The closet on the far side of the room opened up and out tumbled Ash in a heap. He crawled across the floor rubbing his face
on the carpet. His eyes were half shut
and he wasn't wearing any pants. The
smell and taste of feet was present in his mouth. He smacked his lips and rubbed the sleep out of his swollen
eyes. "eerrrrrrhhhhh……B….Brock……Brock!
owwww……to loud…..." His head had the
feeling as if someone was pressing a hot poker up his nose and grinding it
around in his brain. He crawled on his
hands and knees over to the couch where he found Brock sleeping. He was fully dressed, he smelled of booze
and had a unlit cigarette hanging out of his mouth. Ash propped himself up and poked Brock in the ribs.
"Brock…."
He
cough and spattered up drool, his eyes fluttered as he gave Ash a goofy grin.
Ash
poked him harder in the stomach.
"Brock!"
He
jolted awake and looked around for the source of the disturbance. His blood shot eyes landed on Ash who stared
at him sleepily.
"plaa……………..*cough*…………am
..I..dead?….." he said in a raspy voice
Ash
thought a moment.
"…nnnnnn…no"
"……..who
are you,…..have I joined a cult?"
"nnnnn…no…I'm
Ash …remember?"
Brock
sat himself up. "Ahhh…."
"so
you do remember."
"no……how was the situation, had….we been drinking?"
Ash
gazed to the ceiling and rubbed his head as a small flashback occurred to him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Delia
Ketchum was kneeling on the ground outside his house. She had her arms outstretched as she smiled, coaxing a small
child to come to her.
"come
on Ashy! You can do it honey!"
A toddler wearing pokeball printed diapers
slowly got to his feet and began walking hesitantly toward its mother.
"mama!
Mama lokit!"
The
little boy fell forward into his mothers waiting arms. They both giggled happily as she tossed her
son in the air.
"you
did it Ashy!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ash
blinked and narrowed his eyes.
"………….no
wait……that's when I learned to walk…………okay…here comes another one……"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"WHOOAAAWHOOOOOOO!!
Ash
and Brock were at a hopping night club with the old man and Misty. The music was pumping and the bodies where
moving on the dance floor. Ash, Brock
and the old man where at to the bar slapping the table and laughing
loudly. The bartender passed around
shots of tequila to each of the boys.
They each took their glass, slapped the bar table and slammed back the
shot. They all quickly licked the salt
on their hand and threw a lemon in their mouth. Ash cringed as he felt the combination of booze, salt and citrus
acid attacked his stomach. "thish ish
the besht time I ever had. *hiccup*"
Brock whapped Ash on the back and slowly raised his head to the tv set
above the bar. The news just ended and
to everyone surprise Jerry Springer came on.
Brock pointed excitedly at the tv.
"okay okay! Every time a fight breaks out we drink ready!"
The
Chairman and Ash drunkenly nodded and pounded the bar table. "Jerry! Jerry!
Jerry!"
~okay,
welcome to the show, we're talking to…Stephanie who doesn't like her daughter
in law~
A women sitting in on the stage waved her finger in the air at Jerry
~she's
my sons wife you got that~
The
audience booed her.
~okay
let's bring on Michelle!~
Immediately
the two women made a run at each other.
"AH
Fight!"
They
all took a shot and sucked on a lemon.
The two women made more attempts to take swings at each other every 2 seconds
"FIGHT!"
Ash
took the bottle from the bartender and started chugging the whole thing as
Brock downed one shot after another. He
pointed back at the Tv. "FIGHT FIGHT"
Ash
accidentally gulped down a glass of salt.
He hacked it all up on the bartender and rinsed his mouth with another
shot. Brock continued to shove lemons
in his face. The old man snapped his
head back to let the booze go down quicker. But he soon fell off his bar stool,
incapacitated. As a commercial
interrupted the show Ash and Brock slammed their heads on the bar and coughed
up lemon seeds.
