Author's note: Hi everyone!! Well, this author's note is gonna be a bit
long.well, what to say first.it's Sunday morning.blah blah blah. Anyway, I
am now officially a Flareon Master on TPPC! Woo-hoo! ^^ What else is there
to say.yesterday was a pretty bad day.everything went wrong that
morning.sigh. Also, Kuromew, you don't need to do the disclaimer, even for
free. Dawn's the permanent disclaimer person because I like her that way.
^^ all right, what else is there to say.WOBBLE!
Narrator: all right, now to do the disclaimer again.(drags Dawn out, still tangled up in the ball of yarn)
Dawn: would you mind getting me out of here first?
Narrator: fine.as you wish.(bites her out)
Dawn: all right, so what's the daily disclaimer gift for today?
Narrator: (spitting out yarn) ah, yes. For doing today's disclaimer, I will give you a huggable Eevee soft toy! (Holds it up)
Dawn: (staring at soft toy) oohh.
Narrator: (points to zipper on soft toy) see? All you have to do is unzip that and turn it inside out and you have an Espeon soft toy! (Does so)
Dawn: whee! Gimme gimme gimme!
Narrator: disclaimer.
Dawn: Lccorp2 does not own pokemon, nor does he own any other characters not created by him. He also owns some completely tasteless and all-too- casual clothes, and also this soft toy, which he will be giving to me, whereupon he will not own the soft toy anymore.
Narrator: here you go. (Tosses Dawn the Eevee/ Espeon soft toy)
Dawn: wheee! I have a cute huggable Eevee soft toy! (Runs off)
Narrator: (watching Dawn run off) that's nic- (Is hit on the back of the head by the evil killer tennis ball and is knocked unconscious)
Eskimo Jolteon Episode 63:
A Short, silly Brain-dead fan-fic by Lccorp2. Copyright Lccorp2 2002. ^_^
Narrator (me that is): picture the pokemon world in your head.
Narrator: now focus in a bit in a place to the far south of Kanto.
Narrator: now focus in on a medium-sized field of soybeans somewhere.
Narrator: STOP!!! ^_^.
(Camera zooms into field of soybeans. We see Flareon trundling along.)
Flareon: (mumbling) stupid stupid author.make me go on this stupid adventure.why can't Jolteon go instead?
Narrator: because I said so.
Flareon: and what if I refuse to go on this stupid adventure?
Narrator: well, then I'll have to stop feeding you. (Grins evilly)
Flareon: yeah? I'm an expert at finding food in the wild! Look at this! (Lifts up a rock and flourishes what's underneath)
Narrator: (nodding head) that's very impressive, indeed.
Flareon: see? I told you-
Narrator: I've never seen anyone do that with a spinarak before.
Flareon: EEP! (Drops the spinarak and runs far, far away)
Narrator: (watching Flareon run away) I don't think I'll stop him, he's going in the correct direction anyway.meanwhile.
(The scene changes to the author's lounge. Various authors are lying unconscious on the ground.)
Narrator: (coming in) um, hello? Anyone?
C9Y: (groaning) it was the tennis ball.
Narrator: THAT tennis ball? The evil killer tennis ball?
C9Y: yep.
(There is a "thwack" from outside, followed by a shout and the sound of a body collapsing.)
Shadow: I think it just got Sal.
Narrator: well, at least TCL's safe, she's in jail.
Shadow: I don't know.but let's not be too sure.
(Scene changes to the interior of the jail cell where TCL is being held. Two cops appear at the door.)
Cop #1: all right, Miss, you're free to go. Lccorp2 isn't pressing charges.
TCL: (folding up laptop) thank goodness! At least-
(The evil killer tennis ball appears out of nowhere and whacks TCL on the back of her head, knocking her unconscious.)
Cop #2: that HAD to hurt.
Cop #1: (taking hold of TCL's wing) shut up and help me get this five- hundred pound thing out of here, other people need the jail cell.
(Scene changes back to the Author's Lounge)
Shadow: (hearing a faint "ouch" from the distance) yep, I think that was TCL.
Narrator: so let me guess.we have to stop the evil killer tennis ball?
Shadow: sorta.
Narrator: well, all right.(walks out of Author's Lounge) and now let me create a pointless diversion.
(The scene changes to Ash, lost in a forest yet again)
Ash: aww darn whe'll nefar geet outta theez furest.
Brock: (drooling) duuh daah daah duuh.
Ash: meebee we wold bee batter off if piggachoo hadn't eten the map.
Pikachu: pika! (Leaps up and bites Ash's hand, then runs away)
Ash: aww oww you leetle evil weazel cum bak here! (Shakes bleeding fist)
(Suddenly, Mario appears, riding Yoshi)
Mario: It's-a me, Mario!
Ash: hay mizter wah luzt een theez furest kewld you halp uz out?
Mario: aah! These-a are evil-a minions of bowser-a! Yoshi, eat-a them!
