(today, the Elite Four are… um… somewhere.)

Person in audience: how lazy.

(Okay fine!)

~Scene: …..uh… somewhere~

Person in audience: how original.

(Shaddap!)

Person in audience: Haha! You can't do anything to me because you're just the narrator person and I'm a real character so NYEER! (sticks out tongue)

TCL: (flies up) OKAY, I'm in a REAL form. Ya happy now?

Person in audience: …

TCL: (thwaps him with her wing) Stop interrupting the fic!

Person in audience: X_X

TCL: Ok…

~Scene:………ummmmm… Some weight-lifting place thingie. Wheeee~

Bruno: URGH! (lifts weight) RA! (pulls weight to his chest) URGH! (lifts weight) RA! (pulls weight to his chest again)

(blah, blah, blah… there, you know where Bruno is)

Person in audience: (wakes up) Who cares about Bruno???

TCL: ARRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHH!!!! (grabs a giant eraser and "deletes" the person in audience)

Person in audience: AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH…

TCL: Serves you right.

(Scene: ….err… a cruise ship heading towards Olivine City! Wow! A real location! I'm using me tiny brain! *grins*)

Koga: (dressed in beach outfit with palm trees on it) Aaaaahh. This is the life. (pulls out a magazine labeled "World-Famous Ninjas: the real story") Yessiree, what a fine day.

Janine: (lying down on a beach chair next to Koga) Daddddyyy… Why did you bring me heeerreee….

Koga: Why? Do you have something to do?

Janine: Yes! I have to go meet up with Bu- uhhh… I mean… no.

Koga: o_0

(Scene: Ummm… ehhh… a fancy restaurant)

Karen: (Reads menu) I know what I'm getting. What about you?

Clair: I'll try the Supreme Chicken Special. (rubs hands together evilly)

Karen: o_0

Sabrina: I think I'll get… (closes eyes and does psychic thingie) no, never mind, 3/4 of all consumers said it was awful. In that case… (closes eyes and concentrates)

Karen: I wish I could do that… (pouts and remembers chapter 16)

Sabrina: Do what? ….Never mind.

Karen: So, Sabrina… How on Earth did you turn Mewtwo into a…doll…? O_O

Sabrina: I have my ways… (grins very evilly)

Karen: (scoots chair away from Sabrina nervously)

(scene: The Safari Zone. Wow! No ummms or errrs at the beginning! Go me!)

Will: A Rhyhorn. Cool-ness. (looks through binoculars) is that a… pink… Scyther!?!?

The Pink Scyther: Don't even think about catching me!!!!

Will: And it talks, too! What luck!

The Pink Scyther: (draws blades menacingly) Don't think of it! I'm an author!

Will: An…author…?

PinkScyther: YES! Now, step away from the PinkScyther…

Will: (walks backwards nervously)

(Wow! I did them all! Oh yeah!)

Person in audience: (reappears) What about Lance?

TCL: Grrr… How did you get here???

Person in audience: I have my ways.

TCL: O_O anyways… This chapter is supposed to be _DEDICATED_ to Lance. Or Lance lovers, to be more precise, because I don't like the dragon guy that much myself…

Person in audience: Why not?

TCL: I explained that in a previous chapter somewhere, perhaps… ermmm… no, I'm too lazy to go find which chapter it was.

Person in audience: (leans back in his chair) hurry up.

TCL: I WOULD, if you would just shut up!

Person in audience: Fine with me.

TCL: GOOD! (takes out duck tape and tapes person in audience's mouth shut)

(scene: Celadon City)

Lance: (takes out a few coins) This oughta be good… (pops the coin into the slot)

(Yep, you guessed it, Lance is at the… SLOT MACHINES!!!)

Lance: Quit the comments, will ya?

(This is SUPPOSED to be FUNNY.)

Lance: You're not doing a very good job…

(That was not a good idea…)

Lance: ….uh….

(anyway, Lance begins using the machine, but he is having terrible luck…)

Lance: I have never had such bad luck in my LIFE! UGH!

(I told you insulting me was not a good idea! Muahahahahahaha!)

Lance: (glares)

(anyway, Lance pokes his last coin in the slot. The three pictures that pop up are all the same, and all shaped like red Lugias)

Machine: (automatic voice) Congratulations, lucky guest! You have just won a year's supply of cookies! (thousands of cookies pour out of the slot)

Lance: …Darn. I thought it would give me a shiny Lugia…

Machine: (voice still sounds automatic) Man, do you think we'd actually be able to FIND a shiny Lugia????

Lance: I see one every day of my career here at AIADI.

Machine: Well if you don't want the cookies… You can trade them in for coins at the mysterious lair of The Crimson Lugia.

Lance: That'll be the day…

(Lance gathers up all the cookies and wonders off in search of my lair)

Lance: Let's see… If I were a cookie-obsessed, crimson, insane Lugia, where would I go… Perhaps… Cookie Mountain? Yeah, I'll try there.

(Lance heads to Cookie Mountain. Along the way he sees a sign pointing the opposite direction, saying "This way to the lair of TCL")

Lance: Well… I guess I'll go THAT way. (goes off in that direction)

(When Lance reaches the lair of TCL, he opens the door. Inside are heaps of a certain snack…)

Lance: But these aren't cookies… They're… They're… LEMON DROPS!!!

