Disclaimer: Still don't own it. In fact, I'm writing chapter two moments
after I uploaded chapter one. Go figure. Anyhoo, this is chapter two.
Characters who weren't in chapter one will be listed…
Here.
James (19)
Jesse (20)
Butch (20)
Cassidy (20)
Mondo (15)
Meowth (he's a Pokémon. What does age matter?)
The Driver (eh, no one knows how old bus drivers are, they're just scary beings)
A blue haired girl in sunglasses was sitting beside another girl with long pinkish red hair, also in sunglasses, about four seats behind Gary and Tracey. Two seats behind them were two people in sunglasses-a guy with green hair and a girl with long blonde hair.
Guess who they are.
A younger guy with brown hair was sitting opposite the first two, next to a Meowth. "Yay, this is so exciting!" he yelped happily.
"Shuddup," the Meowth muttered.
"Oh, but it's so fun!" the boy continued.
"Who gave Mondo chocolate?" the Meowth turned to face his friends.
The blue haired girl looked guilty. Well, now you looked at her, it didn't seem to be a her after all…
"James, ya idiot!" The Meowth yelled. "He'll be hyper all day now!"
James sighed. "Well, it wasn't my fault…"
"Shut UP Ash!" Misty yelled. "Can't you just take it that we're going to all have a good time instead of just you, you spoilt brat?"
"I never said anything like that!" Ash yelled back. "I just said—"
"And I just said SHUT UP!" Misty interrupted.
"SHUT UP!" Brock and Gary yelled at the same moment.
The coach bumped and a suitcase slid off the luggage rack on to Ash's head. It took him a few minutes to register the pain, but when he did, it yelped. "Oww!"
Everyone laughed, even some people who didn't know him. Which weren't that many people, because the Ketchum-Oak party (the name they'd booked under) took up most of the coach and everyone else was getting sick of hearing "ASH!" very loudly, all the time.
Ash stood up to put the suitcase back. He angrily noted it wasn't even his case, but Misty's. He'd get her back later for that.
He sat down again, and the case fell on his head again. For once, Ash wasn't pleased about all the attention. He really would have to kill someone for that.
"Misty, what have you got in that suitcase? It weighs a TON!" he yelled angrily. The rest of the coach watched curiously to see what would happen next.
"I wouldn't have thought you'd feel it, having a thick skull like yours," Misty said innocently. Everyone giggled a little, but stayed quiet to hear what would happen next.
"I do NOT!" Ash yelled, the best he could come up with. Everyone laughed. The coach spluttered, coughed, and drew to a halt in the middle of the mud track… road, as they call them on Pokémon.
"Huh?" asked Tracey with almost Ash type intelligence.
"I think," Gary said, with slight sarcasm, "the bus may have broken down."
"It's a coach," Misty said scathingly.
"Same thing," Gary snapped back.
"Shut up," Casey interrupted.
"Err…" the coach driver stood at the front, facing everyone. "Does anyone know how to fix a coach?"
"I do!" the blue haired girl/guy called. The girl next to him pulled his hand back down and put her hand over his mouth. "No he-uh, she-doesn't," she called down to the driver.
"I do," Delia offered. "And Samuel will help, right?"
"Uh, yes," he spluttered. "Yes, all right."
"Okay, everyone get off the coach," The Driver ordered (whose name was… err… Fred. That's it, Fred.) "You'll have to find something to do… how long will it take to fix it?" he turned to Delia.
"Only a few hours," she answered, rolling her sleeves up.
"Okay," said Fred, "well, go out and have picnics or something, but don't go too far, 'cause soon as this baby's fixed, we're hittin' the road 'gain."
Everyone stared at him. "Uh, Fred," Tracey asked, (obviously knowing his name, they always do), "why did you start talking like that?"
But Fred had gone off somewhere. Probably to pee in the bushes. After all, there wasn't a toilet on the coach. (Ash: There wasn't? Uh oh. Misty: That was a broom cupboard, Ash!)
"Let's have a picnic!" Ash said happily, dragging a hamper big enough to feed a starved Snorlax off the coach. He whipped a checked blanket (hey, it wouldn't be a picnic without one) out and threw food over it. "Food everyone!" he called happily. Misty charged towards it with a grin fixed on her face.
