Thirty-six
Sword Swingin'

It was another, boring morning. Which, of course, meant that something was going to happen.

Flygon was crunching his Cinnamon Toast Crunch, a bored look in her eye. Serperior was reading the box. Frogadier was mouthing Radioactive while eating, an incredibly difficult task, but one done nonetheless.

Suddenly, something pounded at the door. "I'll get it!" Zoroark claimed.

"We have a door now?" Serperior took her eyes off the box.

"Hey, where'd Zoroark's tank go?" Charizard looked around.

"Apparently the author has decided to remove it," Lucario informed, sitting on his stick in meditation. "On the top wall, the door is located in the center to an apparent normal neighborhood to other PC boxes. On the left wall is the 4th wall breaking switch and closet door, and our kitchen is in the bottom right corner."

"Thanks, wolf-Zane," Serperior nodded, turning back to the script on the cardboard.

Zoroark had reached the door and swung it open to reveal an entire army of skeletons, zombies, Creepers, slimes, silverfish, spiders, cave spiders, spider jockeys, and Endermen.

"TREEKO, YOUR MOBS SPAWNED AT THE DOOR AGAIN!" the illusion fox yelled.

Treeko dashed past her, wielding two diamond swords, singing,

Do you like my sword-sword?
Sword, my diamond sword-sword.

You cannot afford, 'ford
Afford my diamond sword, sword.
Even if you could-could,
I have a patent!

He shoved a piece of paper in Zoroark's face while hacking away at a ticking Creeper.

No one else can make a sword
exactly in this manner-manner.
Welcome to my manor-manor.
I ca-ca-ca-canna-canna

Swing-swing-swing my sword-sword
whenever I get bored-bored.
I can swing my sword-sword.
I can swing my sword-sword!

Once I hit the floorboards
But I had it restored.
And it was expensive
But it was a write-off!

Swinging is my business,
And by that I mean swinging swords.
Please do not ignore.
Do you like my sword?

HA!

That was rhetorical.
You know I am the oracle.
I know you like my sword.
It's made of fudging diamonds.

If you don't you're lying,
But that would fine
Because it is awesome
And you're probably jealous!

I can swing my sword-sword
Because I am the lord-lord
The lord of diamond swords!

HA-HA ha.

A skeleton grabbed his sword and yelled "SHUT UP!"

"Give me the sword!" Treeko yelled back, yanking it.

"No, it's mine!" the skeleton yelled.

"Give it," Treeko demanded, glaring.

"It's mine!" the skeleton insisted-you know, his name is going to be Bob.

"NO!" Treeko yelped before the sword was swung back at him, maiming his arm. "Aww."

"SHUT UP!" Bob screamed as the sword was ripped from his bony hands.

"I'll see you in court!" he growled, stomping away.

"Why-oh right," Treeko looked around at the bodies all over the streets.

"…SING IT AGAIN!" Zoroark shrieked.

I can Swing my Sword belongs to Tobuscus and him alone, Treeko was borrowing it.
Percy: do you like my sword, sword-
oh, and I have a problem! You see, I'm kind of having an issue with finding the right cover page. I'm a terrible artist when it comes to complicated Pokémon like Zoroark and Serperior, and the old one isn't cutting it. It could be of a scene or something-like Treeko wielding his sword or the group crowded around Buizel-or just the whole gang with a Pokeball scene. The only way I'm able to find art is via Deviantart (no, I don't have an account), but I really need help with this! If I can find someone with a good title page, I'll add any Pokémon of his/her choice to the group, any personality, any kind-except legendary Pokémon.
Agumon: please help us out here! Please!