I need to get my priorities straight, I really do. I don't own Monty Python, Pokemon, or the absolute stupidi- wait, yes I do.

Aegothis's POV

"Yaah!" Roman roared, charging forwards with a flash of light, zapping the mighty Valiant Pokemon we were fighting. I leapt onto his left wing, biting and not letting go, only to be thrown off and crashing into a wall. So much for a noble finisher.

"Yo ho, a pirates life for me, al la wir sind dae essen!" Jay shrieked nonsensically, charging straight into a wall. "Mary had a little Mareep, little Mareep, little Mareep, Mary had a little Mareep, and now you're going to die!" With that terrifying (not!) statement, she evolved with a bright flash of light… Wait, no, that was just Roman Thunder Shocking the air.

"There's only three of you!" the Braviary screeched, beating back Jay with a powerful flap of his wings.

"The number shall be three, not two, nor four, but three!" Roman laughed deliriously, kickboxing the wall. That left it up to me, a Snivy with a disadvantage. Against all odds, I would prevail, in the face of death I would spit out my gum, and at death's door, I would knock and run away. The massive bird loomed over me, and I nervously edged away.

"Meep?" I squeaked out nervously, edging myself away.

"For Narnia!" The attack would've been more effective if the Tepig hadn't yelled it out before leaping onto the back- or tried to, because the Braviary used a huge Whirlwind, senting the Tepig into the wall, back end sticking out. The Flying Type finished her off with a Fury Attack, popping the Fire Pig Pokemon onto her back, legs in the air.

"It's just a flesh wound! I'll bite your head off! Yaaah!" To my right, Roman crashed into the wall, apologized, and did it again. The bird in front of me didn't look impressed.

"Feel my wrath!" it howled, tucking it's (his?) wings in and diving. I closed my eyes and braced for impact. I had few seconds before it connected…

"Jay, your momma so fat she jumped up and got stuck!" The Tepig was silent. "Yo momma so stupid she took a spoon to the Super Bowl!" The Braviary stopped in midair, evidently

"One," Jay hissed in a tone that could freeze lava, "Second, I never knew my mother. Third. Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. Prepare to die!" Roman rallied as well, apologizing to the wall one more time.

"Leroy Jenkins!" With an Ember the size of a Flamethrower, a Thunder Shock as powerful as a Thunder, and a Leer from me, the great bird fell, struck by my super amazing Leer… what do you mean, it wasn't all me? I deserve the credit- we're still rolling? Cut! Cu-

Ω

"Well that was great," Roman said happily, slurping at an iced tea. "Do you still have those blue stones?" I reached in my tail leaf and shifted around, tossing out my dirty laundry, three mountains, a good chunk of Johto, a few donuts, (which Jay immediately snatched) but no blue stones. Silence reigned for a second. "Yaaaaaaaaagh!" Roman roared in a good impression of the Staraptor and Zebstrika Choir. Speaking of, I do believe they're coming to town… "If no one gives them up," he growled, faking calm, "I will decimate this city to the point!" After that threat, a Scraggy tossed down a few shiny blue stones and made an escape. "Good."

"Nyah nyah!" the Scraggy yelled, stretching his mouth so wide he looked like the demonical Pokemon version of the Joker.

"You're going down!" I snapped, getting up and sprinting after him. He escaped, tossing a few choice words behind him. "Never mind. Why didn't you help me/" I complained to my two… companions.

After depositing some items and getting directions from a few pokemon where the Scraggy had gone, we set out again... to Pokemon Paradise. "Now it's cold out," Roman complained. "Jay, make a fire."

"No!"

"Fine…" We spent the night is freezing cold temperatures, (really only about sixty degrees below, those wimps) and come morning, two thirds of our group was turning blue.

Ω

After we had been sufficiently burnt to crisps, we set out for the next dungeon- Hay Pass, I believe. Jay torched the few Sewaddle hanging around and I handled the Wooper, and we altogether ignored the Audino. There were some shiny tree stumps that were electrocuted, burned, and jumped on, causing three more tree stumps to rise up.

"It's magic!" Roman gasped.

"It's a conspiracy!" Jay snapped.

"Its video game logic," I told them smartly.

We traversed the first five floors with only minor third degree burns, whiplash, paralysis, and for some reason, only one broken bone, which happened to be Roman's tailbone. Interpret that as you wish. On the sixth floor, the Scraggy and the Gurdurr from before waited. "Oh good, some joint responsibility," Jay said happily, causing a mass face palm to occur.

"We must fight! For victory!" I cried valiantly, charging. Three seconds later, I was thrown back into Roman, who complained about me making him break a nail. "Why didn't you charge with me?" The Scraggy Leered at us and Roman Growled back. "Keep doing that!" He shrugged and Growled again. "Charge!" Jay and I charged, only to be knocked out immediately with a large steel girder.

"Pink fluffy unicorns dancing on rainbows!" I heard Roman say before I blacked out.

Ω Roman's POV

"Ninety nine bottle of beer on the wall, ninety nine bottles of beer, you take one down, and you smash it on your enemies' heads, ninety eight bottles of beer on the wall!" I picked up a rock that had fallen and threw it at the Scraggy. "Ninety eight cans of Sprite on the wall, ninety eight bottles of Sprite, you take one down, you chug it all down, ninety eight bottles of Sprite on the wall!" I pulled a can of soda from who knows where and chugged it. Oh, they were screwed.

Don't know what happened there… a more serious one with less jokes, but whatever. Review!