Storming the WB5

Hey everyone! Here's the next part of Storming the WB for your reading pleasure. I'm on the very verge of being finished with the next part of Follow Your Heart for all you AAMRN lovers out there, but for now... Read, laugh, and enjoy!


Storming the WB, Part 5
By Pikashan61

Are you sure about this, you guys? Cutebabymew said, a suspicious tone in her

voice. What do you think, we were running in here at top speed for our heath?! Arti

yelled, almost hysterical. Bethieeblue frowned, If they're right, then we're in big trouble.

H20 Angel nodded from behind the still running camera. Big trouble. Huge trouble. It can't

end yet! We're not finished with this place! Pikashan61 looked at Arti and Sam. Both of

you, go outside and help the others, and please, for once in your life, don't do something

stupid. The two Pokemon were too scared to even argue, and were once again running

back the way they came. Pikashan turned to the camera, and began to talk to the peeps in

the control room. Guys, try and keep us on the air. I'll be in there in a sec. St... Um, I mean,

H20 Angel, can you handle the camera work for now? H20 Angel smiled, and gave a

thumbs up. CBM frowned. What the heck are we supposed to talk about? Pikashan

shrugged. I don't know. Think of something! She turned again to the camera and smiled

broadly. Don't go away just yet, folks! Looks like the party's just beginning!


Back in the Parking Lot...

WHAT ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DO ABOUT THIS?! Vapor was yelling,

getting so exited she sounded like a hamster on steroids. I DON'T KNOW!!!! AAAAA!!!!!

Ashley Ketchem screamed. The two of them were running around in circles, and soon

Vaporeon joined them. As the president of the United States drove up in his tanks, the

screaming girls were the first impression he had of the Pokeshippers. Yep, we were just

getting on better and better graces with the government, huh? Lucky for them,

Misty_AAML ran up, grabbed he two girls, and shouted to Haunter to, CLOSE THE

BLINKING HOLE! Goshticles, am I running a freakin' barn here? Which nobody really

understood, but it didn't matter that much, because everyone outside was just glad that the

fearless leader was living up to her name. The tanks drove closer and closer, finally reaching

the bubble and stopping. Vice President Al Gore was the first person to step out, and he

immediately tried to talk and reason with the peeps. Hello...children...I...am...your...vice...

president...Algore...I...mean...um..Albert...Gore. Just...one... of...the...people... like...you...

By the time he was done explaining his name, most of the group had fallen asleep, as had

many of the tank drivers and President Clinton himself. But the invigorating sleep was not to

last as the Sailor Moon music filled the air and, suddenly on the horizon, there appeared a

savor of love and justice, ready to... oh sorry, wait *shuffles though papers* Heh, that

would be the author's Sailor Moon manga... but heck, this entire fic is pretty stupid already,

so WHY NOT? As I was saying... ready to kick some serious butt here in the parking lot of

the WB... wait a sec, never mind. As much as I would love to do something extremely

weird like that, I would much rather do something like..........But the invigorating sleep was

not to last as a cry of war pierced thorough their ears, and Arti flew down, Sam perched on

his back wielding a spork! But, unfortunately, Arti's aim wasn't exactly on target, and he

rammed right into the door to the tank that Al had just opened, and both he and Sam slid,

unconscious, inside one of the giant green monsters. Ignoring this, Al Gore continued to

speak, as our fearless leader and the band of Pokeshippers shook their heads.

Children...have...you... seen... any... terrorists... around? Misty_AAML tried to smile

innocently. Why, no! In fact... She let out a unnatural, high pitched laugh. ... Some of them

passed threw here, but I think they're somewhere in, um... New York by now! Yep, no

reason to go shooting at us now! We're just innocent children! HA HA! The peeps eyes

widened. They weren't aware that anyone could ever laugh that loud without some kind of

amplication device. But, when time calls for it...


Meanwhile, back in the studio...

Okay, Artie... put the monitor down. Pikashan61 said slowly to her Articuno. You're

sure he's not like, dead or something, right? Mystic said, looking curiously at the seemingly

frozen Artie. MistyMaiden shook her head. I think he still has a heartbeat. Nizbul peered

with squinting eyes at the unmoving Articuno. Maybe he's in a coma, Pikashan.

Persian4Ever frowned. I don't know. He has been holding that monitor for a awfully long

time... Blazeblast nodded in agreement. Pikashan sighed in exasperation. He's not dead,

OKAY? He's just kinda, um... not moving? MistyMaiden grinned. I swear Pikashan, your

Pokemon are even weirder then mine. Blaze rolled her eyes. Not possible. With a

Pokemon like Arti... MistyMaiden cut her off. Ahh... but Pikashan's got Sam. Pikashan

looked from MM to Blaze. Excuse me... as much as I would LOVE to hear the conclusion

of this discussion, my Pokemon looks dead. So could we please stay on the subject?

