StomingtheWB5

Did you ever doubt for a moment that I would finish this, lol? Of course you did. Anyway, here it is, the end of a eleven month operation. Part 6, the Final Sporkdown. ^_^

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon. Sorry, bet you thought I did, lol. I also don't own any of the people in this fic (except for myself, Sam, and Artie), I'm just borrowing them for the moment. Please don't sue.


Storming the WB
Part 6
By Pikashan61



Oh my gosh! Pikashan! MistyMaiden! Blazeblast shouted as she ran into the room

where the two of them were preparing a camera for the next in-the-studio shot.

Pikashan61 said as she stuck her head out of the growing pile of cables on the floor. You

guys have to come quick! MistyMaiden then stuck her head out. What's up? What's going

on? She asked. It's Sam and Arti! Blaze quickly answered. Pikashan shook her head and

hoisted herself out of the pile. What have the two clowns done now? MistyMaiden rolled

her eyes and got up also. Probably managed to get the whole gang out there arrested.

Blaze shrugged. Oh, it's not as bad as all that. They've only STOLEN A TANK AND

STARTED SHOOTING AT THE FREAKIN' PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES!

Suddenly, both Pikashan and MistyMaiden were at attention. THEY WHAT?!! Blaze

sighed. You heard right. The two disgruntled girls turned to each other, their eyes turning

red with anger and a kind of primeval rage. Blazeblast grinned and looked between them

Boy, the excitement you two must have with Pokemon like Arti and Sam. I would be

jealous, but I console myself with the fact that I still have my sanity while you two lost that a

LONG time ago. See ya in the main control room. She waved and walked causally out of

the room. The air was still in the small room, until it grew too much for the two usually

pleasant Pokeshippers and they yelled together, LET'S KILL EM'!


In the tank...

Ten bucks if you can hit the little green man in the Pentagon or Bust' baseball cap.

Arti yelled over the sounds of chaos. HA! You're on sucker! Sam shouted, happily

shooting the poor man in the butt. The squirtle added, pumping his fist in a victory

gesture. Soldiers and tanks scattered everywhere, as two pokemon shot at various

locations around the parking lot. There were screams, yells, cries for mommy and one

sound that was suspiciously like a an angry squirrel. The drivers of the other tanks tried

desperately to fire, only to realize that (this should reassure you that our country is in safe

hands) they had left all but one pack of them in Al's tank, which was currently possessed by

psychotic pokemon. Yes, things were looking bad for the Untied States government,

especially since the police had gone home, deciding that the government could handle

themselves.It looked like the outlook could be in the Pokeshipper's favor, but at that

moment, while hiding behind a parking meter, President Clinton had an idea. A crazy idea,

but it just might work. He quickly got out his cell phone, and dialed up Washington.


Out in the Parking Lot...

Now this... this is entertainment! Suikun said with a grin as she sat in a lawn chair

sipping lemonade, watching Sam and Arti have their fun. And the best part is... Ashygirl

replied, lifting her sunglasses, ... no one is dying, because this is a PG rated fic, and the

author is a relatively non-violent person, unless you piss her off! Zero, who was also

lounging in a lawn chair, yawned and reached for another handful of Cheetos. Yes, this is

the life... you've got your lawnchair, you've got your cheetos, and you've got your

craziness. We really need to do this more often.


Back in the control room....

Pikashan and MistyMaiden slid haphazardly into the control room, where all of the

Pokeshippers that had ventured inside the studio had gathered, including Bethieeblue and

Cutebabymew, who had previously stayed in the filming room. Persian4Ever turned when

they entered. Heh, nice of you two to join us. LORDY! WHAT THE HAZIE IS GOING

ON?! Pikashan shouted. Nizbul smiled. Look for yourself...


If you're just tuning in, I'm H20 Angel, reporting live from outside the WB studios in Los

Angeles, where two of my good friend's pokemon, Sam and Arti, are blowing up the

American government! And we're bring it to you live!


Again, we're in the parking lot!


Hey guys... Pikapi84 commented to BigMistyFan and Ivyduck, ...isn't George W.