Misty,
who had been dancing this whole time pushed her way through the crowd and made
her way over to Ash and Brock. She
tugged on Ash's coat. "come on Ash dance with me!" He lifted himself off the stool and was dragged into the dance
floor. They both started dancing as the music pounded their eardrums. Their bodies moved in rhythm with each other
as they got closer and closer. Just
then Ash looked up to see Brock climbing on top a stack of speakers. Brock then started flailing his limbs in a
pathetic means of dancing. Everyone stopped what they where doing to dumbly
stare at Brock. Everyone in the club
then yelled at him to jump off the speakers.
Brock
was hesitant at first, he looked down to the dancers holding their hands up,
ready to catch him. Ash and misty
chanted along with the crowd to get him to stage dive.
Brock
finally got up enough nerve as he leapt off the side. The entire club screamed
and cheered as they all watched him plummet to the dancers below him.
"WHOOAAAWHOOOOOOO!!"
Suddenly
the crowd below him parted as he fell past them. He slammed into the dancing floor with tremendous floor. Everyone went crazy as they all started
dancing again
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"when
it comes to been drinking……I'd say...we had a couple……"
Brock
slowly got up and yanked the cigarette out of his mouth. He stumbled around the room messaging his
temples. "this must be what a raging
hangover feels like…….."
He
reached into his pocket and pulled out a matchbook. He flipped it over in his hand and read the label. "Club Natchez………….what kind of a name is
that?" He looked around at his
surroundings. The hotel room they where
in was completely destroyed. The beds
were overturned, garbage was in the bathtub, their clothes were scattered in
the kitchen and there were strange footprints on the ceiling.
After
searching, Ash located a pair of pants and tried to put them on. He put his right foot in the left pant leg
by accident and couldn't figure out why his other leg wouldn't go in. "stupid one legged pants………….."
He
stumbled over to the fridge to get something to drink. He reached in and took out a jar of
jam. "huh?" They both looked into the fridge and saw that it was filled with
dozens of mason jars filled with different colored jams. Brock unscrewed the lid and dip his finger
in it. He stuck it his mouth and licked
it off. "mmmmm, boysenberry….wants some?"
As
Brock scooped handfuls of jam in his mouth,
Ash came to the realization that something was wrong. "hey Brock………..we don't have any
bread!………………..wait a minute………" he
picked up a piece of paper next to the fridge.
"an order form for a years supply of jam? I don't remember that…………….but could it be possible that we
ordered an entire years supply of jam? And then totally forgot about it?"
Brock
stuck his tongue in the jar and lapped up the remaining morsels. His mouth had a circular ring of boysenberry
on it as he thought about what Ash had said. "I'd say it's entirely possible…………………wants
some."
"………………….shibby"
After
their hangovers lessened and they gave the room a once over, it was time to get
cleaned up themselves. Brock used an
entire bottle of Listerine that he swished in his mouth and poured all over
himself to get rid of the stench of booze.
Ash
was standing in front of a mirror putting the finishing touches on himself when
he noticed something, something that was….missing. He ran a hand threw his hair and it dawned on him. Brock walked up beside and checked his teeth
in the mirror. Ash looked worriedly at
Brock.
"Dude,
where's my hat?"
Brock
looked over at him, then at his hair, then at him again.
"Where's
yours hat dude?"
"Dude
where's my hat?….."
"………where's
your hat dude?"
"dude,
where's my hat?"
"where's
you hat dude?"
"did
I wear it last night?"
"…yeah I think so…….."
"….Did
I?"
"not
sure…hehe…hehe…..dude where's your hat?"
Brock
started snickering
"uhuh
it's not funny, my hat is gone………where's my hat?"
"heeheecrrghheehee"
"Shut
up dude! I don't know where my hat is!"
Brock
began to pick at his teeth again. "so? It's just a hat."
Ash
got defensive. "Just a HAT! That hat was an official pokemon league hat that I
won in a contest! I had to send in
about a million entries but I won! It's my favorite hat!"
