Chapter 1

It was a nice day. But it's always a nice day in the Pokemon World. And on this nice, happy day, three Pokemon chums sat in a nice, happy field on some nice, happy rocks. Yes, happy rocks.

The first Pokemon was a Charmander. He was pacing. Pacing in something he does quite often, as a nervous habit. At the moment, he was wearing a hole around his rock, what with all his pacing. He was bored.

The second Pokemon was a Clefairy. She was also bored. She sat on her happy rock, thinking. The rock was happy, but she was not. Because she was bored. Now I'm getting redundant.

The third Pokemon was an Oddish. It was a happy Oddish. In fact, he was so happy that he was completely oblivious to the sullen manner of his older pals. He just sat on his happy rock, singing his little happy Oddish song, which went something like this: "Oddish, odd odd Ooooodish! Oddish, dish dish Odddddddish!!!"

Not quite the Hampster Dance, but it will do.

Now, on this nice, happy day, the trio could not think of anything to do. They had no battles to fight, no relatives to visit, and no money to shop with. They didn't even have a trainer.

"Sure we do," protested Charmer, the Charmander. "She's just at the mental hospital right now."

"No, Hanni told me she was going on vacation! Something about how she needs to regain her muse…" replied Clef, the Clefairy.

"Ah, so that's why this fic sucks already."

"Oddish!" cried Radish, the happy Oddish.

So Charmer paced, Clef thought, and Radish sang his happy little song.

"I got it!" Clef roared, so loud and suddenly that Charmer, Radish, and the happy rocks all jumped.

"Got… what?" gasped Charmer, quite frazzled. "Oddish!" Radish cried happily.

Clef blinked. "Weren't we puzzling over something?"

"No, we're just bored."

"Oddish!"

"But isn't that the same thing?"

"… Whoa, my mind just spazzed back there," droned Charmer. "What were we doing again?"

"Odd oddish!

"Open a restaurant?" cried Clef. "Why, Radish, you little genius!"

"Eh?" Charmer inquired, evidently missing something.

So le tres Pokemon decided to open a restaurant. And they did, using the magic of plot-holes. Until they fell into one.

*Bump bump bump WHAM!!!!*

(A/n) Please DO NOT ask me why I wrote this one. It's not even funny. But those are my three Pokemon: Charmer, who's occasionally a plushie, Oddish, who is also occasionally a plushie, and Clef, who doesn't really exist. But it will be continued!