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To Throw a Rock (aka: The Problem with Drinking)
"That sounds like a good idea," said Ash.
"Umm.. Ash, *what* sounds like a good idea?" replied Misty.
Ash sighed, and realized he probably didn't even tell them what he wanted to do.
So that was probably the reason she didn't know what the good idea was. Maybe they'd laugh
if he told them the idea, he thought. 'I don't know what they'll think. It's really a dirty
idea,' he thought, 'but I might as well get it over with before they think I'm weird.'
"Oh. I was thinking of a really mean thing to do. We would probably get in a lot
of trouble for doing it. You wanna know what the idea was?" questioned Ash.
"Well, it can't be any worse than what *I* think we should do on a night like this,"
replied Brock, "shoot."
"Yeah, and anyway, it's YOU. How bad could anything YOU think up be?" asked Misty.
"OK. Well, I was thinking we could go into the city tonight and throw rocks at people
and then run away before they figure out who we are!" said Ash.
Brock and Misty exchanged glances with one another. It was a few minutes before either of them
spoke. Too busy scratching their heads. Ash was thinking, 'Oh no! This is a horrible thing to
do! They probably won't want to be my friends anymore,' when Misty spoke up.
"Sure Ash. If you want to throw rocks at people, we'll do that. But first.. Umm.. Uhh..
You have to come with Brock and I and do the things we want to do, right Brock?" she nudged Brock with
her elbow.
"Uhh.. Right! You realize that WE might have wanted to do things tonight too, Ash. Just be
happy that we're taking you along with us," Brock.
Seemed reasonable enough to Ash. "Okay," he replied.
Misty grabbed Brock, and dragged him to a point where Ash couldn't hear what they were talking about
Even if he could hear, it wouldn't matter. He was busy thinking about Gary. Wondering what he was doing,
wondering if Gary was thinking about him too. Anyway, Brock and Misty had to come up with something to
do. Throwing rocks was a really lame idea. If they did that, they were more likely to be shot than to
get arrested. The poor boy needed to be corrupted at some point, maybe now was a good time to take a crack
at it again. They had tried before to corrupt him, but he just didn't get it. Lord knows Gary tried to help,
too, but Ash just didn't get it. He thought Gary was trying to piss on him, and just didn't understand what
was happening. So they had to plan.
"Why don't we go grave robbing? That might work." suggested Brock.
"No, no. I think Ash would piss himself if he had to go to a grave yard at night," said Misty,
"and we've tried taking him clubbing... We haven't taken him to a bar yet, have we?"
"No, we haven't. But we brought back some damn fine vodka last week, rememeber? He wouldn't touch the stuff.
Maybe if we tell him that we're taking him to a McDonalds and getting him a happy meal, he'll drink up,"
said Brock, thoughfully.
So that was the plan. Actually, they decided that they really WOULD take him to McDonalds and get him
a happy meal. Then they'd say that he had to go with them to where THEY wanted to go, and would later
fill up his cup with alcohol.
"Really? You're taking me to McDonalds? Great!" exclaimed Ash, "Maybe I'll see Mayor McCheese there!"
"Sure Ash. Whatever you say. But we don't really have time to stick around, you'll have to eat it
at the place Misty and I are going." Brock.
So off they went towards McDonalds. By now Brock and Misty were hoping that they could get Ash
ravingly drunk, and wouldn't have to throw rocks at anyone. 'Who is he? Denis the Menice?', thought Misty,
'*Psyduck* could think of something better than that. Mmm...Psyduck..'
They soon approached the nearest McDonalds, and Brock ordered a happy meal from the greasy looking teenager
working behind the counter. Told him to be quick, too. Of course, just for that, they took longer. Brock and Misty
both sighed, and waited impatiently. But Ash, Ash had totally ignored them. He was in the play palace by that time.
When Misty and Brock got the happy meal, they noticed Ash was gone... Then they saw him playing in the balls.
Throwing them at other kids..... Which looked a bit strange, I can tell you. He's 13, and when a 13 year old boy throws a
colorful ball at a 5 year old, there's something wrong in the picture.
Misty and Brock sighed, and resigned -- they couldn't stop Ash. So Ash when into the big hunk-of-plastic structure....
he climbed all the way to the back, and sat there, panting. Some kid who crawled by stared at him for a minute, and then started
crying. Ash didn't take any notice of that, he was too excited. But that's when he heard the sounds...
"Uhhh ooooohhhhhh!!! Punishment for your crimes! Uhhh"
"Ohhhh!!! Don't.. Don't.. oohhh GOD!"
..So Ash just had to investigate! He started crawling, and knew that the source of the sounds must be near by, because they
were getting louder! He kept crawling, and then he saw it -- Mayor McCheese, and the Hamburgler, in a very erotic position.