Brock
spread open his eyelids and inspected his blood shot eyes. "why don't you just ask Misty where you hat
is."
"Shibby!" He bolted through the door and across the
hallway. He knocked on Misty's hotel
room, he looked down and saw his fly was undone. "oh crap….erghh, stupid thing is stuck." As he fiddled with his zipper a maid passed
by in the hallway. She shot Ash a disgusted
look and ran down the corridor screaming.
Ash's face turned beat red as he kept trying to get his zipper up. He heard the door open and he looked up in
shock to see Misty dressed in a beautiful nightgown, her hair was messed and
she was looking incredible to his eyes.
"whoa………….um hi." Misty's eyes brightened, but then she looked down to
where Ash's hands seemed to be doing something. "Starting without me?"
Ash
was incredibly confused but there was no time for that right now. He quickly zipped up his pants nearly
missing his frank and beans. "whoaa….to
close for comfort." He looked back up
to Misty who was now straddling the doorframe and was seductively rubbing the
molding with her thigh. "I knew you'd
come back. I had a great time last
night, Ashy"
"yeah
It was fun, but I have something very important to ask you."
She
curled her hair with her fingers and arched her back as she leaned up against
the wall.
"sure,
anything you want, gorgeous."
Ash
became very serous as she held on to Misty's hand. Misty's eyes shimmered as she gazed into his eyes.
"have
you seen my hat?"
At
first misty didn't know how to react to that, but soon enough her face showed
disappointment as she let go of Ash's hands and leaned up back against the
wall.
"yeah,
I saw it last night." She said seductively.
"Great!
Where abouts?"
"When I threw it in the corner of my room with reckless abandon during our
height of passion." She said as she pressed up against him.
"huh
huh, but Misty really, my hat, have you seen it?"
"errghh!
You jerk! You had it when you left, ya happy now!" She whirled around into her room and slammed the door in his
face.
He
stood there, not knowing what to do next.
"…What'd
I say?"
Brock
huffed over beside him. "dude did she have it?" Ash shook his head.
"nah,
I don't know where it is." Brock held
up the matchbook to his face. "what's
that?"
He took it from Brock and flipped it around in his hand. "the answer to our questions."
Ash
read the label. "Club Natchez……………….what kind of a name is that?"
*****************
"hello?
Is anyone here?" Ash and Brock walked
into the club, although its not quite what they remembered it. The chairs were stack on tables, the dance
floor had equipment on it. The
bartender was gone and there were no people.
"hmmm…..this place was jumping last night" said Ash. Brock punched him the arm. "dude, the club
doesn't start up until night……..doofus."
"you
take that back………doo..doofus….." he stammered
Brock
stepped back in fear mockingly. "whoa!
That wasn't even clever or nothing!"
Ash
raised his fists. "you wanna go!" Brock grabbed Ash by the scruff of his shirt
and pulled back his fist. Before they
could go at it, someone popped up right in front of them.
"Heeeelllllllloooooooo!!
And welcome to ze Club Natchez! I am ze
owner of de club, cchhhhhhuan Natchez!"
The two boys lowered their fists and turned to face Chuan, a big, fat,
horribly dressed Spanish man.
Suddenly
Chuan looked surprised. He reached out
and slapped both Ash and Brock on the back. "Boys! You've comen back to ze
club! I so happy! You were the stars of the dance floor last night. Pure entertainment and I……………..did you touch
my ass?"
Ash
looked confused than disgusted. "no………why?"
Chuan
reached out and pinched his cheek. "no
reason, you can if you'd like though"
Ash looked back at Brock who shook his head.
"no thanks…………we'll pass…………have you seen my hat? I think I might of lost it here last night"
Chuan
looked confused. "hmmm, I could check
wif Rick, he is the head caretaker. He
may have foun'dit" He showed Ash and
Brock to the bar where Rick was smoking a cigarette and drinking a glass of
wine. Chuan placed his hands on his
hips. "Rickie, you are supposed to be a
working now." Rick removed the
cigarette and blew smoke in his face.