Bush president now? I mean, they've totally missed the election and stuff, and it's only

been a few days! BigMistyFan nodded. Hmmm... yeah, that's right. So, basically, they're

the terrorists, and not us. She took a big bite of Cup o' Noodle soup off her spork. Golly,

this soup is good! Ivyduck nodded enthusiastically. And so cheap and long lasting!

Pikapi84 nodded. So... should we go tell our fearless leader that we should attack?

BigMistyFan shrugged. Heck, why not?


Still in the parking lot...

So... if we attacked them now, it would be self defense, not attacking a government

figure... Misty_AAML remarked, eyebrow raised. Well, unless there's a penalty for

attacking the husband of the New York senator, little sis. Zero said with a smile. Almost the

whole group of Pokeshippers in the parking lot had gathered around their fearless leader,

and were listening to the exchange, filling in their opinions when needed. I say we do it,

fearless one. MeowthThat'sRight said with a smile, It's not like we have that much of a

choice. Misty_AAML looked around, the very picture of calm. What do you guys think?

There was extreme nodding all around. Suddenly, as if hit on the head, Misty_AAML was

transformed from a female Mr. Miagi-in-training to bloodthirsty Rambo woman. It was rather

scary. ALRIGHT!!!!! LET'S DO IT!!!!! DOES EVERYONE HAVE THEIR

SPORKS?!?!?!?! The Pokeshippers held up their sporks with an enthusiastic yell.

GOOD!!!!!! RELEASE YOUR POKEMON! She smiled devilishly. We'll give them a

fight they won't soon forget...


Back in the control room...

Hey... what are they doing over there? Mystic asked, staring at the corner of the

screen, where the band of Pokeshippers in the parking lot were looking suspiciously like...

They look like their going to attack. Cutebabymew commented. Oh, right. There was

silence for a moment. Then, of course, all hell broke loose. Group panic.

Pikashan dove for a headset. H20! Put the camera on the bubble!


On top of Artie...

H20 Angel quickly shifted to where the bubble was. Unfortunately, there

no longer was a bubble. Holy crap! What are they trying to do!? Then, she quickly

remembered where she was, and the fact that she was still on live TV. Uh... well, in this

stirring new development, the group has taken away it's only form of protection, the barrier

formed by Ben's Haunter...


Inside the Tank...

Hey Art... wadda you think they're doing over there? Arti quickly stuck his head out

of the tank to look where Sam was pointing. Hmm... Unless they're inventing a new form of

modern dance...I'd say they were coming toward us. They stared for a moment at the

crowd as it made it's way toward them. Once the group had arrived at the tank, they

stopped suddenly. Misty_AAML haphazardly scrambled to the top of it, a dishrag tied

around her head samurai style, and began to yell at the group of government officials.

HEY! YOU WANT TO FIGHT US! WE'LL GIVE YOU A FIGHT, YOU WANNABE

PRESIDENT! Now, the fearless leader wasn't stupid, contrary to the belief at that moment

of the stunned Pokeshippers, but she was tired of being here, tired of trying to convince

various people that they weren't terrorists, and most of all, tired of living on a Cheeto-Rice-

Cup o' Noodle diet. Misty_AAML wanted some real food, dangit, and that was enough to

drive her over the edge. For awhile, the soldiers just stared, blankly and stupidly, as if they

couldn't quite comprehend the message. Then, the (former) president spoke up... Well...

usually I'm all for gettin' along, but... ATTACK THEM MEN! Misty_AAML wasn't about to

sit there and let them attack without a fight, so she yelled, Which, of

course, inspired those Pokeshippers so much that they also began to run, sporks bared,

Pokemon out, with Sam and Arti driving Misty_AAML toward the United States Army,

which at the same time was running to them, carrying things like... well, guns. Did this

discourage the Pokeshippers? NO! Because the Pokeshippers were brave, the

Pokeshippers were noble, and the Pokeshippers were hungry! What both sides failed to

notice was that in their path, directly between them, lay a brand new red Lamborgini Diablo,

the only car parked in the parking lot... which tells you a lot about the WB employees, if ya

think about it.


