To my friend
Cheny…having fun in San Jose?
~* Prof. Oak's lab *~
"Chiko!" Chikorita chirped happily as it
frolicked with Pikachu.
"Pi, pika!" Pikachu answered.
"Pikachu and Chikorita sure are having fun," Misty smiled
as Prof. Oak adjusted one last dial on the complex-looking machinery he was
working on when Ash and the gang arrived for a visit.
Prof. Oak wiped some sweat from his brow
and smiled, "I think I've got it! The
Pokemon-Human Morph is complete!"
"Pokemon-Human Morph???" Ash
looked incredulously at the machine.
"Yes," Prof. Oak nodded thoughtfully, "if
a Pokemon—or a human, for that matter—gets caught in the ray of this gizmo, it
immediately turns into a Pokemon or human, depending on the form it was
before. If it was a Pokemon before,
then it'll become a human, and if it was a human before, then it'll become a
Pokemon, and so on."
"It's the latest invention by Prof. Oak!"
Tracey said, grinning. "I designed it!"
Brock brushed his Vulpix, "Does that mean
that my Vulpix would look like a beautiful young lady if she was caught in the
ray?"
"Don't you dare try," Prof. Oak narrowed
his eyes.
"I was just kidding," Brock shrugged.
"Well," Prof. Oak rubbed his hands
together excitedly, "I'm gonna try this thingy on a Pokemon Gary sent me for a
test last week…Tracey, get the equipments ready and bring in the Pokemon."
"Yessir!" Tracey saluted Prof. Oak and
hurried off to find the neccesaries.
"What's the Pokemon, Professor?" Ash
asked.
Prof. Oak replied, "A Cyndaquil,"
"Oh I cant wait to see it when it morphs
into human!" Misty squealed. "It must
be a cute little child!"
"Well , it all depends on how long the
Cyndaquil has lived," Prof. Oak rubbed his chin, "you see, the age the Pokemon
turns into when it morphs depends on how long the Pokemon has lived, but
multiplied by three."
"Oh," Misty said.
Tracey returned with the Cyndaquil and
placed it on a tabletop. Prof. Oak
readied the laser beam at the Cyndaquil (who was repeating, "Cyndaquil! Cyndaquil!" over and over again
delightfully) and pressed the red button just as Chikorita squealed happily as
it slid towards Ash—right into the path of the laser!
"Chikorita!" Ash cried and dove into the
way of the beam also.
Misty, Brock, Tracey, and Prof. Oak
yelled, "Augh! No!"
The Cyndaquil was still Cyndaquil, but in
the place of Ash and Chikorita there was a small little Aipom and a girl about
twelve years old with minty green hair, a ruby beaded necklace surrounding her
neck, crimson eyes, a bright neon green tank top, an emerald miniskirt, and a
pair of sea green boots.
"Cynda!" the Cyndaquil laughed.
"Ash!!!" Misty screamed.
Prof. Oak slapped his forehead,
muttering, "What did I do, what did I do?"
"Pikaaaa," Pikachu sighed.
Brock and Tracey were staring at the
Aipom and the girl, jaws agape.
"Aipom!
Aipom!" the Aipom screeched, jumping up and down.
"What happened? Why am in this body? Who
am I? I'm Chikorita, right?" the girl
glared at Prof. Oak, "What did you do to me?
And where's Ash?"
The Aipom looked up at the girl and
scurried to Ash's backpack, where it dug out a pencil and paper. The people crowded around the Aipom to see
what it was gonna do.
The Aipom tried to pick up the pencil in
one of its paws but couldn't, so it "transferred" the pencil to its tail and
began scribbling a message on the paper:
"You guys!!! This
is Ash! Prof. Oak's Pokemon-Human Morph
transformed me into an Aipom and Chikorita into a young girl! The Professor said that the age of the
Pokemon multiplied by three equals the age of the Pokemon when it morphs into
human, right? And my Chikorita is three
years old so it must be twelve! And I'm
about two and half years old in this body since I was ten when I was changed,
right? Right. Enough about the ages, Prof Oak, can you get me out of this Aipom
body???"