No, you strange people, not to Ash. Rice balls, actually.
Brock, Gary, Tracey, Todd, Casey, Duplica, Melody, and Sakura headed towards the food at a more reasonable pace (well, their legs didn't blur into one big blur, anyway). Within moments they were all stuffing food into their mouths at approximately 10000 mph while Delia and Samuel were up to their elbows in oil and engine parts and Fred finished in the bushes. Oh yes, and six team rocket members stood around and drooled over the food. The food, people, FOOD. Well, maybe not James. James may have been drooling over a person. (Brock, my friends. Brock. Brock is hot—in James's strange opinion anyway.)
"Don't you have any food?" Misty asked, looking concerned.
"Err, no," James said while staring into Brock's gorgeous (in James's opinion) squinty eyes.
"Oh, here, have some," Misty smiled at Cassidy while not watching her face, exactly.
And so five humans and a Meowth sat down and joined the happy little picnic—with lots of egg sandwiches, yummy.
Now children, where do eggs come from? I'll give you a clue: there's no chicken Pokémon and it's been in the show since that episode where Ash nearly got eaten by an Aerodactyl.
"The food's all gone," Ash stated, unable to understand how fourteen humans and two Pokémon could eat a hamper full of food.
"You're so intelligent, Ash," Misty said sarcastically. "So what are we going to do now?"
"Uhh…" said Ash.
"Who are you guys, anyway?" Misty asked Team Rocket, perfectly innocently for once.
Jesse, James, and Meowth leaped up in the air in that frightened animé way. "Err…"
"I'm James," James said.
"No you're not," Jesse told him. "I'm sorry, my friend, she's a bit… funny sometimes." James squirmed and went "mm mmrmm mrmr mmph" under Jesse's hand. "She has funny turns and thinks she's someone else. You think your name is James, don't you?" Jesse laughed. "She's all right. We're taking this trip as a sort of therapy for her. Her real name is…" Jesse thought quickly. "Rose. And I'm Jame—uh, Jamie. That's it, Jamie. And this is our pet Meowth, who does not talk," she said firmly.
"Oh, it's nice to meet you," Misty gushed. "And who are your other friends?"
"Mondo," she explained. "This is our friend Mondo." It didn't matter if they used his real name; it wasn't as if the Twerps knew him anyway. "And these are our friends, uh, Cassandra and Bill. Right?"
"Cassandra" turned to "Bill" and gave him a "keep your mouth shut or they'll recognise your voice and we'll be in serious trouble" look. She gave Jesse a "we wouldn't be working with you if it wasn't absolutely necessary and we are so not friends, so don't even think about it," look. She smiled at Misty. "Me and Bill think it's truly fantastic to meet you." As Misty gave "Bill" a funny look, "Cassandra" explained, "he has tonsillitis, and he can't talk."
"Oh, poor him," Misty sympathised. "I had that once, it's awful, isn't it?"
Butch nodded convincingly. He even gave a little croak. "It's all right Bill," Cassandra said. "I'm sure we can find something to make it better soon."
"I'm Mondo," Mondo grinned. "I've got some more rice balls."
"Yay, foooooooooooooooooooooooooood!" Ash yelled, and ate about twenty in one go, which just so happened to be all of them.
"Ash, don't be so greedy," Brock scolded.
"Wa, Brock?" Ash asked, a mouth full of rice balls. Or cheese burgers or whatever 4Kids insist on calling them these days.
"Be nice to the nice girls," Brock said, unable to keep his insane Brockness inside anymore. "They're really really se—"
"They were Mondo's doughnutriceballs," Misty interrupted, not sure what to call them.
"It doesn't matter!" Brock said loudly, throwing crumbs everywhere. He wasn't sure whom he liked most, Cassandra or Jamie or the most wonderful Rose—reflecting on it, Rose. Rose was the cutest. Why did Rose have to be the one who was mentally ill?
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Yee, long chapter. With Brocketshipping. I like it. It's funny. So question to ponder on till next chapter…
Will the coach ever get fixed?
How does Delia know about fixing coach engines?
Where does Fred come into it?
What plot does TR have up their sleeves this time?