"I'm on my break…….and since you're here, I think you should know. You wine taste's like water."
Chuan
looked at him strangely "But Rickie, you smoke like a bazillion cigarettes a
day you can't taste anything!………….what's that?"
"what's what?"
"what's
that your eating?"
He
looked down to see a Rick holding a small round brown object with huge bite
marks in it.
"I
don't know, it's some sort of delicious biscuit."
"………….it's a coaster.."
Rick inspected it. "really? Are there any more?"
Chuan
stared at him dumbfounded. "……..Rickie
have you seen a hat laying around?"
Rick
took another puff of his cigarette and looked over at Ash and Misty. He blew out another cloud of smoke and
pointed warningly at Brock. "that's the
guy who dented the dance floor!"
Brock
laughed uneasily as he recalled the event.
"hehe…..sorry."
Chuan
whapped him on the back. "is okay! Hey
Rickie have you seen a hat or not?"
He wheeled his bar stool around and stood up, he distinguished his cigarette
and walked over to them.
"I
haven't found anything, but you two have cost me a lot of extra work today that
I don't need. I saw you two leave last
night, you were with him, a girl and a old man. And if I recall, you had a hat on. So why don't you get out of my site and go check somewhere else
because I'm to damn busy here!"
Chuan
crossed his arms. "did you touch my
ass?"
Rick's
eyes twitched as he struggled to keep under control.
"Because
you can if you want to."
Rick
threw is hands in air out of frustration.
"NOBODY
WANTS TO TOUCH YOUR ASS OKAY!"
Ash
and Brock hoofed it outside to avoid another confrontation,
*************
Outside
of the club they both wondered what to do next. "Where could my hat be?!"
Brock
rubbed his stomach. "that jam didn't do
anything for me, how about breakfast?"
Ash
agreed but before he could say anything a women ran up to Brock.
"Is
your name Brock?"
He
immediately went girl-goofy as he ran a comb threw his hair. "yep!"
Ash
cringed as he saw the women reached back with her hand, make a fist and connect
it with Brocks face. "HOW DARE YOU DO
THAT! YOU PERVERT!!"
Ash
stood there, nervous about what might happen next. ("is she going to punch me
to?")
Luckily
she stormed off through the gathered crowd leaving Brock lying in the street
with a bloody nose. "well, I don't know
about you but I could go for some waffles."
Brock
steadied himself on a lamp post. "…………………..with hash browns?"
"………………………….shibby!"
********2
hours into the search********
Ash
and Brock sat in a café just polishing off their breakfast. Ash reached up and rubbed his head, not used
to not wearing a hat. "where could it be?"
Brock
was sticking napkins in his nose to try and stop the bleeding. "what about that old dude who took us
out…………what ever happened to him?"
"don't
know……..what if he has my hat!"
Brock
finished off his waffles when out of nowhere a young girl walked to their table
and glared at Brock.
"are
you Brock?"
He stared at her confused, at what just transpired moments ago, he didn't know
how to answer. "………who wants to know?"
The
young girl quickly grabbed Ash's drinking glass and threw orange juice in
brocks face. She snubbed him and
stormed away like the women did earlier.
Ash
looked at his glass. "this is horrible"
Brock
whipped his face off. "I know, what could I, What could we have possibly done?"
Ash
stared at him confused. "hmmm? No I
meant I never got to drink my orange juice."
"..oh"
Ash
quickly waved for their waitress.
"scuse me miss, do you know the name of the chairmen that held a
tournament yesterday do you?"
The
waitress though a moment. "oh yeah, his
name's Mr. Redundant. He comes in here all the time"
Ash
looked as if he just smelt a huge fart.
"what?"
"As matter of fact he sitting right over there." The waitress pointed to a table across the diner and sure enough
the old man was sitting there nursing a cup of coffee.