"Yes," Prof. Oak nodded fervently, "Of course, Ash."
But there was a sudden objection, "Does
that mean I have to change back too?!" it was Chikorita…or rather, the
former-Chikorita.
"Chikorita…you have to—" Brock started,
but was cut off by the ex-Chikorita.
"Don't call me Chikorita!
My name's Chloe from now on!"
"Well Chloe, you must change
back to a Chikorita! Imagine what Ash
would be like if he finds out his Pokemon is a human?"
"Ai~pom!" the Aipom pouted, as if saying, "I'm not
stupid, Professor, I already know."
"Then why don't he just stay as a
Pokemon? What's wrong about being a
Pokemon?" Chloe stuck her tongue out, "and I think he'll be happier that way
too…aww, he looks so cute! Cuter than
normal, even!" she picked the Aipom up and cuddled it.
Aipom, disgruntled, just sat there in
Chloe's arms, mumbling, "Ai, aipom, pom."
Misty snatched Aipom away and accused
Chloe, "It was all your fault! If you
hadn't gotten in the way of the Pokemon-Human Morph, this never would've happened!"
Chloe crossed her arms in front of her
chest, "Whassamatter, Misty? Getting
jealous?"
"I-I am not!" Misty's face reddened.
"Am too!" Chloe taunted.
"Am not!" Misty protested, her face
changing to crimson.
"Am too!"
"Am not!"
"Am too!"
"Am not!"
"Am t—"
"Girls! Calm
down!" Prof. Oak sighed, exasperated.
"Chikori—er—Chloe, there's just one little flaw in the program."
"And what is that?" Chloe glowered at him.
Prof. Oak glowered back, "Show some respect, young
lady—er—Pokemon, whatever."
"Yeah, what he said!" Tracey added.
Brock suddenly knelt down on his knee, his face red. He exclaimed, "Oh lovely Chloe, how can thou
be so beautiful yet so ignorant? It is
so clear that my heart belongs to thee, and I can only hope that thy heart
belongs to me—"
"Oh shut up," Chloe rolled her eyes.
Brock went skulking off, grumbling, "And I took all that
time just to look up those Shakespearean words…"
Chloe shot back after him, "Oh, suddenly the Shakespearan
actor, are we?"
Brock glared at her.
The Aipom was bouncing on its tail, mumbling quietly,
"Aipom pom, aipo~m."
"Tough luck, Ash." Misty smirked.
"Aipom, pom!" Aipom shrilled and whipped its tail back and
forth, accidentally triggering the Pokemon-Human Morph!
"AUGH AAAAASH!" Misty, Brock, Tracey, and Prof. Oak
screamed as they were caught in the ray.
But there was nothing more than a Remoraid, Geodude,
Smeargle, and Slowking in the path.
"Ai~pom?"
~* five minutes
later *~
"Ahahahaahhaaha—" Chloe choked, "oh you stupid Ash!" she
picked up the Remoraid, "as for you, Misty darling, we're takin' you to
the fish market."
"Remor! Raid!" the
fish Pokemon snapped its jaws viciously.
"I was just kidding, hon, calm down." Chloe crooned and
deposited Remoraid (who was actually Misty) into a pond.
The Geodude (Brocky Brock Brock) was still moping around
the lab somewhere.
"Sloooowking." The Slowking (actually Prof. Oak)
yawned—and went to sleep.
"Smeeeeeeeeargle!" the Smeargle (Tracey, naturally) was
chattering excitedly to itself, painting on the east wall (it was painting a
too-handsome picture of himself—as Tracey, of course).
Remoraid floundered in the water and a Magikarp rasped,
"Magik, karp karp!" so Chloe removed the stressed Remoraid to a pool with three
Gyradoes in it.
"That oughta hold you." Chloe smiled secretly to herself
and then turned to the Aipom, who was whimpering softly in fear.
Just as Chloe was about to snatch Aipom, the doorbell
rang.
"Coming!" Chloe called out, and prepared the ray for
whoever was coming.
The door creaked open and a boy with brown hair and an Eevee
stepped in, "Is my grandpa here—hey!"
Before his sentence was finished he was zapped into a
Houndoom.
