Ash Ketcham's many Pokémon adventures has taken him further than he'd ever imagined. Now he stood at the city limits of a small town called Sugar Town. A sign at the gates leading into the city advertised the many sweet confections Sugar Town boasted of. "Smell that," Misty Waterflower, one of Ash's travel companions and best friends said, smelling the breeze. The sweet scent of fresh baked goods wafted to them.
"Smells like ecliars," Brock Slate, the third member of thier party said.
"Pikachu!" Ash's trusty Pokémon, Pikachu, cried.
"Well, guys, should we try out Sugar Town," Ash asked. Misty and Brock had already made a beeline for the shops where the sweets were sold. He laughed and followed them, Pikachu riding on his head. He found them in a tiny shop. He opened the door. The air was warm and thick. It looked like an olde tyme penny candy store. Jars of jawbreakers, root beer barrels, jelly beans, peppermints, and other assorted hard candies lined the walls of the store. Misty was looking at a tray of small pieces of chocolate, asking the clerk what kinds of chocolate they were. He offered her a square. She popped it in her mouth and exclaimed, "Oh, wow, this is fantastic! It's mint chocolate! Hey, Ash, Brock, eat one of these! They're so good!" Ash and Brock each got a chocolate. As the confections metled in their mouths, they wore wide smiles.
"It is good, Misty," Ash agreed. "You don't see candy like this just anywhere."
"Of course not," the clerk said proudly. "Here in Sugar Town, we make the finest sweets in the world. We're famous! Nobody can resist our succulent recipes. This street is just candy shops. You can find any kind of candy here, even candy you never knew existed! Of course, it's not cheap." The three friends looked at each other. They were craving more chocolate, but they didn't have a lot of money with them. "But no worries. All the shops here are happy to hand out free samples. How else can we show the world we're the best?"
"Great," Ash exclaimed. "Come on, let's go get some more candy." They stepped out of the store and onto Candy Cane Lane, which seemed to be the main drag in Sugar Town. Little did they know that the devious Team Rocket was close behind.
"Did you hear that, James," Jessie hissed. They were positioned near a newsstand. Jessie hid her face behind a newspaper. "They have the world's finest sweets here."
James concealed himself with a copy of GQ. "Oooh," he squealed. "I could go for some chocolate."
"Augh," Jessie spat, wadding up her newspaper and whacking James with it. "Idiot! We aren't going to eat any of it! We're going to steal it."
"All that chocolate," Meowth, thier loyal Pokémon, asked from behind the most recent Cat Fancier's Monthly.
"Not all of it," Jessie explained. "Just enough to where we can figure out the recipe, then copy it, and become millionaires!" Her eyes grew starry, thinking of thier impending wealth.
"Why can't we eat it," James whined. "Just a little bit?"
"Can't you think of anything but food for one minute," Jessie roared in response. Ash and company passed them, and they looked on in interest. "Maybe we could try for a double play," she said thoughtfully.
"You mean, try to steal that Pikachu and get the recipe for the candy," Meowth said.
"Sure," she said, confindent. "We can do it."
"Yeah, right."
Meanwhile, the three teens made a complete tour of Sugar Town, and ended up at the Pokémon Center in town by the end of the day. They decided to call it a night, and bunked at the Center. It seemed busier than all the other Centers they'd been to. They snagged the last room available. Before turning in for the evening, Ash and Misty joined a game of Monopoly, while Brock flirted with Nurse Joy, the resident Pokémon nurse. One of thier fellow players asked, "Did you come to town for the dance?"
Ash blinked. Misty shook her head. "What dance," she asked him.
He pointed to a sign on the wall. It read "Sweet Hearts Dance. This Saturday, from 7-midnight."
"Oh, a dance," Misty said dreamily.
"Yea," he said. "They say that you may find your true love there. The way it works is, instead of finding dates, everyone goes by themselves. Then, the guys have to ask the girls if they want to dance. The girls get a dance card, which has about forty spaces on it, to write the names of the guys who ask to dance. If there's space on a girl's dance card, and you ask her, she'll dance with you. But, if not, she can't. That way, she can meet many different guys, and maybe find her true love. Oh, I'd like to buy Boardwalk, by the way," he said, returning to the game. He handed Ash the funds necessary for thier transaction in exchange for the deed to Boardwalk. Ash absently handed the card to him.
"What," Ash scoffed. He crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. "What a bunch of junk."
"That sounds so romantic," Misty gushed. She closed her eyes and pictured herself in a long white flowing gown, dancing with a tall, dark and handsome man. "I'll be there!"
Ash laughed out loud. "Misty, you're a riot," he said, covering his mouth with his hand, trying to contain his outburst of laughter."You're a sucker for all this sappy garbage. Come on, we're only sixteen. How can you be so obsessed with love and junk like that now?"
Misty shouted, "Ash, you're such a loser!" Her nostrils flared. "You wouldn't know a good time if it bit you. This won't be sappy." She threw her hands in the air. "I'm going to bed. Good night." She blew past Brock, who threw Ash a questioned look. He came over to the now disbanded game. "Hey, Ash, what's up with Misty," he asked.
"She wants to go to that stupid dance," he said. "She got mad because I think it's dumb. We wouldn't be caught dead there, right, Brock? Us guys have to stick together."
"I'm going," he said, waving to Joy, who blew him a kiss. Ash's eyebrow raised.
"What," Ash asked. He was reeling from the fact that a girl actually liked Brock.
"Joy said she'd be there, and asked me if I was going," he explained. "She said she'd save me a spot on her dance card. Are you gonna go?"
