Here it is, the long awaited part three of Storming the WB. Enjoy!
Anchor1: Welcome to KTLA's evening news. LA's WB.
Anchor2: Welcome. Tonight, we have a bit of a more personal story. As we speak, there is
a large group of teenagers and some yet to be identified animals on the studio parking lot.
Anchor1: That's right, Anchor2. The group has identified themselves as It is
rumored that this group started at an internet site. We are still not sure what these teens are
protesting.
Anchor2: Yes, but before we get into that, how's the kids, Anchor1?
Anchor1: Growing like weeds! Jimmy just turned 8. Yours?
Anchor2: Allison just learned how to talk!
Cameraman: Ahem!
Anchor1: Whoops! Um....Here's Newscaster1 live from the parking lot.
Newscaster1: I'm here in the parking lot of the WB studios. As you said before, these kids
have identified themselves as Pokeshippers. The group was started at the internet site
or Ash & Misty's Love. The site is dedicated to between the two main
characters of the Pokemon TV show and is.....
Persian4Ever growled. Darn right it is. We have got to do something about this.
Blazeblast added. What should we do? Misty_AAML is out there negotiating with the
cops, our Pokemon are the only things keeping us from getting arrested, and the president
of the WB refuses to speak to us. What can we do? Nizbul walked up to them. All the
cops are over there? Nizbul smiled. Leave it to the tecno whiz, dudes. Those
WB peeps won't know what hit them. I'll watch the TV for a sec. Go get MistyMaiden,
Cutebabymew, Pikashan61, H20 Angel and Mystic. You guys come too. Tell them to get
their Pokemon as discreetly as possible, and make sure they're in their poke balls. Let's
see the WB pres. refuse this. What are we gonna do? Blazeblast asked. Nizbul grinned.
We're taking over the WB, of course.
Yeouch! Watch it! Heh, sorry Pikashan. Jeez, these vents are narrow. How in
the heck do you know where we're going? I got the plans off the internet, bless it's illegal
heart. And why are we in our pokeballs, again? I'm cramped, dangit! Would you shut up,
Arti? Why can't you be more like Pikashan61's Artie? Because Pikashan's Artie is a dork.
There's a second opinion! Thank you, Arti! You shut up too, Sam. Good lord.
And so the brave band of Pokeshippers braved their way through the vents of the
WB studio's vents, bravely facing the dust and vermin of the vents, and bravely
complaining about just about everything. Yes, the Pokeshippers were a brave bunch.
There's vermin? How gross! Dangit, just let me tell the story! You're the writer. Make it so
there's no vermin. If I do, can we get on with the story? Fine....there is now no
vermin. The WB just sprayed. No vermin. Continuing... Are you sure there's no vermin?
SUDDENLY, A MAGNIFICENTLY LARGE BOLT OF LIGHTNING BEGAN TO TO
SHOOT STRAIGHT AT THE BRAVE GROUP OF POKESHIPPERS, NEVER MIND
THE ROOF, IT WAS SHOOTING RIGHT THROUGH IT....Alright! Chill! No vermin!
Continue, we'll be good. Thank you. Pretend that this event never occurred. Ok, continuing
on...
If we drop through the vents here, we'll have easy access to the newsroom, editing
room, and the archives. Are you all ready? The group nodded, causing most of the little
band to hit their heads on the roof of the air duct. As if to add insult to injury, they all
suddenly and loudly fell through an unseen vent, right into the hall of the WB studios. After
brushing themselves off, and taking care of injuries, the group went into a huddle. Ok,
Pikashan61, CBM, Betheeblue, and H20 Angel, get all the anchors out of the picture. Tie
them up and the put them outside into the hall. Do any of you have a caterpie? They
glanced at each other. Sighing, Nizbul handed them a pokeball. Here. Use it's string shot.
Pikashan and H20 Angel will take over the cameras... The two of them saluted. Nizbul
turned to face Cutebabymew and Betheeblue. You two are going to be the anchors.
Cutebabymew's mouth dropped. We're what? Nizbul smiled. Don't worry, just follow
that little screen thingy by the camera. The rest of us... The devoted Pokeshipper paused,
are taking over the control room.
How in the heck are we supposed to get those people out of there? Mystic
hissed. MistyMaiden smiled. Leave it to me. She stood up and calmly walked in to the
room. Hey everyone! Every head turned in her direction. There's a ummm....BOMB!
Yeah! A bomb in the building! Everybody out! She was soon completely trampled by 30
pairs of feet thundering over her. Before losing conciseness, she heard Persian4Ever
saying, Leave it to me indeed.
Would you stop it with the Mission Impossible music Pikashan? Cutebabymew
murmured. Heh, whoopsy... Do we just grab them, or... Check it out! The four turned
their heads toward the TV screen where Bethieeblue was pointing. There, on the screen
was a message reading WE ARE EXPERIENCING TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES.
PLEASE STAY TUNED. Scribbled across the bottom was, What are you waiting for?
GO! Pikashan61 smiled. Very subtle guys. There was instant action, a flurry of string shot,
and before the poor anchors and camera workers could yell, they were laying down
in the hall. Pikashan61 and H20 Angel took their place behind the cameras, as
Cutebabymew and Bethieeblue slid quickly behind the newsdesk. You're on guys, said
H20 Angel, pressing the magic red button.
Somewhere in Wisconsin...
Hey! What happened to the Packers game? said Jim Bob (a dairy owner from the
southern part of the state). Hello, and welcome to Pokeshipper Nationwide TV. I'm
Cutebabymew, and this is Bethieeblue. The WB is no longer your place for letdowns .
We're here to bring you all anime, all the time. Cutebabymew cut in, Except, of course,
when the hip young teen shows are on. This is only so you all don't kill us. Bethieeblue
nodded. First order of business. Here is the first of numerous showings of Misty Meets
Her Match. Also, stay tuned. A Misty's Song music video is in the works. Cutebabymew
grinned. As Pikashan61 would say, Pokeshippers Rule.
Whoo-hoo! We're in the control room! Comments and flames can go to the good old address. Thanks for reading! Pokeshippers Rule!
