CHAPTER 12

I was pretty tired. So were my friends.

We all started demorphing.

TM1 had an unreadable expression on his face. He glared at the Pokéball in his hand, then put it back in the Pokédex.

"Well, that was close!" Boris said when we had finished demorphing.

TM1 turned to us. "Yes, and it would have been too close if it weren't for you changing fr... er, Pokémorphs. Thank you."

"Uh, you're welcome," I said.

TM1 looked down at the ground. "You won the battles. Congratulations." He smiled.

All the other Muks nodded in agreement.

"I guess we should try and get a few badges so we can control Raticate," TM1 continued. "We'll train more, and now we're more determined than ever as Pokémon trainers!" Then, he added more quietly, "Although some of us could probably be Pokémon breeders instead of trainers." He glanced at TM7 when he said that.

"And some of us should go to Pokémon college," TM7 muttered under her breath.

"Well, we're glad to help!" Rachel said.

"Those were great battles!" TM4 said. "Even though we lost."

˂Yeah,˃ Michael said. ˂I'm glad. 'Cause we tried our best in them!˃

"Well, we better go," TM1 said. "Nice meeting you all! Friends?" He held out his hand.

"Friends," I said. I shook his hand.

I turned to discover that Boris and TM2 were deeply involved in a discussion about computers.

"Oh," Boris said, noticing the sour look I was giving him. "Yeah, we'd better be going."

The Muks turned to walk away.

"Oh, and TM1?" I asked.

TM1 stopped walking. "Yeah?"

"Say 'hi' to your dad for me."

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Remember that hippie? Well, he started up a club called 'Hanging With Pokémon'. He keeps claiming that two Nidorans, a Mankey, and a Bulbasaur all gave him the inspiration in a weird dream.

Anyway, this club became the most popular Pokémon club in Cerulean City in just two weeks. Weird, huh?

At least, that's what Rachel told me. She made me sit next to her while she showed me the Internet.

She does that at least once every two weeks.

Anyway, we went to a Search site, and I typed 'The Muks'. Don't ask me why.

It turns out that TM2 runs a web site for The Muks.

After looking through the site for a while, we found the chat room. We entered it, and there were two people in it.

One was Boris2000, and the other was TheMuk2.

Boris and TM2 were chatting in the chat room.

Rachel turned to me. "Looks like we've got some new and permanent friends."

THE END!

Author's Annotation: It's funny just how dated fiction involving the internet gets. Animorphs #16: The Warning has a chapter featuring a chatroom, and it's pretty amusing reading it nowadays.

Also the Pokémorphs really don't seem interested in collecting new morphs. Think about how many Pokémon they could have acquired thanks to The Muks!

But anyway, this book. This was not a good book. It was pointless filler involving side characters who I don't think are even used again. The battles all feel incredibly forced and I think I just threw the Raticate event in there while writing because even I was getting bored of the story. Oh well, I was a kid. Yes, that's going to be my excuse for everything.

Next up we have a Blitz book, Pokémorphs #5: The Attack! And we get back to fighting Weederpies in the biggest battle yet! Yay!