a lemon, I don't want to hear it." He, now angred, said, "You called me though! Charmanders these days, so messed up in the head." He rolled his eyes.
"Yes I am a Charmander, and yes, I do know the squeed, and yes, I do know your social security number." He laughed, then stopped, "You have what?" He asked.
A rumble shook the place. "Uhh… a corpse" I said. We looked to the sea after we recited the words of "Incrediworld Amazement Park" ('Tis an inside joke, m'friends) In the ocean, we saw a giant, blue monster in the water.
"Hey, you!" I shouted, "A ugly!" I soon realised that it was Kyogre. It roared, and spewed water everwhere, and the ship went under the water.
Chapter 2 Donald TrumpI awoke in cold sweat. I don't know how I sleep without burning my house down. "uhh…" I began, "a inception."
A green figure stood over me. It was the friendly rare hulk-mander. He had muscular, green skin, and ripped purple shorts. His tail was a flaming fist. "Uhh…" he said in a deeper voice than mine, "There's someone at the door."
I got outta bed, and went to the door. There was standing a buisiness man. "Uhh…" I opened the door. "A Trump industy."
There was standing Donald Trump, his weird haicut blowing softly in the wind. "This house is mine, just like my small loan of a million dollars." He stood, arms crossed.
"Too bad buster!" I said. Behind me came out my buddies. The green lizard, or Zeargan, a shiny, yellow skinny charmander named Shingles, of whom had a long tail with purple fire at the end. Then you had one of my best buddies, Groudon. He has the pika disease, so he eats weird things. Then I got my strongest companion. He was a worm I found 57 minus 15 years. His name was Goopda.
"I'm goin' primal!" yelled Groudon.
"Uh… not yet buddie" I assured him, "We will beat Donald Trump at a game of hopscotch."
I pulled a cement block with a hopscotch on it. "Beat us, then you can take our house." I said.
"Very well," he smirked, "I'll win with the power of the small loan of a million dollars."
And thus started the game of Hopscotch.
To be continued…