(Disclaimer: LEAVE ME ALONE I DON'T OWN POKEMON AND I DON'T WANT TO. Geez. People latching onto my back asking that dreaded question. I'm glad you like chapter one and found it funny so here is chapter two. I am only going to post up a few chapters to this then it'll be done. I am not very comical. Check out my other fictions when you're done with this!)

Pokemon Gone Wrong! Episode Two!

"I'm so pretty and yet so witty! So pretty witty anndd" Ash was singing the famous words that everyone had known by now. Singing them for couple of minutes and not knowing the rest of the lyrics, Misty was getting annoyed. There was a slight twitch to her every time she moved and her face turned to a new tint of red that no one has ever seen before.

"And dumb!" misty finished off with a stomp of her foot. Ash stopped going one foot to the other like he was an enraged alcoholic and looked at Misty with an intense look like he had something serious to say.

"No Misty, it is not dumb. It is fun."

"Oh, I thought I was describing you. If you did not notice we're in a court room being sued and all you can do is sing a little song that you got obsessed with when you saw Anger Management." Ash and Misty appeared to be in a courtroom. This courtroom, was somehow, in the middle of no where since Ash and company never seem to reach a city for at least twenty episodes and when they do all Ash does is battle the Gym Leader (most likely in a two part episode.) then leave to get lost some more.

The room they were in was box shaped like someone had a bad day while designing the courthouse. The walls were painted a plain white, with lamps and pictures hanging on the wall like they were some "sophisticated" folks. Some of the paintings though, were of water Pokemon. When Misty made eye contact with those particular paintings, she would run like a cheetah over to them and began to drool over how "cute" they were and almost lick the painting, hence why the courtroom is redecorating next Friday. The floor was a light brown wooden finish that had such a shine to them, Ash starred into it for several minutes looking at his own reflection and saying "hey there sexy stud." This of course scared several other people in the courthouse, and gave Ash at least ten feet of room to walk around. Most of the furniture was made out of a dark brown mahogany wood, and fortunately enough none of this furniture was abused. Except for one screenwriter, who says that Misty and Ash should make out on the front desk while everyone, watches them like an art piece and clap at the end. That is only an idea, that man shall be fired.

"Now Ash do not say anything stupid." Misty instructed to Ash before they entered the court room where they would be charged for "assault" and "attempted murder" No one though, knew of Brock's whereabouts, reason being why they are not being charged for murder. If only Brock was loved as a child.

"I want my Starmon!!!"

"I really think when I hit you with that mallet it took out your remaining brain cells."

"You hit me? Oh my god, you're supposed to love me!" Hugging himself, by wrapping around his frame with his long lanky arms, Ash began to bawl for a split second then realized that it was not written in the script, yet, for Ash and Misty to reveal their un denying love for each other. Yet again, this entire fiction wasn't in the script either.

Misty threw open (not literally) the twin (not literally) French doors open to emerge into the courtroom. It was designed like the rest of the building; a jury sat in the jurers box and the judge in her seat. People, who travel to middle of nowhere, were in the audience. Jessie and James sat in their plaintiff seats, and once making eye contact with Ash and Misty petrified (not literally) looks appeared on their faces.

"That is such a fake look. I wonder how much they paid for actors to teach them that." Misty mumbled under her breath as she sat in the defendant seat. Oh look, they had no lawyer. Neither did Jessie and James, where the heck did that screenwriter go. he was suppose to write one in.

"Do you know what you're being charged for?" The judge said as she watched the two newly entered children sit in their seats.

"Look Misty! There's a real judge and everything, isn't so cute?" Ash suddenly bursted out everyone in the room looked towards them with a quizzical, and yet frightened look, pasted on their faces.

"Jessie why don't you tell us the side of your story first." The judge said under her breath making it barely audible. Jessie rose up and sat in the seat next to the judge, where the "witnesses" go.

"Well." Tears immediately began to soar out of her cascade blue eyes like they have been ready to escape for some time now. "Misty and Ash pick on us! All we want is his little Pikachu so we can open up an ice cream store."

"You want to have an ice cream store? Can I have cookie dough!?" Ash said cutting in. The judge immediately hushed the deficient child.

"And not to have to pay for the electric bill. And all the time we try to steal the little powerhouse but Ash and Misty beat us! They grab their hammers, and just start hitting us and it hurts you know! And then we spend money on making these little devices to surprise them with and all they do is destroy it. They took my money too! They mugged me in Goldenrod! THEY'RE CRIMIALS I TELL YOU, COLD HEARTED CRIMINALS!" Jessie was at the point of collapsing in her seat. She pressed her face against the counter top of her little box and the wood seemed to have changed a color due to all the moisture it had to absorb. "They use and abuse!"

"Can you get off the wood, you're staining it." the judge asked a few minutes later of Jessie mumbling all the tragic events in her life, involving Ash, Misty, Brock, and Pikachu while still crying out a river like she was in the Justin Timerblake (No offense ot his fans.) song. She definitely cried her a river, except all it would do in this scenario is flood the room.

Jessie suddenly rose from her seat with a death glare in her eyes, "HE'S EEVVIILL." This made the entire room freeze and back away from Ash, meaning the people sitting behind him moved to the back row, "He scares me in my dreams and he attacks me during the night. All he does is make me blast off again like he is setting a good example to the children by saying 'beat up the bullies' yet we are not the bullies and he is! And he does not even care what happens to us when we blast off and he could ask nicely why we took his Pikachu than to demand it back! He does not even pay for the medical bills for when we get hurt!" Jessie ran back to where James was sitting and began to cry on his shoulder. Seconds later, the outfit that James was wearing was completely drenched like he was the rainman.

"Seeing as this is really hard for Jessie we'll take a break so she can fill up the resevoir with water." The judge said, raising a brow of how someone could cry for such a long period of time.

"I know we can get Pikachu to testify." Ash whispered in Misty's ear.

"If only we could understand Pokemon, Ash. You know if it was not a trouble us huans had for the last few decades." Misty whispered back.

(Authors Note: I really have no idea what I'm writing or where I am heading I had to use spell check so many times since I cannot even seme to type while writing this/. I hope you liked it and found it somewhat funny, even though I don't think it was that funny and I appreciate a review. So PLEASE REVIEW with what you think and I'll read your fictions if you want me too. Just tell me if I should continue and what you think of it so far.