Chapter 18
Bob: Another Tale of Insane Randomnity
AN: Oh, joy, here we have a second pointless chapter. Yes, randomnity is a word, so is randomicity. Just ask gideonguy. Anyway, it's time for me to take out some of my anger. Note: Takes place before the switching of the bodies.
"Yoink!"
I grabbed the glass containing the most liquid and drank it immediately.
"Uh, Bob? You just drank my PokeFizz," said Stephanie.
I had to say something. "Purple!"
"Goo?" asked Philip.
"Yoink!" I took the napkin holder.
"Guys, I think this klepto thing is getting outta hand," said Jim.
It was true. I had gotten progressively worse in the past two days. I could no longer control the sudden outbursts and had stolen several peoples' wallets. Jim had to apologize and return the money, though.
"Bob, maybe you should see a shrink," said Courtney.
"Monkeys!"
"Goo?" asked Philip.
BOOM.
"What was that?"
Kerry hid in a corner. "Oh, no, another ant!"
BOOM.
"I don't think so," said Natalie.
"She's right. Giant ants aren't as common as to pop up twice in the span of one month," said Carol.
"So, what is it?" asked Isaac.
BOOM.
"Big," was the reply from Goliath.
"Maybe the Powerpuff Girls will save us again!" said Philip hopefully.
"No, I don't think you'll get to recite your monologue again," said Jim.
We ran outside the Trainer to be met with...
"Oh, yeah!"
It was a giant Kool-Aid juice pouch!
"GAH!" yelled Courtney.
"GOO!" yelled Philip.
"AAAAAH!!!" I yelled. "LOOK! THE STORE IS CLOSED! I CAN'T STEAL ANY MORE CANDY!"
They all stared at me. Goliath blinked.
"Oh, yeah!" said the pouch again.
A line of black jumpsuits ran out from an alley. I recognized a few of them as classmates: Ryan, Ross, Paul, Corey, Chloe. The others were unfamiliar.
The giant drink box stepped forward (how he did it with no legs is beyond me) and smashed a car. It took another step and smashed one of the Rockets.
"Eeek!" screamed another familiar Rocket. I didn't even remember her name, so I'll just call her "Her". She started screaming at the liquid like it would understand and stop its rampage. "I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU MORE THAN ANYBODY I'VE EVER HATED BEFORE! I JUST BROKE MY RECORD OF BEING MAD AT SOMEBODY! I..."
Make it stop, I thought. I've always disliked that girl, so maybe she'll.
Splat.
And she was gone. Thank goodness, I was getting a headache.
"Oh, yeah!" roared the Vitamin C-containing fruitiness.
"Maybe we should stop it..." said Natalie, always the good-natured one.
Man, she was hot, too.
"Nah, let's see if it'll smash more of Team Rocket," said Philip.
She gave him her "look", and he changed his mind immediately. "No, you're right. Let's go stop it." He sighed. She kissed him. He grinned.
"But how?" asked Carol.
"If it's exactly like a regular Kool-Aid pouch..." said Jim thoughtfully. "Come on!"
He led us around a building, out of sight from the eternally-"oh yeah"-ing juice, and behind it.
"There."
You could see the juice through the clear back of the pouch. "Everybody, pick a Pokemon that can poke or cut!" he said.
He chose his Crobat, Pinky. Others picked different 'Mon. I yoinked a Pokeball from Jim's belt and threw it. Out came...
"Snowpea!"
Everybody stared at me. Natalie blinked.
I grinned stupidly.
"Uh... what's that?" I pointed behind them all. While their backs were turned, I took off running in the opposite direction.
I hid behind a trash can and realized I was still holding Snowpea's ball. Hmmm...
I recalled it and watched the rest of the fight.
All the different Pokemon buried teeth, beaks, and claws into the plastic backing of the drink.
Blue liquid flowed from the holes. I ran to one and began drinking all I could.
"Hahahahahahahaha!"
The pouch crumpled as it deflated, falling forward and smashing the rest of the Rockets.
* * *
The next Monday, all the Rockets had strangely returned.
All but one.
The uh... never mind... The one that had yelled at the pouch didn't come back.
Weird.
Even if she had, I might've taken a large truck and run her over.
AN: Wow, that was fun. But, my anger against "her" isn't subsiding... She must die!
