DISCLAIMER: Pokemon is sooooooooo kewl! LOL! ROFLCOPTER!
The first rays of sunlight over the horizon, bathing the clearing in a gentle orange hue. Fresh dew on the grass glistened like crystals in the sunlight, birdsong began to echo throughout the land, and the pokemon of the Kanto region rose to greet another day.
Most of them, anyway.
The residents of Porfessor Oak's lab were sleeping contentedly, exhausted after staying up until nearly 4 'o clock in the morning. But for them, it was worth it. Hearing the news of Drew's appointment with a fierce beating had brought happy dreams to all. Now, it was a simple wait for night to fall once again, so that the main schemers could resume their plans.
Unfortunately, they failed to consider one very important variable in their plans…
"What a beautiful sunrise!" exclaimed May as she strolled out of her hotel, luggage in hand. "I hope that the weather back in Johto is as good as it is here…"
And with that said, she began the walk down to the port.
Floatzel was mumbling in his sleep, not knowing that Haunter was shaking his shoulders in a vain attempt to wake him up.
"(Oh, Miss Bubbles, you are too kind. The most handsome and masculine floatzel you've ever seen? Well, I wouldn't say that… What's that? You wanna make out? Well, if you insist.)"
Floatzel puckered his lips, and brought his head forward, unknowingly, toward Haunter's face. Haunter realized what was going on and jumped back before Floatzel's lips could make contact.
"(Whoa, whoa, whoa! What was that for?! I know that I'm a lovable specimen, but I'm not into that kind of love!)"
Floatzel was still asleep, and kept on mumbling. "(What's that? You want more? Well, Miss Bubbles, I'll give you all that you want…)"
Floatzel's pleasant dream was shattered by a slap across the face.
"(Finally!)" shouted a victorious Haunter as Floatzel bolted upright.
"(Hey! I was having a great dream! Why'd you need to interrupt it?!)" grumped Floatzel.
"(The sun is rising.)"
Floatzel rolled his eyes. "(Thanks for that, Captain Obvious. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to try and resume that amazing dream, so just leave me alone,)" he said as he lay back down and closed his eyes.
"(Okay, but I just wanted to let you know that May's ship is leaving today.)"
Floatzel snapped his eyes open. "(Say what?)"
"(May's ship back to Johto is leaving today, probably within an hour,)" repeated Haunter. "(Don't tell me you forgot?)"
Floatzel was dumbfounded. He had completely overlooked the fact that May would have to leave Pallet Town eventually, and worst of all, she was leaving today. He jumped up and sprinted in what he hoped was the direction of the port.
"(Wake the others up and tell them!)" he shouted over his shoulder as he faded away in the distance.
Crouched behind some shipping crates, Floatzel had a complete view of May's ship, or rather, what he hoped was May's ship; his detective skills were not exactly police-worthy.
"(C'mon, Floatzel. You can figure out some way to stall the ship!)" he said to himself. "(ARGH! What can I do?!)"
Then he spotted the ships' refueling station. Cautiously, he slunk over, weaving his way around crates and boxes and avoiding any dock workers, until he was right next to a stack of oil drums. After glancing around to make sure that no one was watching, he casually removed a drum from the bottom of the stack, making the stack collapse, and causing the drums to tip over and spill oil in all directions.
In no time at all, the oil had covered nearly half of the dockyard in a shallow puddle, which the sleepy dockworkers didn't notice.
Floatzel walked over to a nearby crate labeled Pyromaniac Fireworks Inc: Blowing S*** Up Never Looked So Cool and lifted off the lid, scavenging around inside.
"(Let's see… sparklers… bottle rockets… Roman candles… Catherine wheels… skyrockets… firecrackers… mines… flares… ah ha! My favorite! The good ol' Silver salute!)"
From the crate, he withdrew a small grey cylinder, with a green fuse sticking out of the end. He was about to put the lid back on the crate, but then thought better of it and upturned it, spilling the fireworks onto the ground and into the oil. He pulled out a match hidden in the fur behind his right ear, and then struck it on the side of the crate, igniting it.