"Oops…you were Gary, werent you?" Chloe paused and petted
the Houndoom, "don't worry, I'll turn you ba—"
Just then a small "BAM!" can be heard as debris flew out
from every direction and the Pokemon-Human Morph was now fried to a crisp.
"Uh—" Chloe gulped, "Oh."
~* four days later *~
"So you're sure this is Pallet Town, Crystalle?" a boy
with spiked black hair asked as he walked along a sunny sidewalk.
"Positive, Roshiko." The girl walking beside him nodded,
"This is where the famous Prof. Oak lives."
"Oh wow…" Roshiko gazed at the magnificent building.
Crystalle pushed open the gates and trotted up to the
door.
Together the two rang the doorbell and waited.
At last a girl with minty green hair opened the door, her
green outfit covered by an overall, which was rumpled and blackened in some
spots.
"Um…" Roshiko hesitated.
"Hi." The girl said wearily as she pushed a strand of her
hair back, "This is Prof. Oak's lab, whaddya want?"
"Wow, really? Do
you work here?" Crystalle asked eagerly.
"Well…" the girl paused.
"Actually, I live here now."
Roshiko and Crystalle were impressed, "Can we come in?"
"Uh—yeah sure, why not?" the girl stepped back to let them
in.
Crystalle and Roshiko took one look inside the door and
froze. Was this—the junk-littered room
filled with crawling Pokemon—the actual lab of the world-famous Prof. Oak?
"Yes it is the Oak tree's lab." The girl said warily as if
reading their mind. "And if you're
looking for the Oak-a-loaka, he's by the machine, snoring."
Crystalle and Roshiko looked at the way the girl was
pointing to and found a sleeping Slowking.
"You must be joking." Crystalle said, her eyes wide.
The girl shook her head, "Those were once humans too." As
she pointed to a Aipom was stuffing Cheetos into its mouth, a Remoraid drifting
in a tank aimlessly, a Geodude grunting as it lifted weights, a Houndoom
howling and barking mournfully, and a Smeargle who was splashing paint on the
wall (the portrait turned out to be another much-too-good-looking picture of
Tracey).
"No kidding?" Roshiko gaped.
"No kidding." The girl shook her head, and pointed to
herself, "Me, I was once a Chikorita."
"Egad!" Crystalle cried.
"This is getting too weird!"
Roshiko nodded fervently and they dashed out the lab,
shouting, "BYE!" at Chloe (which was the girl).
"Well, it's back to work for me then." Chloe sighed and
took out a wrench, wrenching a screw into a hole in the Pokemon-Human Morph.
~* the next day *~
"Yeah right Crystalle!" a girl with red hair
guffawed. "As if there really was a
Chikorita-girl, Houndoom-boy, Aipom-boy, Slowking-man, Remoraid-girl, and
Smeargle-boy!"
"B-but, I'm telling the truth!" Crystalle stammered.
"Some truth!" another boy snickered.
"She is telling the truth!" Roshiko insisted.
"Very funny, you two.
Just like the time you claimed to have seen a red Gyrados in the Lake of
Rage!" the group trooped off.
"But…" Crystalle and Roshiko said in unison, "we did…see
it."
~* meanwhile, at the lab *~
"C'mon…one more nail…" Chloe grunted as she pounded the
nail into the gape in the machine. The
nail slid in.
"YES!" she cheered, and woke the Slowking up.
"Sloooow?" the Pokemon rubbed its eyes.
"Look! I fixed it!"
she cried in triumph.
Slowking looked at the machine (which held together by
scotch tape and Elmer's glue) and fell back asleep.
"Aw c'mon!!!" Chloe whined and went, grumbling, back to
work.
Meanwhile, Aipom,Remoraid, Smeargle, Geodude, and Houndoom
were pointing and laughing gleefully at Chloe as she wrestled a screw into the
machine.
A/n- well, that's the end! Please review and tell me whatcha thought about it! My first Pokemon humor! (oh and I might make a sequel if I
get enough reviews…let's say about 10 reviews…yeah, that should keep me happyJ)
Later dayz
CyberSerpent (call me CybieSerpie…LOL)