Ash looked back up to the waitress.
"yeah that's great but…..what did you say his name was again?"
"Mr.
Redundant………..Why?"
"………………..nothing………..could
we get our bill please?"
"sure" she flipped a piece of paper on their table and tucked her tray under
her arm. She was about to leave, but
she came back and slapped Brock across the face for good measure.
Ash
booted it over to the table where the old man was sitting. He landed in the seat across from him. "Hey!
It's good to see ya again, you remember me don't you?"
The
old man slowly raised his weary head as he gave ash a small toothless smile.
"ahhh, it is you. I had a good time
with you boys last night. Being with you kinda reminded me of when I was
younger and I spent time with my dad."
He
took another sip of his coffee and stared into space.
"ya
know I loved fall when I was a kid and my father would always rake the leaves
into a neat little pile. And when he
was finished I would creep up out of nowhere and I would run and I would jump
in and I would scream 'whooopiee!' and
'yaaaaaaah' *sigh*…………..and them my father would come and drag me out
and……..brush off the flames…….." the
old man smiled and took another sip of his drink.
Ash
narrowed his eyes and grabbed onto the old mans hands. "please sir, have you seen my hat?"
The
old man didn't answer as he continued to stare into space.
"My
father was a religious man and he say to me…..'Compllete…….do you believe in
the lord. And I'd say 'yes dad!' and then
he'd say 'then stand up and shout hallelujah!' and I did…… and I fell out
of the roller coaster…..."
The old man drank more of his coffee.
Ash leaned forward and smelled his glass.
"you
have rum in there, don't you?"
The
old man sighed and ran his finger around the rim of the cup.
"I remember back when I was a kid my dad asked me to pray
to the lord for what I wanted most. And when I was a kid I wanted nothing else
then to have a bicycle. So I prayed to
god that he would one day give me a bicycle………….but…….we all know the lord
doesn't work that way."
Ash nodded his head as the old man drank the rest of his
coffee
"So I just stole one and asked him to forgive me…………"
Ash looked as if he just smelled a huge fart.
"wait…………back up…………did you say your first name was
'Compllete'?"
"yeah…..my middle name is Lee"
Ash leaned back and thought a moment.
"so ………….. your full name is…………...Compllete Lee
Redundant?"
The old man nodded with his eyes blood shot and half open,
obviously he was in a drunken stupor.
"look, have you seen my………aw forget it!"
Ash left the old drunk to ramble on by himself as he went
to retrieve Brock. To his surprise Brock was pinned up against a wall by a
swarm of young women threatening him.
"My name isn't Brock it's……Mr. Snrub! Yes that will well do nicely…."
The mob of women didn't buy it as they began kicking and punching him. Ash knew he had to do something. He flew over to the entrance doors and shoved
them open. He stuck is head out the door and looked back at the mob of women,
pointing excitably outside. "Fabio just
walked by the diner!" The entire crowd
stopped and stared at Ash. They shouted
'Fabio! Fabio!' and those where just the men.
Everyone cleared out of the diner and ran down the street screaming.
Brock fixed his clothing that had almost been torn off
from the attack.
"thanks dude………..let's just go back to the hotel. This is Goldenrod City; your hat could be
anywhere. Just give it up ."
Ash sadly turned his head to the ground. "yeah your right." He looked back at the old
man who was still grinning like an idiot as he still had a blank stare.
"…….oh I get it…brush off the flames………..that's funny."
*************1 hour later**************
"I'm sick of walking dude………..my head still hurts."
Ash leaned on a street sign and shoved his hands in his pockets.
"We need a ride."
They both heard the sound of a motorcycle as they looked up to see
Officer Jenny. Brock ran into the
street waving his arms. "Officer Jenny!
Officer Jenny!" She continues to drive
down the street at Brock. He turned to
Ash. "she'll give us a ride." He looked back and saw the motorcycle swerve
to the right and come barreling down at him. "Officer Jen..*THUMP*" The motorcycle slammed into Brock
sending him head over ass above Officer Jenny.
