Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon or Sailormoon.
A/N: This story was wrote during Christmas of 2001 so it might be a little
bit rusty but still just a funny.
This is my first humor story so bear with me. I know that it's the middle
of July but I figured that I had better put this on the site before i
forgot or lost the original hand-written copy.
The Christmas Party.
Narrator(Author)
As our story begins, Ash, Misty, Brock, Profesor Oak, Tracey, and (Gasp!) Gary are spending Christmas at Ash's house.
Chapter 1 Who Else Is Coming?!
Ash was admiring the newly cooked turkey resting on the large table in the kitchen. and he was pestering his mother to let him have a sample of the already cooked food.
"No Ash, we all eat together and we can't eat together until the guests arrive." Delia said sternly as she fastned an apron accross her thin waist.
"Aw, but mom, I'm hungry," Ash whined. "And you never said anything about other guests."
"Funny, you were in the room when I made that announcement." She said to her son.
"I was?" Ash, the emptyheaded boy, asked curiously.
"Yes, you were. Now, can you get out of the kitchen so I can cook?" Delia asked as she lifted a pie crust out of the freezer.
Ash, very afraid of the wrath of his mother, left the kitchen and went to the gigantic living room to see what everyone else was doing. Brock was blanketing the celing with mistetoe, Misty was helping Tracey put the finishing touches on the Christmas tree, and Proffesor Oak and Gary were upstairs wrapping presents.
"Uh, Brock. Why are you putting that much mistletoe on the celing?" Ash asked.
"Simple, the guests might be girls." Brock answered.
DING DONG
"There here!!" Everyone shouted.
The Christmas Party.
Narrator(Author)
As our story begins, Ash, Misty, Brock, Profesor Oak, Tracey, and (Gasp!) Gary are spending Christmas at Ash's house.
Chapter 1 Who Else Is Coming?!
Ash was admiring the newly cooked turkey resting on the large table in the kitchen. and he was pestering his mother to let him have a sample of the already cooked food.
"No Ash, we all eat together and we can't eat together until the guests arrive." Delia said sternly as she fastned an apron accross her thin waist.
"Aw, but mom, I'm hungry," Ash whined. "And you never said anything about other guests."
"Funny, you were in the room when I made that announcement." She said to her son.
"I was?" Ash, the emptyheaded boy, asked curiously.
"Yes, you were. Now, can you get out of the kitchen so I can cook?" Delia asked as she lifted a pie crust out of the freezer.
Ash, very afraid of the wrath of his mother, left the kitchen and went to the gigantic living room to see what everyone else was doing. Brock was blanketing the celing with mistetoe, Misty was helping Tracey put the finishing touches on the Christmas tree, and Proffesor Oak and Gary were upstairs wrapping presents.
"Uh, Brock. Why are you putting that much mistletoe on the celing?" Ash asked.
"Simple, the guests might be girls." Brock answered.
DING DONG
"There here!!" Everyone shouted.