Ash stood up quickly. He looked as though he'd swallowed sour milk. "No way," he spat. "All this dance buisness is dumb if you ask me. Now, I think I'll go to bed."
"Smells like ecliars," Brock Slate, the third member of thier party said.
"Pikachu!" Ash's trusty Pokémon, Pikachu, cried.
"Well, guys, should we try out Sugar Town," Ash asked. Misty and Brock had already made a beeline for the shops where the sweets were sold. He laughed and followed them, Pikachu riding on his head. He found them in a tiny shop. He opened the door. The air was warm and thick. It looked like an olde tyme penny candy store. Jars of jawbreakers, root beer barrels, jelly beans, peppermints, and other assorted hard candies lined the walls of the store. Misty was looking at a tray of small pieces of chocolate, asking the clerk what kinds of chocolate they were. He offered her a square. She popped it in her mouth and exclaimed, "Oh, wow, this is fantastic! It's mint chocolate! Hey, Ash, Brock, eat one of these! They're so good!" Ash and Brock each got a chocolate. As the confections metled in their mouths, they wore wide smiles.
"It is good, Misty," Ash agreed. "You don't see candy like this just anywhere."
"Of course not," the clerk said proudly. "Here in Sugar Town, we make the finest sweets in the world. We're famous! Nobody can resist our succulent recipes. This street is just candy shops. You can find any kind of candy here, even candy you never knew existed! Of course, it's not cheap." The three friends looked at each other. They were craving more chocolate, but they didn't have a lot of money with them. "But no worries. All the shops here are happy to hand out free samples. How else can we show the world we're the best?"
"Great," Ash exclaimed. "Come on, let's go get some more candy." They stepped out of the store and onto Candy Cane Lane, which seemed to be the main drag in Sugar Town. Little did they know that the devious Team Rocket was close behind.
"Did you hear that, James," Jessie hissed. They were positioned near a newsstand. Jessie hid her face behind a newspaper. "They have the world's finest sweets here."
James concealed himself with a copy of GQ. "Oooh," he squealed. "I could go for some chocolate."
"Augh," Jessie spat, wadding up her newspaper and whacking James with it. "Idiot! We aren't going to eat any of it! We're going to steal it."
"All that chocolate," Meowth, thier loyal Pokémon, asked from behind the most recent Cat Fancier's Monthly.
"Not all of it," Jessie explained. "Just enough to where we can figure out the recipe, then copy it, and become millionaires!" Her eyes grew starry, thinking of thier impending wealth.
"Why can't we eat it," James whined. "Just a little bit?"
"Can't you think of anything but food for one minute," Jessie roared in response. Ash and company passed them, and they looked on in interest. "Maybe we could try for a double play," she said thoughtfully.
"You mean, try to steal that Pikachu and get the recipe for the candy," Meowth said.
"Sure," she said, confindent. "We can do it."
"Yeah, right."
Meanwhile, the three teens made a complete tour of Sugar Town, and ended up at the Pokémon Center in town by the end of the day. They decided to call it a night, and bunked at the Center. It seemed busier than all the other Centers they'd been to. They snagged the last room available. Before turning in for the evening, Ash and Misty joined a game of Monopoly, while Brock flirted with Nurse Joy, the resident Pokémon nurse. One of thier fellow players asked, "Did you come to town for the dance?"
Ash blinked. Misty shook her head. "What dance," she asked him.
He pointed to a sign on the wall. It read "Sweet Hearts Dance. This Saturday, from 7-midnight."
"Oh, a dance," Misty said dreamily.
"Yea," he said. "They say that you may find your true love there. The way it works is, instead of finding dates, everyone goes by themselves. Then, the guys have to ask the girls if they want to dance. The girls get a dance card, which has about forty spaces on it, to write the names of the guys who ask to dance. If there's space on a girl's dance card, and you ask her, she'll dance with you. But, if not, she can't. That way, she can meet many different guys, and maybe find her true love. Oh, I'd like to buy Boardwalk, by the way," he said, returning to the game. He handed Ash the funds necessary for thier transaction in exchange for the deed to Boardwalk. Ash absently handed the card to him.
"What," Ash scoffed. He crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. "What a bunch of junk."
"That sounds so romantic," Misty gushed. She closed her eyes and pictured herself in a long white flowing gown, dancing with a tall, dark and handsome man. "I'll be there!"
Ash laughed out loud. "Misty, you're a riot," he said, covering his mouth with his hand, trying to contain his outburst of laughter."You're a sucker for all this sappy garbage. Come on, we're only sixteen. How can you be so obsessed with love and junk like that now?"
Misty shouted, "Ash, you're such a loser!" Her nostrils flared. "You wouldn't know a good time if it bit you. This won't be sappy." She threw her hands in the air. "I'm going to bed. Good night." She blew past Brock, who threw Ash a questioned look. He came over to the now disbanded game. "Hey, Ash, what's up with Misty," he asked.
"She wants to go to that stupid dance," he said. "She got mad because I think it's dumb. We wouldn't be caught dead there, right, Brock? Us guys have to stick together."
"I'm going," he said, waving to Joy, who blew him a kiss. Ash's eyebrow raised.
"What," Ash asked. He was reeling from the fact that a girl actually liked Brock.
"Joy said she'd be there, and asked me if I was going," he explained. "She said she'd save me a spot on her dance card. Are you gonna go?"
Ash stood up quickly. He looked as though he'd swallowed sour milk. "No way," he spat. "All this dance buisness is dumb if you ask me. Now, I think I'll go to bed."