AN: Oh, joy, here we have a second pointless chapter. Yes, randomnity is a word, so is randomicity. Just ask gideonguy. Anyway, it's time for me to take out some of my anger. Note: Takes place before the switching of the bodies.
"Yoink!"
I grabbed the glass containing the most liquid and drank it immediately.
"Uh, Bob? You just drank my PokeFizz," said Stephanie.
I had to say something. "Purple!"
"Goo?" asked Philip.
"Yoink!" I took the napkin holder.
"Guys, I think this klepto thing is getting outta hand," said Jim.
It was true. I had gotten progressively worse in the past two days. I could no longer control the sudden outbursts and had stolen several peoples' wallets. Jim had to apologize and return the money, though.
"Bob, maybe you should see a shrink," said Courtney.
"Monkeys!"
"Goo?" asked Philip.
BOOM.
"What was that?"
Kerry hid in a corner. "Oh, no, another ant!"
BOOM.
"I don't think so," said Natalie.
"She's right. Giant ants aren't as common as to pop up twice in the span of one month," said Carol.
"So, what is it?" asked Isaac.
BOOM.
"Big," was the reply from Goliath.
"Maybe the Powerpuff Girls will save us again!" said Philip hopefully.
"No, I don't think you'll get to recite your monologue again," said Jim.
We ran outside the Trainer to be met with...
"Oh, yeah!"
It was a giant Kool-Aid juice pouch!
"GAH!" yelled Courtney.
"GOO!" yelled Philip.
"AAAAAH!!!" I yelled. "LOOK! THE STORE IS CLOSED! I CAN'T STEAL ANY MORE CANDY!"
They all stared at me. Goliath blinked.
"Oh, yeah!" said the pouch again.
A line of black jumpsuits ran out from an alley. I recognized a few of them as classmates: Ryan, Ross, Paul, Corey, Chloe. The others were unfamiliar.
The giant drink box stepped forward (how he did it with no legs is beyond me) and smashed a car. It took another step and smashed one of the Rockets.
"Eeek!" screamed another familiar Rocket. I didn't even remember her name, so I'll just call her "Her". She started screaming at the liquid like it would understand and stop its rampage. "I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU MORE THAN ANYBODY I'VE EVER HATED BEFORE! I JUST BROKE MY RECORD OF BEING MAD AT SOMEBODY! I..."
Make it stop, I thought. I've always disliked that girl, so maybe she'll.
Splat.
And she was gone. Thank goodness, I was getting a headache.
"Oh, yeah!" roared the Vitamin C-containing fruitiness.
"Maybe we should stop it..." said Natalie, always the good-natured one.
Man, she was hot, too.
"Nah, let's see if it'll smash more of Team Rocket," said Philip.
She gave him her "look", and he changed his mind immediately. "No, you're right. Let's go stop it." He sighed. She kissed him. He grinned.
"But how?" asked Carol.
"If it's exactly like a regular Kool-Aid pouch..." said Jim thoughtfully. "Come on!"
He led us around a building, out of sight from the eternally-"oh yeah"-ing juice, and behind it.
"There."
You could see the juice through the clear back of the pouch. "Everybody, pick a Pokemon that can poke or cut!" he said.
He chose his Crobat, Pinky. Others picked different 'Mon. I yoinked a Pokeball from Jim's belt and threw it. Out came...
"Snowpea!"
Everybody stared at me. Natalie blinked.
I grinned stupidly.
"Uh... what's that?" I pointed behind them all. While their backs were turned, I took off running in the opposite direction.
I hid behind a trash can and realized I was still holding Snowpea's ball. Hmmm...
I recalled it and watched the rest of the fight.
All the different Pokemon buried teeth, beaks, and claws into the plastic backing of the drink.
Blue liquid flowed from the holes. I ran to one and began drinking all I could.
"Hahahahahahahaha!"
The pouch crumpled as it deflated, falling forward and smashing the rest of the Rockets.
* * *
The next Monday, all the Rockets had strangely returned.
All but one.
The uh... never mind... The one that had yelled at the pouch didn't come back.
Weird.
Even if she had, I might've taken a large truck and run her over.
AN: Wow, that was fun. But, my anger against "her" isn't subsiding... She must die!