Mr. Fishee sprung out of the pokeball. "Yah!"
"Mr. Fishee! Ball-of-Twine Attack!" Ash shouted, punching a fist into the air.
"Yah! Mr.Fisheemon!"
The enemy pokemon was force-fed poisoned pony milk and died. "Good job, Mr.Fisheemon! Now get back into this stupidly cramped pokeball!"
Mr. Fishee awoke with a start, plastic beads dripping off his forehead. He turned to Crudler, asleep in the sleeping bag beside him.
"Crudler! Awaken! We must hurry ourselves to meet Ash and therefore kill him!"
"Ok!" exclaimed Crudler, jumping up and throwing up his hands. "I'm ready!"
Mr. Fishee coughed nervously. "Erm, Crudler... you may want to put on some pants."
"Good idea, Mr. Fishee!" Crudler agreed heartedly, velcroeing on his pants (He doesn't know how to tie his pants just yet. He's quite young).
Mr. Fishee placed Crudler on his back. "Moo," and flew off into the darkness.
They landed a few feet farther ahead, at Ash's feet. "Huh?"
"Ash Ketchup!" exclaimed Mr. Fishee.
"Ketchum," corrected Ash, embarrassed.
"Ash Ketchum! We meet again!"
"So we do. Mr. Fisheemon. I remember you."
"I remember you too. And I have bee wanting to say this to you for several years now. 'Hello. I am Mr. Fishee. You killed may father. Prepare to die'."
"Brave sentiments," scoffed Ash. "You've been following me all these years? Well, I shall show you what a waste those years were!"
Ash threw off his cap, lowered his head, and charged at a stunned Mr. Fishee. Before Mr. Fishee could shout 'There's no such thing as Quidditch!' he was impaled on the ends of Ash's spikey hair.
"FATHER!!!" cried Crudler, rushing to him. "Don't leave me!"
"Ah hah," Ash smiled. "A rare Crudler Reinbach McHargon-Jargon XIVmon! I shall get you yet!"
Crudler squeaked in surprise. "I'm a pokemon too?"
"Crudler, you are as pokemony as a pokemon could poke while playing pokeino and poker while being poked in the eye. You see, everyone in this world is a pokemon... except for us pokemon trainers," Ash raised his head and stuck out his chest like a super-hero
"Mr. Fishee! Ball-of-Twine Attack!" Ash shouted, punching a fist into the air.
"Yah! Mr.Fisheemon!"
The enemy pokemon was force-fed poisoned pony milk and died. "Good job, Mr.Fisheemon! Now get back into this stupidly cramped pokeball!"
Mr. Fishee awoke with a start, plastic beads dripping off his forehead. He turned to Crudler, asleep in the sleeping bag beside him.
"Crudler! Awaken! We must hurry ourselves to meet Ash and therefore kill him!"
"Ok!" exclaimed Crudler, jumping up and throwing up his hands. "I'm ready!"
Mr. Fishee coughed nervously. "Erm, Crudler... you may want to put on some pants."
"Good idea, Mr. Fishee!" Crudler agreed heartedly, velcroeing on his pants (He doesn't know how to tie his pants just yet. He's quite young).
Mr. Fishee placed Crudler on his back. "Moo," and flew off into the darkness.
They landed a few feet farther ahead, at Ash's feet. "Huh?"
"Ash Ketchup!" exclaimed Mr. Fishee.
"Ketchum," corrected Ash, embarrassed.
"Ash Ketchum! We meet again!"
"So we do. Mr. Fisheemon. I remember you."
"I remember you too. And I have bee wanting to say this to you for several years now. 'Hello. I am Mr. Fishee. You killed may father. Prepare to die'."
"Brave sentiments," scoffed Ash. "You've been following me all these years? Well, I shall show you what a waste those years were!"
Ash threw off his cap, lowered his head, and charged at a stunned Mr. Fishee. Before Mr. Fishee could shout 'There's no such thing as Quidditch!' he was impaled on the ends of Ash's spikey hair.
"FATHER!!!" cried Crudler, rushing to him. "Don't leave me!"
"Ah hah," Ash smiled. "A rare Crudler Reinbach McHargon-Jargon XIVmon! I shall get you yet!"
Crudler squeaked in surprise. "I'm a pokemon too?"
"Crudler, you are as pokemony as a pokemon could poke while playing pokeino and poker while being poked in the eye. You see, everyone in this world is a pokemon... except for us pokemon trainers," Ash raised his head and stuck out his chest like a super-hero