He smacked into the pavement and rolled onto the curb.
"She must not of seen me"
Ash looked back down the road and saw Team Rocket in their
jeep.
"hey it's James and Jessie!"
He to ran into the road and waved at them. "Team Rocket! Team *THUMP*"
He flew through the air and landed on Brock.
"oww……maybe we should just walk dude."
"yeah…"
They stood up and brushed themselves off. Just then a white unmarked van pulled up,
they were both forced in as it drove off.
"HEY! WHAT?!"
Bags were thrown over their heads and their hands were
bounded. "what's happening dude!" Cried
Ash.
"I don't know!" screamed Brock.
A few minutes passed until the van screeched to a stop and
their assailants hauled them outside.
They were forced to stand straight as they took off their
restraints. They bags were lifted and
Ash and Brock were able to see what they had gotten themselves into.
Surrounding them were dozen of men in black suits holding
semi-automatic weapons. There were on
the outskirts of goldenrod on the side of a road near a forest. "…dude?"
A man in a white suit with a jacket hanging off his
shoulders stepped out in front of them.
He threw his cigarette into the ground and stared down Ash and
Brock.
"so, we meet again…..do you think you could get away from
me? What about our deal?"
At this moment neither of them could think straight. Brock leaned over to ash.
"what did we do?" he whispered.
They both heard a gunshot as they snapped at attention. The mysterious man held a gun in the air,
the barrel was smoking. He re-holstered
it and walked up the boys. "where is
the shipment?"
Ash was wide-eyes as he thought of possible reason he
could give for not knowing what he was talking about. "what kind of shipment..d..d…drugs?"
The man scoffed.
"Drugs? What kind of person do you take me for…….I'm talking
about……scotch."
"the alcohol?"
"no……scotch tape.
Where is the shipment?"
Before Ash could answer he heard a rustling come from the
forest. Suddenly Police jumped out of
the thicket and stormed the men. They
all quickly dropped their guns and raised their arms. One after one the
policemen and women handcuffed and grouped them together. While this was going on Brock and Ash
quietly snuck behind the van. From
there they could hear what officer Jenny was saying to another cop. "We've been
looking for these guys for the longest time. They are the biggest scotch tape
counterfeiting ring in the country. It
makes me sick. Luckily their own poorly
made product was their means to an end.
You see I happened to use their tape hanging up 'wanted' posters. 5 minutes later the tape game undone from
the wall and all the posters fell onto the streets, all over the city. No longer will offices and work areas be
plagued by worthless scotch tape." As
they heard her leave the area, Brock and Ash leaned on the van and sank to the
ground.
"whoa dude…………..what did we do last night?"
************30mins later************
Ash and Brock were walking the trail back to Goldenrod
just escaping being seen at the police raid.
Ash walked with his hands in his pockets and kicked at the
ground as he walked.
"dude, let's recap….we went to a club, got drunk, we posed
ourselves as leaders of a national scotch tape counterfeiting ring, you've
managed to insult every women in the tri city area, got hit by cars, bought a
years supply of jam, trashed our room, I woke up without pants on and my hat is
still missing."
Brock remained silent.
"I wish I could remember what happened…………maybe Misty
knows what we did."
Ash stopped walking "oh my god………..Misty…….
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Great! Where abouts?"
"When I threw it in the corner of my room with reckless abandon during our
height of passion."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he passed
out, falling in heap on the trail.
Brock kicked him with hi foot. "dude? You okay."
Ash bolted to his feet sweaty profusely. "Misty! Did I? Did we? How could this have
happened!"
Brock grabbed onto Ash's shoulders and tried to shake him
out of it.
"dude!"
"dude!!"
"DUDE!"
Ash looked at him in shock.
"……..dude"
Ash put his hands on his hips. "well, you got a point
there."
