Superglue

Chapter 7

By Gabriel Lopez

Gary Oak was hauled into the lockup for driving his shiny red convertible drop top while under the influence of controlled substances. In his half drunken stupor, Gary barely noticed his new cell mate. After regaining what some might call a moment of lucid thought however, Gary recognized immediately that his newfound cell mate was wearing nothing but an oversized pair of slacks and a matching pair of suspenders. In all honesty Gary's cell mate looked like a bum.

"What you looking at Ashley?" Gary sat up. He approached the bum and reached out with his hand to poke at his fellow occupant within the jail cell to make sure he was real. The bum, who was sleeping peacefully, simply rolled out of the way of Gary's the incoming fingers. This of course caused the inebriated Gary Oak to fall on top of the other occupant in the cell. Which unfortunately led to a rather rude awakening in which the sleeping man's eyes snapped open.

After wrestling his assailant to the ground, Ranma grabbed Gary and pulled him up to eye level by the water evolution stone he was wearing around his neck. "Who are-"a poof and a cloud of smoke "YOu! huh!" Ranma cried out. As the pants he was wearing seemed to fall off as his body, Ranma once again realized that he was a Pikachu. Letting go of the water stone in momentary shock Ranma began to fall. Quickly, Pika-Ranma-chu grabbed onto Gary's pants with his newfound stubby little arms and pulled them to the ground leaving Gary standing there in nothing but his boxers as Officer Jenny entered the hall, with two canine pokemon flanking her side .

"Hey you two keep it dow-!…where's Mr. Cheeks?" Officer Jenny asked the two occupants of the cell looked at her dumbfounded. Oficer jenny then took immediate action. "Growlith, Arcanine, perimeter search." Officer Jenny then blew the whistle she carried around her neck.

"Arf!" came the stereo response of the two police dogs as they left to search the perimeter of the futuristic police station. The facility was so state of the art that the entire police station could be manned by a single officer. In fact, thanks to the same technology, one officer acted as detective, crime scene investigator, and district attorney for the entire city.

"Okay you." Officer Jenny began to interrogate Gary, immediately ignoring the pikachu…and the pants that had dropped to his feet. "Tell me everything that happened."

"but I don't know anything!" Gary whined

" oh dear I guess I'll need to prep the fire hose."

"but it's the truth I swear!" Gary pleaded.

Ranma wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth, having seen the canine patrol leave, and taking advantage of officer Jenny's interrogation of his cell mate, Ranma made use of his newfound size and squeezed his scrawny little butt through the bars… Mr. Cheeks had made it as far as the kitchen before he was finally captured.

"Thought you could escape did you?" came the gloating voce of …Officer Jenny, but it was clearly a different officer jenny because this one was wearing glasses.

It was then that the first officer Jenny then entered the kitchen.

"Hey, Brock. Do you know where we keep the… Is that a pikachu?" Jenny asked.

"Yep! Finally caught the little bugger in the act too." Brock replied

"Pika?" came Ranma's involuntary puzzled response.

"oh ho ho! thought you could steal my snickers bar did you!"

"what!" Ranmachu shouted in outrage.

"Gasp. It can talk!" Jenny shouted out.

Brock upended her coffee mug on the pikachu who seemed painfully unhappy with that sort of thing. Clearly it wasn't a Victim of Jusenkeyo.

"CHUUUUUUU!" Ranma, out of anger and pain shocked Brock and Jenny until he collapsed from exhaustion. After Ranma collapsed, a charred Brockette inspected Ranma's limp form and decided it was best to get him to the pokemon center right away.

A.N. In response to negative feedback, ask me if I care. opinions are like belly buttons, everyone has one, just as everyone is entitled to their individual imagination so fuss off fluffy. Some stories get better the longer they're told while others degenerate. Length does not and has never determined the quality of something. weather that something be a story book, an old movie, a comic book, or news report the length doesn't matter as long as you can follow along. Unfortunately for you, I prefer not to take three pages to describe a plane crash or how every drop of water flows into a river from a water fall. I like to assume people already know water is wet and fire is hot, Peace out honey bunny, I look forward to outlasting you.