Of course, Ash didn't know what was happening. He just knew that Mayor McCheese was his favorite McDonalds character, and it
looked like he was in trouble! The Hamburgler was a bad guy who steals hamburgers and doesn't get punished when he's caught,
and from the way he was wrapped around McCheese, he knew that McCheese was in a lot of trouble!
This time, the Hamburgler would get in trouble for SURE!
"Help! Help! Someone come help! Mayor McCheese is being attacked by the Hamburgler!" yelled Ash.
The Concerned Soccer Mom's who were eating just outside the play palace while watching their children heard this, and they were
concerned.
"What if my child is near one of them?" cried one mom.
"Forget your kid, my kid can't even WALK!" yelled back another mom.
After that, a big fight started between all the Concerned Soccer Mom's, and they were too distracted from trying to fight for their
children, even though the kids weren't in any trouble. In fact, most of them made their way up to where Ash, McCheese, and Hamburgler
were, and were calmly watching. Some crying, sure, it was scary. But for the most part, they were happy.
"Do you think McCheese is really in trouble?" asked Misty.
"Probably not. We should go in there after Ash, though. We need to leave, and NOW," replied Brock.
So they made their way into the big hunk-of-plastic structure, and soon smelled the stench of feet, pee, sweat, and fries. Ironically,
both Misty and Brock thought this would be a good place to do the nasty. Sure, the stench might not be very pleasing, but the thrill of
being caught by a 3 year old, and his mother calling you a pervert was almost too much to resist.
"I don't know about you, Misty, but I'm going to have to remember this place," commented Brock.
Misty nodded her head thoughtfully. Hell, if either of them couldn't get someone to come back there with them, they'd go with each other.
That was often the case, too. I mean, Misty was getting a little sick of screwing Snap. What a twerp. It's not so much that he wanted to
take pictures of her nude, or of the act, but that he loved his camera so much. He often used it as a part of the act, and frankly,
Misty found the feel of a camera up her butt to be not very pleasing... Brock was makeshift. And as for how HE felt about screwing
her, well, he wasn't complaining; it wasn't like he could get a girl on his own, so who gave a crap?
By the time they reached Ash, he was a babbling mess of no use. Misty had to kick a bunch of brats away to get to him, and Brock was
busy taking their toys. And when Misty got to Ash, she could see what Ash had seen. Yes, she saw the Hamburgler and McCheese trying
to hold a few positions at the same time, not McCheese in any sort of trouble. She sighed, shook Ash, and had to have Brock help bring
Ash back down. It was time to head for the nearest bar.
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To Throw a Rock (aka: The Problem with Drinking)
"That sounds like a good idea," said Ash.
"Umm.. Ash, *what* sounds like a good idea?" replied Misty.
Ash sighed, and realized he probably didn't even tell them what he wanted to do.
So that was probably the reason she didn't know what the good idea was. Maybe they'd laugh
if he told them the idea, he thought. 'I don't know what they'll think. It's really a dirty
idea,' he thought, 'but I might as well get it over with before they think I'm weird.'
"Oh. I was thinking of a really mean thing to do. We would probably get in a lot
of trouble for doing it. You wanna know what the idea was?" questioned Ash.
"Well, it can't be any worse than what *I* think we should do on a night like this,"
replied Brock, "shoot."
"Yeah, and anyway, it's YOU. How bad could anything YOU think up be?" asked Misty.
"OK. Well, I was thinking we could go into the city tonight and throw rocks at people
and then run away before they figure out who we are!" said Ash.
Brock and Misty exchanged glances with one another. It was a few minutes before either of them
spoke. Too busy scratching their heads. Ash was thinking, 'Oh no! This is a horrible thing to
do! They probably won't want to be my friends anymore,' when Misty spoke up.
"Sure Ash. If you want to throw rocks at people, we'll do that. But first.. Umm.. Uhh..
You have to come with Brock and I and do the things we want to do, right Brock?" she nudged Brock with
her elbow.
"Uhh.. Right! You realize that WE might have wanted to do things tonight too, Ash. Just be
happy that we're taking you along with us," Brock.
Seemed reasonable enough to Ash. "Okay," he replied.
Misty grabbed Brock, and dragged him to a point where Ash couldn't hear what they were talking about
Even if he could hear, it wouldn't matter. He was busy thinking about Gary. Wondering what he was doing,
wondering if Gary was thinking about him too. Anyway, Brock and Misty had to come up with something to
do. Throwing rocks was a really lame idea. If they did that, they were more likely to be shot than to
get arrested. The poor boy needed to be corrupted at some point, maybe now was a good time to take a crack
at it again. They had tried before to corrupt him, but he just didn't get it. Lord knows Gary tried to help,
too, but Ash just didn't get it. He thought Gary was trying to piss on him, and just didn't understand what
was happening. So they had to plan.
"Why don't we go grave robbing? That might work." suggested Brock.
"No, no. I think Ash would piss himself if he had to go to a grave yard at night," said Misty,
"and we've tried taking him clubbing... We haven't taken him to a bar yet, have we?"
