Ch. 8 Pallet or Crimson
"Nobody knows the trouble I've seen, nobody knows my sorrow." Brock was singing from inside a cage in Ash's house where Giovanni now reigned. Brock and Misty were older now too and had already received their first Pokemon.
"Oh Brock, go lighten up, will you." Giovanni hit the cage. "Sing something with a little bounce to it."
"Digimon, digital monsters," Brock sang loudly.
"No, anything but that!" Giovanni yelled.
"I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts, here they are standing in a row." Brock began to sing the coconut song. "Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head." As Giovanni went on singing, Brock muttered, "I'd never have to do this for Mr. Ketchum."
"What, did you say?" Giovanni growled and appeared at the cage.
"Oh, uh, nothing." Brock gulped and cowered.
"You know the law. Never, ever, mention that name in my presence. I'm the Pokemon Master!" Giovanni bellowed.
"Yes sir, you are the master. I only mentioned it to tell the difference in your ruling skills." Brock whimpered.
"Hey, boss?" a voice cut in, it was James. Team Rocket came in, they were older too.
"What is it this time?" Giovanni grumbled.
"We want to have a word with you." James pouted.
"I'll handle this." Jessy stepped up. "Boss, there's no food or water."
"It's dinner time, and we got nothing on the menu." James nodded.
"It's the females job to do the shopping and cooking." Giovanni said.
"Yea, but they wont obey." James reminded.
"Fine, eat Brock." Giovanni joked.
"Oh, don't have me, I'm so tough and tasteless." Brock laughed.
"Really, all you need is some spices or something." Giovanni went on.
"I thought things were bad under Mr. Ketchum." James whispered.
"What did you say?" Giovanni yelled.
"I said," James started and Jessy nudged him. "Oh, uh, how do we cook him?"
"Good, just get out." Giovanni pointed.
"Yea, but, we're still hungry." James added as they opened the door.
"Out!" Giovanni yelled.
"Yah!" Meowth whimpered and they ran out.
Meanwhile, back in Crimson City, the trio laid on the grass to stargaze.
"Man, I'm stuffed." Ash grinned and rubbed his full stomach.
"Yea, I ate like a pig." Todd sighed.
"Todd, you did eat a pig." Ash replied.
"Oh right." Todd blushed. The trio let out a happy sigh and looked up. "Hey Tracey, ever wonder what those stars could be?"
"Yea, but I don't wonder, I know." Tracey boasted. "They're almost like bright ashes from the trails of the night sky Zapdos flew on."
"That's what they are, oh man." Todd sighed. "I always thought they were balls of gas energy and fire that gave of bright flashes of light from far away."
"Todd, everything to you deals with a camera in some way." Tracey grinned.
"Ash, what do you think?" Todd asked.
"Well, I dunno." Ash shook his head. "Nah."
"Aw come on, we told you ours, please?" Todd pleaded.
"Yes." Tracey agreed.
"Uh, somebody once told me, the Pokemon Masters of the past are up there to watch over us." Ash stopped, realizing what he was saying and who told him that.
"Really?" Todd asked.
"So, a bunch of dead rulers are watching us?" Tracey asked and he and Todd burst out laughing. Ash began to too, although it was false and forced laughter. "What dum-dum made that up?"
"Yea, yea. Pretty dumb hu.yea." Ash stopped and looked back up. Tracey and Todd eventually stopped. Ash decided he needed a moment to be alone; he got up and walked to the edge of the cliff of the grass.
"What I say?" Tracey looked to Todd. Ash looked at the stars and found a piece of paper on the ground. He made a paper airplane just like his dad taught him, and wrote Ash Airlines on it and with a sigh, threw it as hard and as far as he could. Later that night, it flew into Prof. Oak's window and hit him on the head in his bed. He groaned and woke up; he looked shocked and opened the paper, recognizing the paper airplane style.
"Uh, hm?" Prof. Oak began but took a double take. It said Ash Airlines, Ash always made planes like that. He opened the paper to reveal the Crimson City logo. "What, Ash? He's alive? He's alive!" Prof. Oak cried happily and got up. He got dressed quickly and laughed as he came over to his chair. He picked up the pencil and looked at the clipboard. He laughed again, simply overjoyed, as he wrote down Ash Ketchum back in its proper place. "It's time." He got ready to set course to Crimson City the next day.