*********back at the hotel*********
Ash and Brock opened the door to their hotel and
flumped down on the couch. The both
released a massive sigh as they sunk down into the fabric.
Brock looked over at him. "you want some more jam?"
"shabby…..I mean shibby"
before Brock could get up someone yelled. "catch!" A
mason jar flew through the air and belted him in the head. He flipped over the couch backward. Ash screamed as he looked up and saw
Misty. He scrambled to his feet and ran
to the other side of the room. "I
didn't mean to do anything and I'm sorry if I took advantage of you!" Misty gave Ash a confused look. "what are you talking about."
Ash narrowed his eyes and looked around him
unwearyingly. "um….didn't we…..you
know…rock the casaba?"
Misty laughed, directly at Ash. "Of course not! Don't you remember?"
Ash shook his head.
"both of you don't remember?"
Brock gave her a goofy grin. "nnnnnnnnope."
"we should have a little talk."
They both excitedly jumped on the couch ready to
finally get some answers. Brock quickly
raised his hand. " I have a
question…….why do all the women in the city hate me?"
Misty laughed again.
"well, you are Brock. But you did something to one women that made all women hate you."
"what I do?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Back in the night club the music blasted from the
speakers above as people danced the night away. Brock was in the middle of
chaos and was dancing by himself. Then
from across the club he saw a beautiful girl leaning against the bar. He set his girl-mode into action as he made
his way over. The young girl seemed to
be waiting for somebody as she continually looked at her watch. Brock walked up beside her and scoped her
out. "hey baby, if I were captain
Kirk and you were my phaser I would set you to stunning!" The young girl was not impressed as she tried
her best to ignore him. "...girl
your legs must be tired because you've been running through my mind all
day!" Again, no reaction. He reached out his hand. "My names milk, I'll do you body
good." The young girl had
enough. She pointed to another girl in
the dance pit.
"you'd have a better chance at her, you see,
I'm a lesbian."
Brock thought a moment. "Really? What part of
lesbainia are you from?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He rubbed his hands in his face as he leaned over on
the couch.
"please tell me I did not say that…"
Misty nodded.
"yep.""I mean what kind of a pick up line is 'my
names milk I'll do your body good'?"
Misty sweatdropped.
"that little blunder filtered through every women in the city and
they tracked you down."
Ash was getting annoyed he had only one question to
ask her.
"Misty, where did we get a lifetime supply of
jam?………..no wait! That's not what I wanted to ask…………what……happened between
us? Why wasn't I wearing any pants? And…………where
is Pikachu?"
It had never really hit him until now.
All day Ash was to busy figuring out what he did that he never thought
about where Pikachu might be.
"DID I LOSE HIM TO!"
Misty shook her head. "no, Pikachu has been at the pokemon center all day, you took him
there yourself last night after……..you left my room."
Ash leaned forward and held Misty's hand. "what did
I do?"
"well………"
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Ash stumbled into Misty's room and fell over as he
attempted to hold the door open for her. "shhhorry, bout that."
He
then fell over onto the bed and patted the spot next to him for her to sit
down.
Ash
nervous twiddled his thumbs as he thought of what do to next, of what to say.
"Misty, I may not remember this in the morning…but……..I
think you're the greatest………I love ya. Always have…………have you *hiccup* ever
felt same for me?"
Misty
smiled and wrapped her arm around him, mostly to try and steady him. Misty had had a few drinks, but not as much
as Ash of Brock.
"I've
always loved you to, but I wish you could of told me under different
circumstances……..but what the hell."
She grabbed Ash's face and kissed him
passionately. She slowly released Ash
and blushed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ash was silent, Brock was curious, and Misty was
embarrassed.
He courageously reached out and took Misty's hand
again, only more gentle.
"Misty, I may have been drunk off my ass, but what I
said, I really meant it."
Misty was beaming as she squeezed his hand in
return. "aww…..Ashton"
Brock
raised his hand again. "but why was Ash not wearing pants this morning? You two didn't….you know?"