"No, we haven't. But we brought back some damn fine vodka last week, rememeber? He wouldn't touch the stuff.
Maybe if we tell him that we're taking him to a McDonalds and getting him a happy meal, he'll drink up,"
said Brock, thoughfully.
So that was the plan. Actually, they decided that they really WOULD take him to McDonalds and get him
a happy meal. Then they'd say that he had to go with them to where THEY wanted to go, and would later
fill up his cup with alcohol.
"Really? You're taking me to McDonalds? Great!" exclaimed Ash, "Maybe I'll see Mayor McCheese there!"
"Sure Ash. Whatever you say. But we don't really have time to stick around, you'll have to eat it
at the place Misty and I are going." Brock.
So off they went towards McDonalds. By now Brock and Misty were hoping that they could get Ash
ravingly drunk, and wouldn't have to throw rocks at anyone. 'Who is he? Denis the Menice?', thought Misty,
'*Psyduck* could think of something better than that. Mmm...Psyduck..'
They soon approached the nearest McDonalds, and Brock ordered a happy meal from the greasy looking teenager
working behind the counter. Told him to be quick, too. Of course, just for that, they took longer. Brock and Misty
both sighed, and waited impatiently. But Ash, Ash had totally ignored them. He was in the play palace by that time.
When Misty and Brock got the happy meal, they noticed Ash was gone... Then they saw him playing in the balls.
Throwing them at other kids..... Which looked a bit strange, I can tell you. He's 13, and when a 13 year old boy throws a
colorful ball at a 5 year old, there's something wrong in the picture.
Misty and Brock sighed, and resigned -- they couldn't stop Ash. So Ash when into the big hunk-of-plastic structure....
he climbed all the way to the back, and sat there, panting. Some kid who crawled by stared at him for a minute, and then started
crying. Ash didn't take any notice of that, he was too excited. But that's when he heard the sounds...
"Uhhh ooooohhhhhh!!! Punishment for your crimes! Uhhh"
"Ohhhh!!! Don't.. Don't.. oohhh GOD!"
..So Ash just had to investigate! He started crawling, and knew that the source of the sounds must be near by, because they
were getting louder! He kept crawling, and then he saw it -- Mayor McCheese, and the Hamburgler, in a very erotic position.
Of course, Ash didn't know what was happening. He just knew that Mayor McCheese was his favorite McDonalds character, and it
looked like he was in trouble! The Hamburgler was a bad guy who steals hamburgers and doesn't get punished when he's caught,
and from the way he was wrapped around McCheese, he knew that McCheese was in a lot of trouble!
This time, the Hamburgler would get in trouble for SURE!
"Help! Help! Someone come help! Mayor McCheese is being attacked by the Hamburgler!" yelled Ash.
The Concerned Soccer Mom's who were eating just outside the play palace while watching their children heard this, and they were
concerned.
"What if my child is near one of them?" cried one mom.
"Forget your kid, my kid can't even WALK!" yelled back another mom.
After that, a big fight started between all the Concerned Soccer Mom's, and they were too distracted from trying to fight for their
children, even though the kids weren't in any trouble. In fact, most of them made their way up to where Ash, McCheese, and Hamburgler
were, and were calmly watching. Some crying, sure, it was scary. But for the most part, they were happy.
"Do you think McCheese is really in trouble?" asked Misty.
"Probably not. We should go in there after Ash, though. We need to leave, and NOW," replied Brock.
So they made their way into the big hunk-of-plastic structure, and soon smelled the stench of feet, pee, sweat, and fries. Ironically,
both Misty and Brock thought this would be a good place to do the nasty. Sure, the stench might not be very pleasing, but the thrill of
being caught by a 3 year old, and his mother calling you a pervert was almost too much to resist.
"I don't know about you, Misty, but I'm going to have to remember this place," commented Brock.
Misty nodded her head thoughtfully. Hell, if either of them couldn't get someone to come back there with them, they'd go with each other.
That was often the case, too. I mean, Misty was getting a little sick of screwing Snap. What a twerp. It's not so much that he wanted to
take pictures of her nude, or of the act, but that he loved his camera so much. He often used it as a part of the act, and frankly,
Misty found the feel of a camera up her butt to be not very pleasing... Brock was makeshift. And as for how HE felt about screwing
her, well, he wasn't complaining; it wasn't like he could get a girl on his own, so who gave a crap?
By the time they reached Ash, he was a babbling mess of no use. Misty had to kick a bunch of brats away to get to him, and Brock was
busy taking their toys. And when Misty got to Ash, she could see what Ash had seen. Yes, she saw the Hamburgler and McCheese trying
to hold a few positions at the same time, not McCheese in any sort of trouble. She sighed, shook Ash, and had to have Brock help bring
Ash back down. It was time to head for the nearest bar.
