My last chapter uploaded funny. Ah well. Just be warned, I'm listening to
Disney music, and Disney music makes me write weird stuff :S And Evil
Queen, since you love my fic so much, the whole thing is um. what's that
word? Dedicated, that's it! To you. Because you're cool and you like my
fic.
"My ice cream!" Gary wailed, huge animé tears flowing. "I want my ice cream baaaaack!" "Share mine," suggested Brock. "Hey, no fair! You wouldn't share with me!" Ash protested. Brock shrugged. "Tough."
"Oh," said Rose (James, actually), "I finished my ice cream. Mondo, can I have some of yours?" Mondo shook his head. He stuck his tongue out to catch the drips dripping down his cone onto his fingers. "Can I have yours, Jesse? Or can I have another one?" "No," hissed Jesse, "and my name's not Jesse, it's Jamie, remember?" "Oh. Well, can I have another ice cream, Jamie?" "No!" Jesse sighed. Honestly, you tell a guy he's pretending to be totally out of it, and he really becomes it. Or maybe he's just a really great actor. Jesse pondered for a moment while she used her finger as a spoon for her ice cream. "Ew, Jamie," Cassandra (Cassidy, remember?). "Don't do that." "What? Just because you're on a diet and you don't have any ice cream." She grinned and carried on, with added slurping noises. "You ought to be on a diet." Cassandra murmured. "Take that back, now," Jamie/Jesse said dangerously. "No," Cassandra shot back. "Shut up," Bill (he's Butch, 'member? Pay attention, there may be a quiz later) croaked. He was lying on his back, letting his ice-lolly drip slowly into his mouth. "You shut it, you have tonsillitis," Cassandra told him firmly. "I-oh yeah, I do." Bill stopped. Meowth went to open his mouth, but Jesse/Jamie hissed, "Keep your big Meowth SHUT! You can't talk, remember?!"
"Excuse me," Fred said, standing in front of the ice cream van. "Could I ask you a HUGE favour?" "No," said the ice cream vendor, and turned to wipe the worktop behind him. Fred ignored him. "We've got nowhere to stay, could we stay in your ice cream van?" "No!" the vendor said firmly. He slammed the front flap down. "But-but." "Give over, Fredrick," Scary Fashion Flash Man/Lady/Thing. "They're not going to let you in." "Who are you? Where did you come from? WHAT are you?" asked Fred, slightly disturbed. "I'm your husband, Freddy darling!" He/She/It squealed. "No," said Fred. "No. That isn't true. Delia, tell him. her. it. I didn't marry them!" Delia, who was busy sharing her strawberry double cornet with Prof. Oak and wondering what would happen if where weren't so many people around, jumped. "Err. you're not married are you Fred?" Prof. Oak, now covered in strawberry double cornet, did not look too pleased. He had a chocolate flake sticking out his mouth, and strawberry sauce was dripping through his hair. "Delia!" he said, irritated. "Oops!" she giggled. "Sorry, Samuel."
Ash watched intently as Gary and Brock giggled and shared ice cream. Misty was mildly surprised, and didn't watch. Rose looked jealous. Jamie put her arm around her. "Don't worry about it," she said. "There'll be plenty more twerpy squinty gym leaders for you." "Hmph," said Rose. "Can I ask a question?" Ash asked, the most polite thing he'd ever said. Gary and Brock looked at him simultaneously, chocolate flakes in both their mouths. "Go ahead," said Misty, because no one else said anything. "Well, Mom, who is my dad?"
LOL!!! I didn't expect Hellshipping (Gary and Brock), but there you go. Expect the unexpected. I didn't expect the return of the Scary Person from Pokémon Fashion Flash, either. Now I'm going to write the next chapter.
"My ice cream!" Gary wailed, huge animé tears flowing. "I want my ice cream baaaaack!" "Share mine," suggested Brock. "Hey, no fair! You wouldn't share with me!" Ash protested. Brock shrugged. "Tough."
"Oh," said Rose (James, actually), "I finished my ice cream. Mondo, can I have some of yours?" Mondo shook his head. He stuck his tongue out to catch the drips dripping down his cone onto his fingers. "Can I have yours, Jesse? Or can I have another one?" "No," hissed Jesse, "and my name's not Jesse, it's Jamie, remember?" "Oh. Well, can I have another ice cream, Jamie?" "No!" Jesse sighed. Honestly, you tell a guy he's pretending to be totally out of it, and he really becomes it. Or maybe he's just a really great actor. Jesse pondered for a moment while she used her finger as a spoon for her ice cream. "Ew, Jamie," Cassandra (Cassidy, remember?). "Don't do that." "What? Just because you're on a diet and you don't have any ice cream." She grinned and carried on, with added slurping noises. "You ought to be on a diet." Cassandra murmured. "Take that back, now," Jamie/Jesse said dangerously. "No," Cassandra shot back. "Shut up," Bill (he's Butch, 'member? Pay attention, there may be a quiz later) croaked. He was lying on his back, letting his ice-lolly drip slowly into his mouth. "You shut it, you have tonsillitis," Cassandra told him firmly. "I-oh yeah, I do." Bill stopped. Meowth went to open his mouth, but Jesse/Jamie hissed, "Keep your big Meowth SHUT! You can't talk, remember?!"
"Excuse me," Fred said, standing in front of the ice cream van. "Could I ask you a HUGE favour?" "No," said the ice cream vendor, and turned to wipe the worktop behind him. Fred ignored him. "We've got nowhere to stay, could we stay in your ice cream van?" "No!" the vendor said firmly. He slammed the front flap down. "But-but." "Give over, Fredrick," Scary Fashion Flash Man/Lady/Thing. "They're not going to let you in." "Who are you? Where did you come from? WHAT are you?" asked Fred, slightly disturbed. "I'm your husband, Freddy darling!" He/She/It squealed. "No," said Fred. "No. That isn't true. Delia, tell him. her. it. I didn't marry them!" Delia, who was busy sharing her strawberry double cornet with Prof. Oak and wondering what would happen if where weren't so many people around, jumped. "Err. you're not married are you Fred?" Prof. Oak, now covered in strawberry double cornet, did not look too pleased. He had a chocolate flake sticking out his mouth, and strawberry sauce was dripping through his hair. "Delia!" he said, irritated. "Oops!" she giggled. "Sorry, Samuel."
Ash watched intently as Gary and Brock giggled and shared ice cream. Misty was mildly surprised, and didn't watch. Rose looked jealous. Jamie put her arm around her. "Don't worry about it," she said. "There'll be plenty more twerpy squinty gym leaders for you." "Hmph," said Rose. "Can I ask a question?" Ash asked, the most polite thing he'd ever said. Gary and Brock looked at him simultaneously, chocolate flakes in both their mouths. "Go ahead," said Misty, because no one else said anything. "Well, Mom, who is my dad?"
LOL!!! I didn't expect Hellshipping (Gary and Brock), but there you go. Expect the unexpected. I didn't expect the return of the Scary Person from Pokémon Fashion Flash, either. Now I'm going to write the next chapter.