Yoshi: glorp! (Sticks out tongue and eats Ash and Brock)
Narrator: hee hee. Meanwhile.
(The scene changes to the studio where the Interactive Pokemon Game Show is being held. Robo-flower walks in)
Robo-Flower: (in a mechanical voice) all your Interactive Pokemon Game Show are belong to Mewchu11.
Audience and contestants: huh? Speak up, we can't hear you!
Robo-Flower: I said, all your Interactive Pokemon Game Show are belong to Mewchu11.
Audience and contestants: come again? I didn't hear what you said.
Robo-Flower: GAAKK! SYSTEM MALFUNCTION FATAL ERROR SHUTTING DOWN.(Melts into a puddle of steaming, green goo)
Audience and contestants: (staring at the puddle of goo) man, that was freakish.
Ty: I gotta get a picture of this for 'world's freakiest videos'! (Pulls out camcorder)
Narrator: meanwhile.
(The scene changes to Mewchu11, still stuck somewhere in TCL's TPPC box)
Mewchu11: (watching the scene through a laptop) grr.I HATE THIS! WAIT TILL I GET MY HANDS ON THAT LAZY SLACKING 10.
(There is yet another ominous rumbling)
Mewchu11: oh no, not again.(drops the laptop and moves out of the way just as the evil giant spider-like thingy puts its foot down)
(The evil giant spider-like thingy chases Mewchu11 into a plot hole that just happens to be floating by)
Narrator: and so.
(The scene changes back to the studio where IPGS is being shown. The other side of the plot hole dumps Mewchu11 and the evil giant spider-like thingy into the studio.)
Audience: aah! It's a giant spider-like thingy! Run!
(The is a massive stampede as the evil giant spider like thingy begins to smash apart the studio)
Ty: (recording away with camcorder) wow! I'm sure to win the 10,000 pokebuck prize!
Narrator: heh. Meanwhile.
(The scene changes back to Flareon, still walking along)
Flareon: all right, now what do I have to do?
Narrator: (pointing) you see that there? That's the capital of the land of the tofu eaters.
Flareon: and so, lemme guess, I'm supposed to go in there?
Narrator: yes.
Flareon: that's silly! If I wanted to escape from the land of the tofu eaters I would walk AWAY from the capital, not TO it!
Narrator: that would be too easy.
Flareon: but.
Narrator: just do it.
Flareon: (grumbling) fine. (Walks off)
(Camera fades out)
Narrator: and so ends another episode of Eskimo Jolteon! Will Flareon be able to escape from the evil land of the tofu eaters? What about Jolteon and Umbreon? Will I be able to stop the evil killer tennis ball? Stay tuned to find out!
How'd you like this silly story? Please review!!! ^_^
Narrator: all right, now to do the disclaimer again.(drags Dawn out, still tangled up in the ball of yarn)
Dawn: would you mind getting me out of here first?
Narrator: fine.as you wish.(bites her out)
Dawn: all right, so what's the daily disclaimer gift for today?
Narrator: (spitting out yarn) ah, yes. For doing today's disclaimer, I will give you a huggable Eevee soft toy! (Holds it up)
Dawn: (staring at soft toy) oohh.
Narrator: (points to zipper on soft toy) see? All you have to do is unzip that and turn it inside out and you have an Espeon soft toy! (Does so)
Dawn: whee! Gimme gimme gimme!
Narrator: disclaimer.
Dawn: Lccorp2 does not own pokemon, nor does he own any other characters not created by him. He also owns some completely tasteless and all-too- casual clothes, and also this soft toy, which he will be giving to me, whereupon he will not own the soft toy anymore.
Narrator: here you go. (Tosses Dawn the Eevee/ Espeon soft toy)
Dawn: wheee! I have a cute huggable Eevee soft toy! (Runs off)
Narrator: (watching Dawn run off) that's nic- (Is hit on the back of the head by the evil killer tennis ball and is knocked unconscious)
Eskimo Jolteon Episode 63:
A Short, silly Brain-dead fan-fic by Lccorp2. Copyright Lccorp2 2002. ^_^
Narrator (me that is): picture the pokemon world in your head.
Narrator: now focus in a bit in a place to the far south of Kanto.
Narrator: now focus in on a medium-sized field of soybeans somewhere.
Narrator: STOP!!! ^_^.
(Camera zooms into field of soybeans. We see Flareon trundling along.)
Flareon: (mumbling) stupid stupid author.make me go on this stupid adventure.why can't Jolteon go instead?
Narrator: because I said so.
Flareon: and what if I refuse to go on this stupid adventure?
Narrator: well, then I'll have to stop feeding you. (Grins evilly)
Flareon: yeah? I'm an expert at finding food in the wild! Look at this! (Lifts up a rock and flourishes what's underneath)
Narrator: (nodding head) that's very impressive, indeed.
Flareon: see? I told you-
Narrator: I've never seen anyone do that with a spinarak before.