Why haven't they messed up their plan yet?
What does Misty have in that suitcase?
Where are they going????
Here.
James (19)
Jesse (20)
Butch (20)
Cassidy (20)
Mondo (15)
Meowth (he's a Pokémon. What does age matter?)
The Driver (eh, no one knows how old bus drivers are, they're just scary beings)
A blue haired girl in sunglasses was sitting beside another girl with long pinkish red hair, also in sunglasses, about four seats behind Gary and Tracey. Two seats behind them were two people in sunglasses-a guy with green hair and a girl with long blonde hair.
Guess who they are.
A younger guy with brown hair was sitting opposite the first two, next to a Meowth. "Yay, this is so exciting!" he yelped happily.
"Shuddup," the Meowth muttered.
"Oh, but it's so fun!" the boy continued.
"Who gave Mondo chocolate?" the Meowth turned to face his friends.
The blue haired girl looked guilty. Well, now you looked at her, it didn't seem to be a her after all…
"James, ya idiot!" The Meowth yelled. "He'll be hyper all day now!"
James sighed. "Well, it wasn't my fault…"
"Shut UP Ash!" Misty yelled. "Can't you just take it that we're going to all have a good time instead of just you, you spoilt brat?"
"I never said anything like that!" Ash yelled back. "I just said—"
"And I just said SHUT UP!" Misty interrupted.
"SHUT UP!" Brock and Gary yelled at the same moment.
The coach bumped and a suitcase slid off the luggage rack on to Ash's head. It took him a few minutes to register the pain, but when he did, it yelped. "Oww!"
Everyone laughed, even some people who didn't know him. Which weren't that many people, because the Ketchum-Oak party (the name they'd booked under) took up most of the coach and everyone else was getting sick of hearing "ASH!" very loudly, all the time.
Ash stood up to put the suitcase back. He angrily noted it wasn't even his case, but Misty's. He'd get her back later for that.
He sat down again, and the case fell on his head again. For once, Ash wasn't pleased about all the attention. He really would have to kill someone for that.
"Misty, what have you got in that suitcase? It weighs a TON!" he yelled angrily. The rest of the coach watched curiously to see what would happen next.
"I wouldn't have thought you'd feel it, having a thick skull like yours," Misty said innocently. Everyone giggled a little, but stayed quiet to hear what would happen next.
"I do NOT!" Ash yelled, the best he could come up with. Everyone laughed. The coach spluttered, coughed, and drew to a halt in the middle of the mud track… road, as they call them on Pokémon.
"Huh?" asked Tracey with almost Ash type intelligence.
"I think," Gary said, with slight sarcasm, "the bus may have broken down."
"It's a coach," Misty said scathingly.
"Same thing," Gary snapped back.
"Shut up," Casey interrupted.
"Err…" the coach driver stood at the front, facing everyone. "Does anyone know how to fix a coach?"
"I do!" the blue haired girl/guy called. The girl next to him pulled his hand back down and put her hand over his mouth. "No he-uh, she-doesn't," she called down to the driver.
"I do," Delia offered. "And Samuel will help, right?"
"Uh, yes," he spluttered. "Yes, all right."
"Okay, everyone get off the coach," The Driver ordered (whose name was… err… Fred. That's it, Fred.) "You'll have to find something to do… how long will it take to fix it?" he turned to Delia.
"Only a few hours," she answered, rolling her sleeves up.
"Okay," said Fred, "well, go out and have picnics or something, but don't go too far, 'cause soon as this baby's fixed, we're hittin' the road 'gain."
Everyone stared at him. "Uh, Fred," Tracey asked, (obviously knowing his name, they always do), "why did you start talking like that?"
But Fred had gone off somewhere. Probably to pee in the bushes. After all, there wasn't a toilet on the coach. (Ash: There wasn't? Uh oh. Misty: That was a broom cupboard, Ash!)
"Let's have a picnic!" Ash said happily, dragging a hamper big enough to feed a starved Snorlax off the coach. He whipped a checked blanket (hey, it wouldn't be a picnic without one) out and threw food over it. "Food everyone!" he called happily. Misty charged towards it with a grin fixed on her face.
No, you strange people, not to Ash. Rice balls, actually.