"(Heh heh heh… And they called me crazy for carrying a match everywhere I go… A good pyromaniac is always prepared…)"
And with that, he lit the fuse of the Silver salute, and threw it as hard he could. There was a big BOOM, and the oil around the exploded firecracker went up in flames. Floatzel began laughing maniacally, oblivious to the fire that spreading towards him. It was only when the fireworks that were near his feet began to go off did he remember that he was standing in puddle of oil, surrounded by explosives.
"(I probably should've thought this through…)"
May was walking slowly towards the port, taking time to enjoy the peaceful spring day. Because it was just after sunrise, the town was quiet, except for the dock workers, who were going through the last stages of preparing the ship for departure.
She was just beginning to get lost in the soothing birdsong of the morning when a loud explosion sounded from the direction of the port, and she looked up in time to see a gigantic fireball erupt over the docks.
"(Damn, damn, damn!)" swore Floatzel as he batted at his burnt fur. "(My shiny fur is ruined! What female in their right mind would want a floatzel with singed fur as their mate?!)"
Fortunately for Floatzel, there had been a nearby shipping crate labeled Fire Protection Co: Saving Lives for 50 Years. He somehow managed to wrestle off the lid, and found a pile of neatly folded fire suits. But the suits were meant for humans, not sea weasels, and some of his fur stuck out of the one he had hastily put on. In particular, the fur on his tail and rear end.
"(I'm gonna be the laughingstock of the lab! No one will let me forget this for as long as I live!)" he cried out miserably. But then his face contorted back into the maniacal expression from before. "(But it was all worth to see the coolest pyrotechnics display of all time!)" and he began to chuckle, which then developed into a laugh reminiscent of a mad scientist's. And so, he walked on back to the lab, laughing the whole time.
Back at the lab, the pokemon were huddled in one big circle, each trying to make sense of what was going on.
"(What was that explosion? It sounded like it came from the port…)"
"(Maybe Team Rocket decided to do something really evil for once…)"
"(Didn't Haunter say that Floatzel went down there?)"
"(But could it really have been him?)"
"(I bet that it was him. Any takers?)"
"(What about May? Wasn't she supposed to be there?)"
"(I'm sure she's okay. Floatzel smarter than he looks…)"
"(Yeah, but he's also insane.)"
"(He should've been locked up in the insane asylum long ago….)"
The conversations were hushed when the group saw Floatzel hop over the fence and make his way towards them.
"(May won't be leaving anytime soon,)" he declared, which caused the group to erupt into cheers.
"(Umm… did you have anything to do with that explosion?)" asked Noctowl hesitantly.
"(Yep!)" said Floatzel proudly. "(Best fireworks display I've ever seen!)"
The applause was immediately silenced.
"(You… you blew up the port?)" asked Staraptor in disbelief.
"(Yep!)" responded Floatzel cheerfully.
"(But… but… but that's against the law!)" protested Noctowl.
He shrugged. "(Last time I checked, there's no jail for pokemon. So, legally I'm in the clear.)"
"(But-but-but-but…)" stammered Noctowl.
"(Look, does it really matter? I'm sure that everything that was damaged was covered by insurance, and the only people who would've gotten hurt were those who were too stupid to run away from the fire.)"
"(Like you?)" said Sceptile, pointing to Floatzel's singed tail and buttocks.
"(Err… yeah! But it was all worth it!)" He let out a short bark of laughter.
"(Next time, you should leave this stuff to a fire-type,)" said Infernape, his face serious. "(You could've been hurt far worse.)"
"(Yeah, I know. But you guys were all asleep, and if I didn't act fast, May would've been gone!)"
"(So… now what?)" asked Staraptor.
"(Well, we just for nightfall, so we can sneak Porygon into the lab, so he can work his magic and visit those websites that Torterra told us about,)" said Sceptile. "(But we have plenty of time, so we can go nap, play, party, whatever.)"
"(Yeah… party,)" muttered Floatzel, getting a wild look in his eyes.