"Nobody knows the trouble I've seen, nobody knows my sorrow." Brock was singing from inside a cage in Ash's house where Giovanni now reigned. Brock and Misty were older now too and had already received their first Pokemon.
"Oh Brock, go lighten up, will you." Giovanni hit the cage. "Sing something with a little bounce to it."
"Digimon, digital monsters," Brock sang loudly.
"No, anything but that!" Giovanni yelled.
"I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts, here they are standing in a row." Brock began to sing the coconut song. "Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head." As Giovanni went on singing, Brock muttered, "I'd never have to do this for Mr. Ketchum."
"What, did you say?" Giovanni growled and appeared at the cage.
"Oh, uh, nothing." Brock gulped and cowered.
"You know the law. Never, ever, mention that name in my presence. I'm the Pokemon Master!" Giovanni bellowed.
"Yes sir, you are the master. I only mentioned it to tell the difference in your ruling skills." Brock whimpered.
"Hey, boss?" a voice cut in, it was James. Team Rocket came in, they were older too.
"What is it this time?" Giovanni grumbled.
"We want to have a word with you." James pouted.
"I'll handle this." Jessy stepped up. "Boss, there's no food or water."
"It's dinner time, and we got nothing on the menu." James nodded.
"It's the females job to do the shopping and cooking." Giovanni said.
"Yea, but they wont obey." James reminded.
"Fine, eat Brock." Giovanni joked.
"Oh, don't have me, I'm so tough and tasteless." Brock laughed.
"Really, all you need is some spices or something." Giovanni went on.
"I thought things were bad under Mr. Ketchum." James whispered.
"What did you say?" Giovanni yelled.
"I said," James started and Jessy nudged him. "Oh, uh, how do we cook him?"
"Good, just get out." Giovanni pointed.
"Yea, but, we're still hungry." James added as they opened the door.
"Out!" Giovanni yelled.
"Yah!" Meowth whimpered and they ran out.
Meanwhile, back in Crimson City, the trio laid on the grass to stargaze.
"Man, I'm stuffed." Ash grinned and rubbed his full stomach.
"Yea, I ate like a pig." Todd sighed.
"Todd, you did eat a pig." Ash replied.
"Oh right." Todd blushed. The trio let out a happy sigh and looked up. "Hey Tracey, ever wonder what those stars could be?"
"Yea, but I don't wonder, I know." Tracey boasted. "They're almost like bright ashes from the trails of the night sky Zapdos flew on."
"That's what they are, oh man." Todd sighed. "I always thought they were balls of gas energy and fire that gave of bright flashes of light from far away."
"Todd, everything to you deals with a camera in some way." Tracey grinned.
"Ash, what do you think?" Todd asked.
"Well, I dunno." Ash shook his head. "Nah."
"Aw come on, we told you ours, please?" Todd pleaded.
"Yes." Tracey agreed.
"Uh, somebody once told me, the Pokemon Masters of the past are up there to watch over us." Ash stopped, realizing what he was saying and who told him that.
"Really?" Todd asked.
"So, a bunch of dead rulers are watching us?" Tracey asked and he and Todd burst out laughing. Ash began to too, although it was false and forced laughter. "What dum-dum made that up?"
"Yea, yea. Pretty dumb hu.yea." Ash stopped and looked back up. Tracey and Todd eventually stopped. Ash decided he needed a moment to be alone; he got up and walked to the edge of the cliff of the grass.
"What I say?" Tracey looked to Todd. Ash looked at the stars and found a piece of paper on the ground. He made a paper airplane just like his dad taught him, and wrote Ash Airlines on it and with a sigh, threw it as hard and as far as he could. Later that night, it flew into Prof. Oak's window and hit him on the head in his bed. He groaned and woke up; he looked shocked and opened the paper, recognizing the paper airplane style.
"Uh, hm?" Prof. Oak began but took a double take. It said Ash Airlines, Ash always made planes like that. He opened the paper to reveal the Crimson City logo. "What, Ash? He's alive? He's alive!" Prof. Oak cried happily and got up. He got dressed quickly and laughed as he came over to his chair. He picked up the pencil and looked at the clipboard. He laughed again, simply overjoyed, as he wrote down Ash Ketchum back in its proper place. "It's time." He got ready to set course to Crimson City the next day.