In the WB President's office...

OH MY GOSH! The President cried as he stared at the TV screen, scaring his

assistant half to death. WHAT IS IT SIR!? Would you like some tea, a cup of coffee,

perhaps a Danish... The President of the WB glared quickly at him. NO! THEY'RE

GOING TO DESTROY MY CAR YOU IDIOT! With that, the president magically

produced a remote, and pushed the large red button on it. Suddenly, the large bookcase

that was against one wall flew around to reveal a hidden golf cart! The president leaped into

it, Batman-like, and put the pedal to the metal, driving through the large window. For a

moment, he seemed suspended in air, almost flying... then he dropped like a rock. But did

this stop the President? Not a chance, because those golf carts are durable, dangit, and it

takes more then a ten story fall to stop one of those babies! He sped toward the car, a suit

wearing lightning bolt, as both sides flew closer to destroying it...


On top of Artie...

H20 Angel quickly adjusted her Bob the Tomato hat, and swung the camera from

one army to the other. Cripes! This has gotten uncharacteristically violent! What will

happen!? Will we live to see another day? Will there be yet another part to this fic?!

Back in the parking lot...

The WB president worked that golf cart to it's very limit, and reached the expensive

car right before both armies did, quickly yelling (with that menacing voice of his)

It was as if he had turned on a red light.

Both armies screeched to a halt, causing collisions, broken noses, and damaged pride.

There he stood, guarding that stupid car with his life, breathing a sigh of relief. But

unfortunately his relief was not to last. At that exact moment, a pair of black, steely stealth

bombers that the former President of the Untied States had called in to bomb the

flew in, dropping large explosives on the WB president and his car.


Back in the control room...

My my... Pikashan remarked, blinking. Uh... yeah. Cutebabymew responded,

finding nothing to say at the moment. None of them could, really. It's not everyday that you

see an expensive car bombed by fighter planes, after all.


On the side of the US government...

Hmm... well, that can't be good, can it Bill? Al commented, casting a sideways

glance at the former president. Bill bit his lip and squinted into the sun. Nope, can't say it is.

There was silence for another moment. I say we get the hell on out of here, Al. Al nodded,

and within moments, all the tanks (minis the one that Arti and Sam were driving), and all the

soldiers had moseyed their way on out of there. Which left the group of Pokeshippers,

staring, stunned, at the WB president, who had seemingly frozen in place. He was

blackened by the explosion, which had left his car a mere crater in the parking lot, and the

scene seemed straight out of a cartoon. Misty_AAML quickly sized up the situation, and

naturally decided to take action. Or not. It was actually the quick thinking Arti and

Sam who, army helmets and all, leaped gracefully down from the top of the tank toward the

president. Of course, I'm lying. Arti got an itch and while scratching it somehow managed to

knock both himself and Sam onto the pavement below. It seemed that this act of kluzyness

broke the poor WB president out of his trance. He looked up, saw the Pokeshippers

staring at him in perverse wonder, and collapsed on his knees, crying girlish tears, in front of

them. ALRIGHT...YOU EVIL CHILDREN! You win! He sobbed out. Just... just go

away. I'll do anything you want, just... leave me alone.


Back in the control room...

That did NOT just happen. Mystic said, her eyes wide. I... I think it did!

Bethieeblue said slowly. Anybody know what this means? Mystic said, looking at the

small band in the control room. MistyMaiden shrugged. I'm not sure, but is anyone up for a

pizza? I'm starved.


Afterward...

~The Pokeshippers got the WB president to sign a contract promising to have two new

episodes of Pokemon every Saturday until the end of time. He also agreed to put most of

them through collage. Misty_AAML decided against him signing his soul away, mainly

because she figured that most of them could barely handle the responsibility of getting their

homework in on time, much less owning someone's soul.


~The group of protesting Ash and Misty supporters that day got safely home, continued to

talk on the AAML MB, and to this day laugh and laugh when someone says in a

message.