Flareon: EEP! (Drops the spinarak and runs far, far away)
Narrator: (watching Flareon run away) I don't think I'll stop him, he's going in the correct direction anyway.meanwhile.
(The scene changes to the author's lounge. Various authors are lying unconscious on the ground.)
Narrator: (coming in) um, hello? Anyone?
C9Y: (groaning) it was the tennis ball.
Narrator: THAT tennis ball? The evil killer tennis ball?
C9Y: yep.
(There is a "thwack" from outside, followed by a shout and the sound of a body collapsing.)
Shadow: I think it just got Sal.
Narrator: well, at least TCL's safe, she's in jail.
Shadow: I don't know.but let's not be too sure.
(Scene changes to the interior of the jail cell where TCL is being held. Two cops appear at the door.)
Cop #1: all right, Miss, you're free to go. Lccorp2 isn't pressing charges.
TCL: (folding up laptop) thank goodness! At least-
(The evil killer tennis ball appears out of nowhere and whacks TCL on the back of her head, knocking her unconscious.)
Cop #2: that HAD to hurt.
Cop #1: (taking hold of TCL's wing) shut up and help me get this five- hundred pound thing out of here, other people need the jail cell.
(Scene changes back to the Author's Lounge)
Shadow: (hearing a faint "ouch" from the distance) yep, I think that was TCL.
Narrator: so let me guess.we have to stop the evil killer tennis ball?
Shadow: sorta.
Narrator: well, all right.(walks out of Author's Lounge) and now let me create a pointless diversion.
(The scene changes to Ash, lost in a forest yet again)
Ash: aww darn whe'll nefar geet outta theez furest.
Brock: (drooling) duuh daah daah duuh.
Ash: meebee we wold bee batter off if piggachoo hadn't eten the map.
Pikachu: pika! (Leaps up and bites Ash's hand, then runs away)
Ash: aww oww you leetle evil weazel cum bak here! (Shakes bleeding fist)
(Suddenly, Mario appears, riding Yoshi)
Mario: It's-a me, Mario!
Ash: hay mizter wah luzt een theez furest kewld you halp uz out?
Mario: aah! These-a are evil-a minions of bowser-a! Yoshi, eat-a them!
Yoshi: glorp! (Sticks out tongue and eats Ash and Brock)
Narrator: hee hee. Meanwhile.
(The scene changes to the studio where the Interactive Pokemon Game Show is being held. Robo-flower walks in)
Robo-Flower: (in a mechanical voice) all your Interactive Pokemon Game Show are belong to Mewchu11.
Audience and contestants: huh? Speak up, we can't hear you!
Robo-Flower: I said, all your Interactive Pokemon Game Show are belong to Mewchu11.
Audience and contestants: come again? I didn't hear what you said.
Robo-Flower: GAAKK! SYSTEM MALFUNCTION FATAL ERROR SHUTTING DOWN.(Melts into a puddle of steaming, green goo)
Audience and contestants: (staring at the puddle of goo) man, that was freakish.
Ty: I gotta get a picture of this for 'world's freakiest videos'! (Pulls out camcorder)
Narrator: meanwhile.
(The scene changes to Mewchu11, still stuck somewhere in TCL's TPPC box)
Mewchu11: (watching the scene through a laptop) grr.I HATE THIS! WAIT TILL I GET MY HANDS ON THAT LAZY SLACKING 10.
(There is yet another ominous rumbling)
Mewchu11: oh no, not again.(drops the laptop and moves out of the way just as the evil giant spider-like thingy puts its foot down)
(The evil giant spider-like thingy chases Mewchu11 into a plot hole that just happens to be floating by)
Narrator: and so.
(The scene changes back to the studio where IPGS is being shown. The other side of the plot hole dumps Mewchu11 and the evil giant spider-like thingy into the studio.)
Audience: aah! It's a giant spider-like thingy! Run!
(The is a massive stampede as the evil giant spider like thingy begins to smash apart the studio)
Ty: (recording away with camcorder) wow! I'm sure to win the 10,000 pokebuck prize!
Narrator: heh. Meanwhile.
(The scene changes back to Flareon, still walking along)
Flareon: all right, now what do I have to do?
Narrator: (pointing) you see that there? That's the capital of the land of the tofu eaters.
Flareon: and so, lemme guess, I'm supposed to go in there?
Narrator: yes.
Flareon: that's silly! If I wanted to escape from the land of the tofu eaters I would walk AWAY from the capital, not TO it!
Narrator: that would be too easy.
Flareon: but.
Narrator: just do it.
Flareon: (grumbling) fine. (Walks off)
(Camera fades out)
Narrator: and so ends another episode of Eskimo Jolteon! Will Flareon be able to escape from the evil land of the tofu eaters? What about Jolteon and Umbreon? Will I be able to stop the evil killer tennis ball? Stay tuned to find out!
How'd you like this silly story? Please review!!! ^_^