Brock, Gary, Tracey, Todd, Casey, Duplica, Melody, and Sakura headed towards the food at a more reasonable pace (well, their legs didn't blur into one big blur, anyway). Within moments they were all stuffing food into their mouths at approximately 10000 mph while Delia and Samuel were up to their elbows in oil and engine parts and Fred finished in the bushes. Oh yes, and six team rocket members stood around and drooled over the food. The food, people, FOOD. Well, maybe not James. James may have been drooling over a person. (Brock, my friends. Brock. Brock is hot—in James's strange opinion anyway.)
"Don't you have any food?" Misty asked, looking concerned.
"Err, no," James said while staring into Brock's gorgeous (in James's opinion) squinty eyes.
"Oh, here, have some," Misty smiled at Cassidy while not watching her face, exactly.
And so five humans and a Meowth sat down and joined the happy little picnic—with lots of egg sandwiches, yummy.
Now children, where do eggs come from? I'll give you a clue: there's no chicken Pokémon and it's been in the show since that episode where Ash nearly got eaten by an Aerodactyl.
"The food's all gone," Ash stated, unable to understand how fourteen humans and two Pokémon could eat a hamper full of food.
"You're so intelligent, Ash," Misty said sarcastically. "So what are we going to do now?"
"Uhh…" said Ash.
"Who are you guys, anyway?" Misty asked Team Rocket, perfectly innocently for once.
Jesse, James, and Meowth leaped up in the air in that frightened animé way. "Err…"
"I'm James," James said.
"No you're not," Jesse told him. "I'm sorry, my friend, she's a bit… funny sometimes." James squirmed and went "mm mmrmm mrmr mmph" under Jesse's hand. "She has funny turns and thinks she's someone else. You think your name is James, don't you?" Jesse laughed. "She's all right. We're taking this trip as a sort of therapy for her. Her real name is…" Jesse thought quickly. "Rose. And I'm Jame—uh, Jamie. That's it, Jamie. And this is our pet Meowth, who does not talk," she said firmly.
"Oh, it's nice to meet you," Misty gushed. "And who are your other friends?"
"Mondo," she explained. "This is our friend Mondo." It didn't matter if they used his real name; it wasn't as if the Twerps knew him anyway. "And these are our friends, uh, Cassandra and Bill. Right?"
"Cassandra" turned to "Bill" and gave him a "keep your mouth shut or they'll recognise your voice and we'll be in serious trouble" look. She gave Jesse a "we wouldn't be working with you if it wasn't absolutely necessary and we are so not friends, so don't even think about it," look. She smiled at Misty. "Me and Bill think it's truly fantastic to meet you." As Misty gave "Bill" a funny look, "Cassandra" explained, "he has tonsillitis, and he can't talk."
"Oh, poor him," Misty sympathised. "I had that once, it's awful, isn't it?"
Butch nodded convincingly. He even gave a little croak. "It's all right Bill," Cassandra said. "I'm sure we can find something to make it better soon."
"I'm Mondo," Mondo grinned. "I've got some more rice balls."
"Yay, foooooooooooooooooooooooooood!" Ash yelled, and ate about twenty in one go, which just so happened to be all of them.
"Ash, don't be so greedy," Brock scolded.
"Wa, Brock?" Ash asked, a mouth full of rice balls. Or cheese burgers or whatever 4Kids insist on calling them these days.
"Be nice to the nice girls," Brock said, unable to keep his insane Brockness inside anymore. "They're really really se—"
"They were Mondo's doughnutriceballs," Misty interrupted, not sure what to call them.
"It doesn't matter!" Brock said loudly, throwing crumbs everywhere. He wasn't sure whom he liked most, Cassandra or Jamie or the most wonderful Rose—reflecting on it, Rose. Rose was the cutest. Why did Rose have to be the one who was mentally ill?
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Yee, long chapter. With Brocketshipping. I like it. It's funny. So question to ponder on till next chapter…
Will the coach ever get fixed?
How does Delia know about fixing coach engines?
Where does Fred come into it?
What plot does TR have up their sleeves this time?
Why haven't they messed up their plan yet?
What does Misty have in that suitcase?
Where are they going????