Chapter 7: The Guilty Party
The weather in the Orange Islands was even more strange and varied than that in Pallet, if one could even consider it possible.
Shivering, as well as wiping a bead of sweat off his forehead, Ash asked me, "What do you think is causing this?"
Pokémon. I answered without hesitation.
"Pokémon can control the weather?" Ash looked dumbfounded.
"There are certain powerful Pokémon that *can* do things like that, Ash," Brock informed him.
Yes, I agreed. I believe a short fly, err, walk, that way- I pointed with my tail, -should bring us to the crux of the matter.
So, on we walked and flew (and rode if you counted Pikachu) through the snow/rain storm, as Ash and Misty continuously bickered over trivial matters.
And the bantering got worse as we kept walking and flying.
And the remarks and tension in the air became rather viscious and heated as we *kept* walking and flying...
"I thought you said it was going to be short!" Misty panted. She looked a little annoyed...
Okay. A *lot* annoyed...
I thought it w- I broke off in amazement.
"Wha-?" Ash cut off when he saw what I did.
"Great," Misty sighed in frustration.
And what to our wandering eyes did appear, but a miniature sleigh pulled by eight tiny reindeer...Err, wrong story...And what to our wandering eyes did appear, but a dozen bulldozers, operated by people we feared...
Betcha can't guess in a thousand years who they were...
.................
The illustrators?
No...Someone I fear a whole lot less than them...
.................................................
Backstreet what? No, wrong again!
.................................
The author of this fic?
No, why would I fear her? She's as harmless as a-
*****Random Anvil falls down from the sky onto my head*****
Ooh, look at all the swirling Pidgey!
Hmm, that one looks kinda purple...
And *that* one has black wings!
And, and, and, and, and that one looks like...
Gasp!
No!
Not that!
Anything but that!
Not...
Jigglypuff!!
ARRGGGGHHHH!!!!!
................
Oh wait. I haven't met her yet...
Darn.
Okay.
Sorry.
Guess I kinda got off track.
Guess you think this is turning more into an incredibly insane blabbering of words than a heart-felt fanfic...
Anyway.
Ahem.
Mew.
I cleared my throat.
And what to our wandering eyes did appear, but a dozen bulldozers, operated by people we feared...
Dun dun dun! (Key the dramatic music!)
(...Okay...So it was pretty easy to guess who operated the bulldozers, but humor me, okay?)
Teeeeeeeaaamm (-echoing deep voice like in Space Jam-) Rooockkeettt!
-I don't own any rights to Space Jam-
~Just so you know...~
The weather in the Orange Islands was even more strange and varied than that in Pallet, if one could even consider it possible.
Shivering, as well as wiping a bead of sweat off his forehead, Ash asked me, "What do you think is causing this?"
Pokémon. I answered without hesitation.
"Pokémon can control the weather?" Ash looked dumbfounded.
"There are certain powerful Pokémon that *can* do things like that, Ash," Brock informed him.
Yes, I agreed. I believe a short fly, err, walk, that way- I pointed with my tail, -should bring us to the crux of the matter.
So, on we walked and flew (and rode if you counted Pikachu) through the snow/rain storm, as Ash and Misty continuously bickered over trivial matters.
And the bantering got worse as we kept walking and flying.
And the remarks and tension in the air became rather viscious and heated as we *kept* walking and flying...
"I thought you said it was going to be short!" Misty panted. She looked a little annoyed...
Okay. A *lot* annoyed...
I thought it w- I broke off in amazement.
"Wha-?" Ash cut off when he saw what I did.
"Great," Misty sighed in frustration.
And what to our wandering eyes did appear, but a miniature sleigh pulled by eight tiny reindeer...Err, wrong story...And what to our wandering eyes did appear, but a dozen bulldozers, operated by people we feared...
Betcha can't guess in a thousand years who they were...
.................
The illustrators?
No...Someone I fear a whole lot less than them...
.................................................
Backstreet what? No, wrong again!
.................................
The author of this fic?
No, why would I fear her? She's as harmless as a-
*****Random Anvil falls down from the sky onto my head*****
Ooh, look at all the swirling Pidgey!
Hmm, that one looks kinda purple...
And *that* one has black wings!
And, and, and, and, and that one looks like...
Gasp!
No!
Not that!
Anything but that!
Not...
Jigglypuff!!
ARRGGGGHHHH!!!!!
................
Oh wait. I haven't met her yet...
Darn.
Okay.
Sorry.
Guess I kinda got off track.
Guess you think this is turning more into an incredibly insane blabbering of words than a heart-felt fanfic...
Anyway.
Ahem.
Mew.
I cleared my throat.
And what to our wandering eyes did appear, but a dozen bulldozers, operated by people we feared...
Dun dun dun! (Key the dramatic music!)
(...Okay...So it was pretty easy to guess who operated the bulldozers, but humor me, okay?)
Teeeeeeeaaamm (-echoing deep voice like in Space Jam-) Rooockkeettt!
-I don't own any rights to Space Jam-
~Just so you know...~