(Yes, Lance was surrounded by lemon drops. He stared at all of them, then noticed someone eating them)

Mysterious Person: Lance, why are you here?

Lance: Uh… TCL???? WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO YOU???

Mysterious Person: Huh? TCL? The Crimson Lugia doesn't live anywhere near here.

Lance: But… There was a sign that said "This way to the lair of TCL" and it leads here!

Mysterious Person: (looks confused, then whacks herself upside the head) D'oh! That sign USED to say "This way to the lair of TCLDOW" but I guess the D, O, and W were rubbed off.

Lance: Then… who ARE you?

Mysterious Person: The Crazy Lemon-Drop Obsessed Witch, also known as Hanni B.

Lance: Do you know where TCL is?

Hanni B: Hmmm… Go West of the Morty Collectable store, follow Darkness Road, and navigate through the Volcano of Pyromaniacs.

Lance: Where's the Morty Collectable store?

Hanni: That way. (points. A yellow road appears) Follow the yellow brick road. It will guide you. (vanishes)

Lance: …uhh… (he begins to follow the YBR.)

(Within an hour, Lance has reached the Morty Collectable store. He opens the door to find a familiar clerk…)

Corrector9Yui: Hey, Lance!

Lance: OH! YUI! FINALLY SOMEONE WHO _LIKES_ ME! (cries)

C9Y: Everyone likes you Lance… with the possible exception of TCL.

Lance: Why doesn't she like me???

C9Y: (shrugs) I dunno. Would you like to buy a Morty pocketwatch?

Lance: No! I'm not here for the Morty things! Can you tell me where Darkness Road is?

C9Y: Oh, it's just North of here.

Lance: Thanks… Which way is North?

C9Y: (points)

(and so, Lance was off on his never-ending quest once again!)

Lance: Hopefully it's not never-ending… (takes another step. Suddenly darkness tides over the entire sky)

Lance: Eeeeee! What is this??? (sees a sign titled "Darkness Road") Oh geez. Karen might like this… But I sure don't! (sees an Umbreon bounding over to him) …eh?

The Umbreon: Do you desire to cross darkness road?

Lance: uh, yeah.

The Umbreon: Ok. Follow me… (walks in front of Lance)

Lance: So, do you live here?

The Umbreon: not really. TCL just made me be here, you know, for the fic.

Lance: Oh, ok.

The Umbreon: Oh, and stay behind me at ALL times, or… (makes a sudden swiping motion with his claw)

Lance: (shudders) What's your name? Just curious.

The Umbreon: I am a were-umbreon author by the name of Lccorp2.

Lance: Oh, you? You were in past chapters, oh yeah…

Lccorp2: (nods) We'll get to the Volcano of Pyromaniacs soon…

(in about thirty minutes, the tides of darkness end and the bright sun comes ot again)

Lance: Oh, it's hot out here… (wipes a waterfall of sweat of his forehead)

Lccorp2: This volcano only has one inhabitant, and he's the only one who can stand the heat. Well, I'd better be off before I melt. (bounds off)

Lance: Oh great… I'm alone in a regular oven. I'm not even to the volcano yet! (walks closer to the great mountain of lava…)

(Twenty minutes later, Lance comes to a Vulpix on the top of the mountain, eating lots and lots of cheese nips)

Lance: yipes! Who are you? Wait… you're PyroVulpix, aren't ya?

PyroVulpix: (says nothing, nods)

Lance: Ok. How much longer until I get to TCL's lair?

PyroVulpix: an hour if you're quick.

Lance: …Oh, dang. I'm exhausted…

PyroVulpix: Well, dude. Tell ya what, if you're that tired, why don't you come into my burrow and have a shower?

Lance: Thanks. Wait…

PyroVulpix: BTW, we don't have any water up here, so I hope you don't mind bathing in lava…

Lance: ….AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!! (runs far, far, far away from PyroVulpix and the volcano, setting record time) Wow! I'm at TCL's lair! That only took me (checks watch) fourty-five seconds since I talked to PV! (walks inside)

(inside TCL's lair is a dark, gloomy place. There are cobwebs everywhere, and occasional fic characters wondering about)

Lance: Woah… This is creepy… (climbs the stairway)

(upstairs is just the same, but as Lance walks into a room…)

Lance: (is blinded by insane light) Woah… (looks around the room. TCL is sitting at the computer, typing)

TCL: Hi, Lance. Come in.

Lance: Thanks. (takes a seat on the couch)

TCL: (turns around to reveal a depressed face) I'm out of cookies. There are none left in any store in town. I'm gonna die. Wait a sec… (sniffs the air) I… smell…

Lance: (takes out the cookies from the slot machine) Do you, by any chance, have any slot machine coins?

TCL: (stares at cookies) AHHHHHH!!! PLENTY! (throws billions of slot machine coins at Lance) TAKE 'EM ALL! NOW GIMME THE COOKIES PLEAAAASSSSSEEE!!!

Lance: (throws the cookies at TCL) they're all yours. Say, can you teleport me back to the slot machines?

TCL: Sure thing! (Lance teleports off)

Lance: (appears) Yay! Lookit all my coins! (looks around) Say, these are the slot machines in… GOLDENROD city! I wanted CELADON city! Grrrrrrr…..

(screen blacks out)

A/N: …No comment. This chapter was one of the most fun to write out of the whole fic, although I'm not sure why… Well, nothing else to say, but REVIEW! …Ahem… Please. ^_^