Mystic raised an eyebrow. I thought you said he wasn't dead...


Deep in the halls of the WB studios...

Have you concocted a plan for getting them out of here yet, my timid assistant?

The WB president sneered in a low menacing voice, piercing the darkness that surrounded

him with his diabolical tone. The timid assistant looked confused. I thought you told me to to

get you a cup of coffee. Also, I bought you some cough drops for that menacing tone

you've got there. You may be getting a cold. Also, why don't you open some curtains...it's

awfully dark in here... The assistant jumped back, scared. Now, the

president was up, and pacing the floor, nervously. We must get them out of here! Our

ratings will take a dive if we don't hurry up... The assistant tried to get up the courage to

make a small suggestion, Um... sir? They said on TV that if you had negations with them,

and signed a contract, then they would leave and, um... never come... BUT DON'T YOU

SEE?! Again, the poor assistant jumped back. Man, this guy really needs to get his

headhunter on the phone. Get a new job, man! ...If we give in that easily, then they'll know

that they can do anything they want with us! I mean they've taken over our TV station, and

put some mindless drivel on our channel... The assistant chuckled. Actually sir, some of

their shows are pretty funny. There's this one, called the Spork Show...


In the parking lot again...

This is so cool. Krom said with a grin as he rushed toward the growing crowd.

Suikun chuckled. Make sure to mention that to the guys driving the tanks. I bet they'll love

that... Krom shook his head. Nah, I really think you should mention it. Suikun rolled her

eyes. Hey, I'm not the one who said they think it's cool that we're about to get blasted to

bits... They stopped at the edge of the group, just in time to hear Misty_AAML try to

explain, yet again, that they weren't terrorists. BigMistyFan rushed up behind them with

AshKetchem13. Huff..puff... what did we miss? She gasped out. Suikun turned around.

Misty_AAML's trying to explain to the president that we're not here to kill people.

AshKetchem13 rolled his eyes. Oh boy...


Inside one of the tanks...

Cripes, my blasted noggin. Sam said, rubbing his head in pain. Arti shook his

head, trying to clear it. Really, they should build these out of something else... Sam got up

and looked around. He smiled when found a green army helmet. Hey, this is cool. He put

it on, and pretended to be smoking a cigar. Do I look macho? Arti peeked around him.

Only if you can find one for me, otherwise, you look like a dork. Sam shook his head. Not

possible. And, yes, there's another one. Arti grinned. He put it on and saluted

Sam. General Arti of the AAML Battalion reporting for duty! Sam saluted back. General

Samuel of the AAML Battalion also reporting for duty! They both turned to the tank's

controls. Arti rubbed his wings together in anticipation... Now, let's have some fun...


We're in the studio again...

Now Artie... I want you to listen very carefully... The Articuno nodded. Pikashan

continued explaining. ...H20 Angel is going to ride on your back, and film what's going on

outside. I'm going to stay in here and film. I want you to listen to everything she says,

okay? He nodded again. Sure thing, Pikashan! She frowned. Deep inside she thought

that maybe the poor Pokemon had sustained some long-lasting damage from the monitor

holding thing. You're sure you're okay? He nodded, yet again. She shrugged.

Whatever. HEY H20! He's ready! H20 Angel in, confidently holding a camera and

adjusting her Bob the Tomato hat. Let's do this!


In the parking lot, once again...

"This is some good Cup o' Noodle!" Zero said with a look of bliss on his face. Ivyduck

smiled. "Yes, nothing like eating some soup and watching Misty_AAML try to keep us

from getting blown up." Ashygirl, who was sitting beside the boys, nodded. "Hey, we can't

get blown up in a fanfic! The author won't let us!" She looked toward the tanks, and then, out

of the top she saw two heads poke up. "Hey guys, isn't that....


On top of Artie...

This is H20 Angel, reporting live outside of the WB studios. It turns out that the

President of the United States is outside with tanks. The only thing that's keeping the

Pokeshippers from total annihilation is a fearless leader and a Barrier attack from Ben the

Pokemaniac's Haunter! What will happen? Will we get blown away?!!!! Wait, it's...

CRIPES!!! One of the tanks is moving! It's...it's... IT'S FIRING AT THE OTHER TANKS!!!!

And it looks like it's being controlled by... oh jeez...


Sticking out of one tank...



-To be continued

Well, we're coming into the final showdown. Heh, well, I hope you enjoyed it! Oh yes, and the one known as Vapor in this fic is now named Super Sayian Vaporeon. Nizbul is now known as Alucard. Otherwise, the names are the same as they are now. Pokeshippers Rule!

©2000 Pikashan61, as are all my fics. Don't take!