DISCLAIMAH TIME!
TCL: Hellllooo! It's summertime and I have nothing to do. I decided to pass the time by writing more AIADI, even though it's kind of a forgotten fic that no one reads anymore. Today's special disclaimer guest is… LARS RODRIGUEZ!
Lars: (gets dragged out of thin air) What the…?!
Narrator: Lars is a very special guest because he has (unintentionally) ended TCL's Falco obsession once and for all!
Lars: (sarcastically) Lucky me.
TCL: I know you don't know why you're here, so all you have to do is read out loud from this handy dandy nifty script that I conveniently pulled out of nowhere. (hands him a copy of THE SCRIPT)
Lars: Gotcha. (reading aloud) The crimson dork does not own anything, anything at all, except for the contents of this fic and her few miserable possessions mostly including electronic gaming platforms. She also does not own me, fortunately for myself.
TCL: (to audience) But someday I WILL buy him.
Lars: (searches himself for a price tag) …?!?!?! 0_o
~*~*~
(It's a beautiful summer, as always. The Elite Four carry out their yearly tradition of a beach volleyball tournament between themselves and the authors. Today, we have Will and Koga on one team, while TCL [The Crimson Lugia] and Yui (Corrector9Yui) serve on the other)
Lance: (sitting up high on a lifeguard-style chair) Come on, Koga, spike it! …Way to go! Oh, here comes payback from Yui! OOOH that's gotta hurt! Oh, and here comes Will to save the day! Can he make it? ….Nooo he misses! One point for the authors! Uh-huh, go Yui!
Will: (brushes himself off) Are you permanently biased against me or something?
Lance: You could say that. Now, it's the author's serve! Go get 'em!
TCL: (tosses ball into the air and bumps it with her head, since her huge flipper/wings are near useless at hitting the ball)
Lance: (keeping up his annoying commentary) BOOYEAH! Can Koga spike it, or can he SPIKE IT!?!? He is GOOD! Ya! Have you ever seen a more amazing-
Will: (snatches the ball out of midair) OK Lance, they won. Happy now?
Yui: (she did practically everything) YEAH! We won!
TCL: (yawning) We did? …Oh. (immediately starts to snore)
Yui: Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Go uss! Go usss! Go-
TCL: (out cold, drooling in her sleep)
Yui: (blinks, then shrugs) Go meee! Go mee!
Lance: YESSS! Way to go! (in sing-songy voice) Will stinks at volleyball! Will stinks at volleyball! Will-
Will: (yells in anguish) I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMOOORREEE! (chucks the volleyball at Lance's head)
THWACK!
Koga: WHOOOT! Bulls-eye! Nice one, Will!
Lance: (unconscious on the beach, face-down) Ugghhh…
Koga: …Uh, Lance?
Will: (walks over) Uh, you ok?
Lance: x_X
Yui: Lemme take care of this. (takes out a foghorn and blows)
Lance: (still unconscious) X_X
TCL: (springs awake) AAAAAAAAAAIIIIYEEEEEEEE!!! IT WASN'T MEEEE!!!
Yui: Well, at least it had some purpose…
TCL: (hyperventilating) ADRENALINE RUSH!!!!!!!! (faints)
Lance: x__X
Koga: So much for that.
Yui: Pooor Lannce… Poor, poor Lance… =/
Koga: (gets idea) Hey, let me take over! I'm an expert in medical science!
Yui: (eyes widen) Poor, poor, poor, poor, poor Lance.
Will: (nods in agreement) He's doomed.
Koga: (takes out first aid kit) Let's see… He needs a Band-Aid and a dose of pencils.
Will: Whatever….Wait… Pencils?!!?
Koga: Pen-something.
Yui: Penicillin?
Koga: (blank, empty look, then nods) Oh yeah! That was it! Penicil… err… penaciller… no… Peni…
Lance: (starts to moan) Ugggh…
Yui: Lance?
Lance: (looks up) Oh, hello.
Will: you aren't mad? Whew.
Lance: Who are you?
Will: Why, I'm- Say, wait a minute…
Lance: Hello, saywaitaminute! Do you know what my name is?
Koga: It's Lan-
Will: (evil grin) Poopyhead!
Lance: So I'm Itlsanpoopyhead?
Will: (nods vigorously)
Lance: Thanks, dude!
Will: …dude?
Koga: Dude!
Will: Dude?
Koga: DYOOOODDEEE!!!
Will: (kind of disturbed) I'm so outta here. (walks off)
Koga: Oh, poor lancey… forgot his name, everything!
Lance: (stupidly) Who's Lancey?
~*~*~
Koga: HEY, KAREN!
Karen: HEY, KOGA!
Both: HEYLO!
Lance: (to Karen) Wow… you're pretty…
Karen: (stares)
Lance: Oh, sorry! I'm Itslanpoopyhead!
Karen: (continues to stare) …?
Koga: It'd be better not to ask, Karen.
Karen: Don't worry. I wasn't even considering it.
(Koga and Yui lead Lance away)
Koga: We've got to find some way to restore Lance to his memories! He's got anemone!
Yui: …Anemone?!
Koga: (nods) Exactly! That's when someone loses their memories through some unfortunate injury to the head!
Yui: Aren't you thinking of amnesia?
Koga: (empty, blank look) ……..OH! RIGHT! I knew that.
Yui: Well, we could try reenacting the scene.
Koga: …What?
Yui: Just give me something heavy.
Koga: (shrugs, then hands Yui a 10-ton army tank he pulled out of his pocket as if by magic)
Yui: Too heavy.
Koga: (scoffs, then stuffs it back in his pocket. He then pulls out a bunny rabbit)
Yui: Too fluffy.
Koga: (pouts, then pulls out a volleyball)
Yui: Perfect! Now, you hold him still while I take aim!
Koga: (alarmed) But, you might hit him!
Yui: Duh.
Koga: (puzzled, but restrains Lance all the same)
Lance: (still has goofy, clueless grin) This is a fun game!
Yui: Lance? I apologize in advance. (throws ball in the air, then spikes it right down at Lance's face)
(Lance stands there, unfazed)
Lance: I think that hurted.
Yui: Erg… Any other ideas, Koga?
Koga: Yep! I think I'll go take over his position as Champion! (cue menacing villain music) MOOOAAHAAHAHAHA!!!
Yui: Well, we'll have to think of something…
A/N: Well, it's over. Not now, of course. But I have decided the 50th chapter of AIADI will be the last. And this whole Lance amnesia thing will be continued in Chapter 47, if I ever get around to it.
Lars: (sitting in Guest Chair of Honor [tm] while looking around room, bored) Can't I leave now?
TCL: You're not leaving until Klasky Csupo decides to sue me for holding you prisoner in here.
Lars: (goes on a riot and grabs picket signs that appear out of nowhere) SUE! SUE! SUE! SUE! SUE!