~The WB president stuck to the contract for a period of four weeks and three days. Then,

the strain was too much for him and he decided to put on Charizard Chills, mainly just to

piss everyone off. The Pokeshippers elected not to storm the studios again, due to the fact

that they were lazy and didn't really want to live on Cup o' Noodle soup diet again.


~Sam and Arti went back to their respective homes and habits (such as annoying their

trainers to the point of psychotic behavior) but continued to keep in touch through e-mail.

They now run a site on the net called Attitude Adjustment where people can go to find

various ways to drive people absolutely insane. During the week of July 20-27 it was in the

Yahoo magazine's top ten list, which has secured their belief in the fact that someday they

will be rich.


~It turned out that Artie had suffered a little bit of brain damage from the monitor holding

thing, because to this day whenever he sees anything remotely resembling one, he goes

rigid and faints. Sam has used this to his advantage for a variety of pranks.


~ The government tried as best they could to cover up the entire incident involving the

bombs (to preserve Bill's legacy) and the Pokeshipper's stay there in general. Soon the

experience was to become an underground cult phenomenon, attracting conspiracy nuts

and a following to rival the X-Files.


~ The recorded videos of the incident became hot items on ebay, making many seemingly

people who taped it on their VCRs fabulously wealthy.


~Al felt extremely sad that he had missed the election, little knowing that an embarrassing

incident in American history had been narrowly avoided.


~ Jim Bob is still depressed about missing that Packers game.


~The assistant to the WB president found a new job. It was about time, hmm?


~Because of the government's denial about the incident occurred, many shrinks and

counselors had a sudden boom in business.


~ Many poor anchors are still either in denial or deeply disturbed about being tied up for so

long.


~ The band, Mating Call of an Ostrich rose to the top of the charts with their hit, The Spork

Show. Pikashan61 and H20 Angel take all credit for the hit's lyrics:

SPORKS!

Not just for coleslaw anymore....


-The End- February 27, 2001 at 10:22 pm MST.


Oh my god. Oh my... it's over. After eleven months, and quite a few fics that I've written, I'm writing the end note for Storming the WB. I'm actually crying a little, lol, if you can believe it. This fic... this fic is my baby, the most original fic I've ever written, and probably ever will write. So, there is some people I'd like to thank. Their love and support was vital to through the eleven months that this fic was going:

Kathryn (Misty_AAML): Thanks a bundle for not closing the board, and for always putting up with all the long freakin' messages that my fics produce (and, on a totally off the subject note, for starting PD, lol). You're awesome Kat. ^_^

Cutebabymew: T, you've always supported my fics, and you were the inventor of the AAML peeps fic. Thanks for letting me use your invention and you in my fic. Luv ya man!

MistyMaiden: Thanks sooooo much for creating Arti. He and Sam are the most fun to write for! Your support most of all helped insure that this fic got finished... finally, right? LOL...

H20 Angel: Stephers, thanks for all the romance advise (lol) and an excuse to put Anastasia somewhere in this fic (and for being an accomplice to the Spork Show). Also, for telling me to get off my butt and finish this thing. You ROCK dude!

BigMistyFan: What can I say!? You're my biggest fan, lol. Thanks a bundle of the compliments!

Gabrielle: This girl should have gotten many thanks in my previous thank-you's but cuz I'm a forgetful Pikashan, she never was. You're awesome, and I thank you bundles for all the compliments on all my fics. ^_^

Also, a thank you to all these people for various things, including nagging me to finish, and letting me use them for the fic: Zero (Z, lol), Mystic, Nizbul (Alucard), 98VMP (Super Sayian Vaporeon), Pikapi84, Ivyduck, Persian4Ever, Blazeblast, Ashygirl, MeowthThat'sRight, Merc, Ashley Ketchem, Ben the Pokemaniac, Bethieeblue, Krom, Suikun, Merc, Hotaru, Paras, all the people who have ever reviewed this and my other fics and many others that I'm sure I've forgotten, lol.

Again, thank you! Please review! All comments and flames can go to the good ol' addie! Pokeshippers Rule!

Storming the WB (idea, concept and fic) are all © Pikashan61 2000 & 2001. If you take without asking, I might have to hurt you. ^_^