VEGEA-MON
Warning! I do not own pokemon but I do own the idea. I have no money what so ever because the police caught me playing with my food. I did pay the bill and it was all my money so I wouldn't sue me. So you will experience a machine that is great, that is useful, that, once again, Ash messes up…
Typists note: …and once again your disclaimer sucks
Oh well…anyway *Ahem*
Typists note: that means the stories gonna start, oh boy….
Ash had finished the Johto league, the excitement of his placing 20th out of five had finally worn off (togepi left with 2nd), and the wondrous trio, consisting of Misty, Brock, and Pikachu for ash is not worthy of being called wondrous (nor is he worthy of having a capitalized name), was walking back to pallet town, or strutting as was ash's pace, thinking of the beautiful prize which ash had been awarded out of pity. Unfortunately, along with ash's prize, he had been stripped of all his badges, his pokemon license, Dexter (an emotional scene that was), and all his clothes. Of course, upon seeing ash's birthday suit his clothes were returned but the judges stole his hat to pay for their exposure to his training talents or lack there of. Ash, in return for the majority of his worldly possession's and his lunch (he didn't know about that part) he was given a small envelope containing…something, ash couldn't be sure of what, however, for he wasn't graced with the intelligence enough to rip paper. The art of reading was also somewhat lost on this sad case. Even more unfortunately for our poor, not quite, hero Brock and Misty were too amused at watching him stare blankly at the inoperable contraption to assist him. They did, however, have a pool going as to when he would figure out the incredibly difficult puzzle. The final blow to this unfortunate case was that he had no clue as to any of this goings on and, furthermore, pallet was in the opposite direction of their path. Yet, as they say, ignorance is bliss. To say the least, ash would never have to worry about depression.
Warning! I do not own pokemon but I do own the idea. I have no money what so ever because the police caught me playing with my food. I did pay the bill and it was all my money so I wouldn't sue me. So you will experience a machine that is great, that is useful, that, once again, Ash messes up…
Typists note: …and once again your disclaimer sucks
Oh well…anyway *Ahem*
Typists note: that means the stories gonna start, oh boy….
Ash had finished the Johto league, the excitement of his placing 20th out of five had finally worn off (togepi left with 2nd), and the wondrous trio, consisting of Misty, Brock, and Pikachu for ash is not worthy of being called wondrous (nor is he worthy of having a capitalized name), was walking back to pallet town, or strutting as was ash's pace, thinking of the beautiful prize which ash had been awarded out of pity. Unfortunately, along with ash's prize, he had been stripped of all his badges, his pokemon license, Dexter (an emotional scene that was), and all his clothes. Of course, upon seeing ash's birthday suit his clothes were returned but the judges stole his hat to pay for their exposure to his training talents or lack there of. Ash, in return for the majority of his worldly possession's and his lunch (he didn't know about that part) he was given a small envelope containing…something, ash couldn't be sure of what, however, for he wasn't graced with the intelligence enough to rip paper. The art of reading was also somewhat lost on this sad case. Even more unfortunately for our poor, not quite, hero Brock and Misty were too amused at watching him stare blankly at the inoperable contraption to assist him. They did, however, have a pool going as to when he would figure out the incredibly difficult puzzle. The final blow to this unfortunate case was that he had no clue as to any of this goings on and, furthermore, pallet was in the opposite direction of their path. Yet, as they say, ignorance is bliss. To say the least, ash would never have to worry about depression.