Misty reached over and poked him in the nose.
"Okay,
this is what happened after our odd confession……
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Back
in Misty's hotel room, the lights were off, music from a radio softly filled
the air.
Ash
and Misty where lying on the bed. Ash had
his arms around Misty, in the 'spoon' position…
"Spooned?! All we did was spoon?!"
Ash jumped up happily and high fived Brock, he then
calmed down and looked confused.
"all we did was spoon?"
He felt an odd combination of emotions. He was happy but somewhat disappointed at
the same time. Misty crossed her
legs. "can I please finish the story?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Minutes
passed until Ash released Misty and got up.
She looked worryingly at him.
"What's wrong?" Ash walked into the bathroom and turned on the light.
'Just getting a glass of water."
He
fiddled with the knobs but nothing happened.
"what the….." he leaned in and pulled the knobs up. A blast of water shot out and splashed
everywhere. "WAA!" he quickly turned it off and looked down to
see his pants where soaking wet.
"aww…come on man…"
Ash
walked to the kitchen area to look for a towel. He eyed the fridge and got an idea.
Misty
watched as Ash undid his belt and slipped off his pants. "what are you doing?!"
Ash drunkenly shushed her as he neatly folded his
pants and opened the freezer.
"here's my idea, I'll put my pants in the freezer
and in the morning, I'll have a pantsicle…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"I put my pants………in you freezer?"
Misty couldn't help but giggle.
They both rubbed their eyes and sank back in the
couch out of embarrassment. "I am never drinking again" said Ash.
He stood up again and paced around the room. "but
where could my hat be?"
He turned around as he heard a door open. Looking down he saw Pikachu walk in through
the front door. He was wearing Ash's
hat."
"MY
HAT!"
"pika?"
He
ran over and grabbed Pikachu and hoisted him in the air. "you found my hat! Thank you!"
Pikachu
raised its eyebrow. "pika?"
Misty walked over and tapped him on the shoulder. "you're the one who gave Pikachu the hat."
Ash
sweatdropped. "…..what."
"you
did it last night after you left my room, you said you where going to get
Pikachu to the pokemon center before it closed….
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"welcome
to the……….um, can I help you young man.?"
Ash was still in a drunken stupor as he tired to hold it together. He nonchalantly walked up to the desk carry
Pikachu, falling over numerous times beyond his control. When he finally got there, Nurse Joy was not
amused. "Here………Nurse joy please to be
taking my pokemon?"
Nurse
joy slowly took the pokeballs from him looking quite shocked at Ash.
He
placed Pikachu on the counter and took off his hat. "Here buddy look after my
hat for me……" he stuck it on Pikachu's head who tried desperately to hold it up
without it falling over its face. Nurse Joy leaned over the counter looked at
Ash.
"Excuse
me, would you mind telling me why you are in your boxer shorts?"
Ash
thought a moment and tried to keep him self vertical at the same time.
" I
have misplaced my pants……………"
Pikachu pulled the hat over his face out of
embarrassment. "chuuuuuu…"
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Authors notes: Well there it is, I hope that got a laugh
out of you, and I hope you liked that better then the actual movie. Questions and concerns should be e-mailed to
me. but please review and tell others
about this daunting experience.
I would like to thank Mito for the inspiration, true
our idea's were different……mine was actually good. Hehehe. Just kidding Mito!
^_^ Mito was the one who gave me the challenge and made the gears in my head
spin as whips of smoke poured out of my ears. (I really should oil those damn
gears)
I do hope that if you liked this story you will read
my other one, called . 'Between a Rock and a Hard Place' I has it's moments of humor but it also has
drama, adventure and romance. I hope
you have enjoyed reading this Fic, surprising to me I got it done in 3 days, I
never dreamed it would go to 14 pages…………oh well, I do get carried away
sometimes.
Neongene,
Fanfic writer, anime enthusiast, and collector of
very small rocks.
