********Pokémon Journeys Episode One********
--Search for the tyrant Itar!!
Location: Somewhere on some road near some random forest that only exists for the
well-being of this story
The announcer cheerfully pipes up, "As we follow our heroes around again, they are
about to have another adventure! Wow!!" Ash, Misty, and Brock brainlessly galumph
down a forest path. Something in the bushes rustles, and Ash jumps to a poor conclusion
that its a Pokémon. "Pokéball, Go!" He whips a pokéball into the bush. The is a sickening
thus, a scream, and a little girl stands up. "That wasn't very nice." She screamed, nearly
barfing her guts out. "Well, I thought you were a Pokémon," Ash defended lamely. The
small girl walked over to Ash, then looked at Misty, Brock, then Pikachu. An evil smirk
came across her face, and she kicked it. "What was..." Ash started, then corrected, "What
WERE you doing in that bush?" "I was looking for a lost Pokémon." (Well, duh. They
are ALWAYS looking for a lost Pokémon.) Ash became immediately interested and said,
"What is it?" The little girl looked up at Ash, smiled, and happily exclaimed, "Tyranitar."
Ash's Pokédex was open before she finished talking. Bing. Tyranitar, the Armor
Pokémon. It is a vicious killer that murders all it sees. It knows how to wield guns. Misty
peered over Ash's shoulder at the little glowing picture. She screamed, "OH ITS SO
CUTE I'M GONNA GO GET ONE RIGHT NOW BYE!!" and she was off. The little girl
interrogated Ash, "So, will you and your dumb Pikachu help me?" Ash, since he had
never declined an offer to set a good example for the little kids, agreed.
. . .
A hot air balloon floated lazily overhead. Inside, Jesse, James, and Meowth recited the
motto. Meowth picked up a pair of humongous binoculars and looked through the trees,
seeing Ash, Pikachu, and Brock. He then grabbed a spare pika-proof cage and an
extendable glove hand. He hadn't even said anything but they assumed he had seen 'the
twerps'. Jesse and James got ready to steer the balloon. *Authors note: This paragraph
about Team Rocket would be a lot longer if we all didn't know how these battles went. I
will skip it.
. . .
That evening, still not having found Itar, (the Tyranitar) and after Misty decided to come
back, they had set up camp. Four sleeping bags were laid out around a campfire, Ash's
backpack was leaned against a fallen tree, and Brock was busily wrestling with some wet,
slimy, and scared animal trying to get it into the stew. Ash stood up and casually strolled
over to the fire. He peered into the pot. Inside, there was some green slimy stuff popping
and boiling. He picked up a spoon and scooped up what was on the bottom of the pot. He
took the spoon back out and investigated its contents. There were two small smooth
stones, some shreds of dead grass, and a pokéball. Inside of it, there was a dead Caterpie.
Ash put it back in, and fished out another spoonful, and another. There was a total of 3
Caterpies, 4 Weedles, and a Mankey. Brock walked out from behind some bushes,
carrying a lump of mud. "Say, Brock," Ash spoke up, "What are we having for dinner
today?" Brock slopped the mud into the pot. "Something that if you don't eat it, you will
go hungry!!" he exclaimed happily, and began to prance about the campsite. At that
instant the girl and Misty showed up, and Brock announced that dinner was 'done'. They
each got a healthy portion. Apparently, the mud had done the trick; it was perfect
Chicken and Dumplings. The dinner conversation consisted of this: "So, whats your
name?" "It's Gooka." Then they went to bed, for a very long day was coming
tomorrow.
--Search for the tyrant Itar!!
Location: Somewhere on some road near some random forest that only exists for the
well-being of this story
The announcer cheerfully pipes up, "As we follow our heroes around again, they are
about to have another adventure! Wow!!" Ash, Misty, and Brock brainlessly galumph
down a forest path. Something in the bushes rustles, and Ash jumps to a poor conclusion
that its a Pokémon. "Pokéball, Go!" He whips a pokéball into the bush. The is a sickening
thus, a scream, and a little girl stands up. "That wasn't very nice." She screamed, nearly
barfing her guts out. "Well, I thought you were a Pokémon," Ash defended lamely. The
small girl walked over to Ash, then looked at Misty, Brock, then Pikachu. An evil smirk
came across her face, and she kicked it. "What was..." Ash started, then corrected, "What
WERE you doing in that bush?" "I was looking for a lost Pokémon." (Well, duh. They
are ALWAYS looking for a lost Pokémon.) Ash became immediately interested and said,
"What is it?" The little girl looked up at Ash, smiled, and happily exclaimed, "Tyranitar."
Ash's Pokédex was open before she finished talking. Bing. Tyranitar, the Armor
Pokémon. It is a vicious killer that murders all it sees. It knows how to wield guns. Misty
peered over Ash's shoulder at the little glowing picture. She screamed, "OH ITS SO
CUTE I'M GONNA GO GET ONE RIGHT NOW BYE!!" and she was off. The little girl
interrogated Ash, "So, will you and your dumb Pikachu help me?" Ash, since he had
never declined an offer to set a good example for the little kids, agreed.
. . .
A hot air balloon floated lazily overhead. Inside, Jesse, James, and Meowth recited the
motto. Meowth picked up a pair of humongous binoculars and looked through the trees,
seeing Ash, Pikachu, and Brock. He then grabbed a spare pika-proof cage and an
extendable glove hand. He hadn't even said anything but they assumed he had seen 'the
twerps'. Jesse and James got ready to steer the balloon. *Authors note: This paragraph
about Team Rocket would be a lot longer if we all didn't know how these battles went. I
will skip it.
. . .
That evening, still not having found Itar, (the Tyranitar) and after Misty decided to come
back, they had set up camp. Four sleeping bags were laid out around a campfire, Ash's
backpack was leaned against a fallen tree, and Brock was busily wrestling with some wet,
slimy, and scared animal trying to get it into the stew. Ash stood up and casually strolled
over to the fire. He peered into the pot. Inside, there was some green slimy stuff popping
and boiling. He picked up a spoon and scooped up what was on the bottom of the pot. He
took the spoon back out and investigated its contents. There were two small smooth
stones, some shreds of dead grass, and a pokéball. Inside of it, there was a dead Caterpie.
Ash put it back in, and fished out another spoonful, and another. There was a total of 3
Caterpies, 4 Weedles, and a Mankey. Brock walked out from behind some bushes,
carrying a lump of mud. "Say, Brock," Ash spoke up, "What are we having for dinner
today?" Brock slopped the mud into the pot. "Something that if you don't eat it, you will
go hungry!!" he exclaimed happily, and began to prance about the campsite. At that
instant the girl and Misty showed up, and Brock announced that dinner was 'done'. They
each got a healthy portion. Apparently, the mud had done the trick; it was perfect
Chicken and Dumplings. The dinner conversation consisted of this: "So, whats your
name?" "It's Gooka." Then they went to bed, for a very long day was coming
tomorrow.