A/N: To make up for not updating, I made another chappie, same day! (cheers)

Disclaimer: (drags Lccorp2 AND Dawn out on leashes) SAY HELLO TO TCL'S OFFICIAL DISCLAIMER SECTION!

Lccorp2: (in his were-form) This isn't funny.

Dawn: TCL, what do I get for doing the Disclaimer?

TCL: Well, you get this handy little red Lugia plush, autographed by me!

Dawn: Fine. TCL does not own Pokemon, or any of the original versions of the songs sung by characters in this fic. She does however own this fic and the many bruises and broken bones she will get when Lccorp2 pummels her for using his ideas and dragging him out on leash.

(we see the Elite Four, doing nothing, as usual)

Will: I'm bored.

Koga: Let's sing a song.

Bruno: Or dance a jig.

Karen: Or tape Koga and Brunos' mouths shut.

Lance: I like that last one.

(Will, Karen, and Lance grab some tape and use it on Koga and Bruno)

Will: Hey, this gave me an idea.

Karen: what?

Will: Let's eat something.

Karen: I don't know how that connected to what we just did, but ok.

(they exit)

~SOMEWHERE~

Lance: Hello, my audience! Today me and my two fellow Elites will entertain you!

(audience of authors and Gym Leaders stare)

Lance: ehh... Well, here we are now!

(culturally unknown music plays)

Lance: Oooh take me back home... Where the Dragonites roam...

Karen: (walks out on stage) It's my party and I'll cry if I want to, cry if I want to, cry if I want too... You would cry too if you were in AIADI toooo!

Will: (comes on stage) (to the tune of "They Might be Giants") They might be flamers! They might be flamers! They might be dumb, they might be mean, they might've eaten too much beaaaaans....

(audience sits there, unblinkingly)

Lance: Eee, tough crowd.

Will: (still singing) Mean anonymous reviews on your ficcccc... Mean anonymous reviews everywhere... You might not want to be famed, because you may get flamed, and what are we gonna do unless they are.....

Lance: SHUT UP!

(Audience blinks)

Lance: (Groans) Guys, got any more songs?

Karen: (singing) Oops, I did it again! I ate too much chocolate before bedtime...

Lance: That's lame!

Karen: I don't care, all right!?

Lance: (sighs)

Will: Jingle bells, Grimer smells, Tracey is a freak! We all want to kill him by drowning him in a creek!

(spotlight falls on Karen)

Karen: I feel like singing! Oooh...

Once there was a Caterpie,

Who wanted to be a referee,

He would've been really great

But he evolved into a Metapod, it was too late

Then there was a hurricane,

Metapod was in a world of pain,

He was hurled onto the football field,

Got trampled and needed to be healed!

At the last minute, Metapod burst

From his shell, and as he dispersed

He decided that his health came first

And flew away to quench his thirst!

Will: You never said he was thirsty....

Karen: I needed something that would rhyme, geez!

Will: Well...

One day in Autumn this guy turned teal,

he just had eaten a very bad meal,

He got really sick and hurled and hurled,

till he polluted the entire world!

Karen: That's sick!

Will: Shaddap.

Lance: You're both inferior! Watch and learn from da mastah! I call it, "Ode to Dragon Pokemon!"

Will: Stupid title...

Lance: Lemme finish, will you?

Once there were majestic Dragonites,

Who got into dominant fights,

And by the white of the moon's light

They rumbled and scrambled into the night...

They woke up in time to see Kingdra's great yawn,

as from which great whirlpools dawned,

and all awakened beings were at harmony

With whoever was racing deep under the sea

Lugia rumbled from miles below,

swimming on lookout on the ocean's toe

Goldeens and Magikarps swam near the shore,

Great Dragonairs ruled over many more

Gyarados roars at the morning sky,

as Charizards pass preferring to fly,

Because of all this, many are told

that the spirit of dragons never gets old.

Well, what do you think?

Will: That wasn't a song!

Karen: It was a poem!

Lance: Well I spent 3 hours composing it, so I wouldn't be so insulting I were you.

(Will and Karen stare)

Will: 3 hours writing that?

Karen: Your brain must be slow. Why, TCL's the one typing this fic and writing that stupid poem only took her 10 minutes!

Lance: ...Bakas...

Will: Baka yourself. I'm bored, and this is stupid. (teleports off)

Lance: Yeah. (leaves)

Karen: Oh great. Now I'm left here...

(suddenly Disa, Deffie, and May pop up)

Karen: (flatly) What do you want?

Deffie: We don't want to miss out on all the fun!

Karen: Fun???

Deffie: (sings in a heavenly angel voice) Do the right thing and you shall be rewarded!

Disa: (sings in an evil, scary voice) Steal things from others, you'll be glad you hoarded!

May: (talks in a flat, bored-sounding voice) Do whatever you want, and... I can't think of anything that rhymes with "orded"...

Karen: Is that it????

Deffie: Yes.

(they vanish)

Karen: They are wierd. (wonders off)