Author's note: well, here's the 64th episode.la di da di da.(twiddles
thumbs) little fighter is fun! ^^ I leave tomorrow to go on holiday for a
week, so this fic will not be updated as such. Ho hum.(waits for someone to
come on MSN) what else is there to say.wobble! Today was the last day of
school for me! (Is very VERY happy) now I can look forward to eight weeks
of complete relaxation! No more homework! No more having to wake up at 6 am
to go to school! Yay! ^^ oops, I think I just spilled some rice onto the
keyboard.enough of my blabbering, on with the story! ^^
Narrator: and as usual, we'll get my friend Dawn to do the disclaimer as always. (Leads Dawn out by the paw)
Dawn: all right, what's today's disclaimer gift? When I looked into your box there weren't any.
Narrator: there's nothing in there before my imagination creates it, silly! Oh well, for this episode we have.a Firzeon! (Pulls the squirming thing out of the box)
Dawn: Waa! It's sooooooo ccccuuuuuutttttteeeeee! Gimme it! (Reaches out)
Narrator: (putting it out of Dawn's reach) not until you do the disclaimer first.
Dawn: meanie.;_; oh well.Lccorp2 does not own pokemon, nor does he own any other characters not created by him. However, he does own this fic, as well as his Game Boy advance, which he will put to good use during the 6 hour bus journey to his destination, as well as a pair of baggy jeans. Satisfied?
Narrator: yep, there you go! (Hands her the struggling Firzeon)
Dawn: it's soooo warm and cool at the same time! (Huggles the Firzeon tightly) and sooooo huggable too!
Narrator: (watching Dawn) I think you're choking it.
Dawn: oh.(gets the Firzeon down on the floor, which makes gasping noises)
Narrator: now that we've gotten the disclaimer over with, on with the story!
Eskimo Jolteon Episode 64:
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 staring at the evil capital of the land of the tofu eaters.)
Flareon: (pointing) so that's the place, huh?
Narrator: yes.
Flareon: and so I gotta go in, huh?
Narrator: uh-huh.
Flareon: darn.(walks in)
Narrator: meanwhile.
(The scene changes to the Author's lounge. We see various authors lying around on the floor)
Narrator: (coming in) hey, what happened here? Why, I.
(WHAP!)
Narrator: (clutching head) ow.my poor head.(collapses unconscious onto floor)
Narrator: meanwhile.
(The scene changes to the Mewchu Manor. We see Flower sitting in her room)
Flower: (hearing screams and sounds of glass breaking) what's that?
10: (opening the door and crawling in) it's not much, miss.
Flower: really? Let me go have a loo-
(The evil killer tennis ball bounces in through the open door and knocks Flower unconscious)
10: I did say you shouldn't have done that, miss.
Mewchu11: (coming out) hey, what's all this fuss about? (Sees the evil killer tennis bouncing towards him) ha! (Catches it)
10: good catch!
Mewchu11: thanks.(bounces the evil killer tennis ball off a wall, which rebounds at light speed, hitting him squarely in the forehead)
10: that's gotta hurt.
Mewchu11: ouch.my head.(keels over and lands beside the unconscious Flower)
Narrator: heh, never underestimate the power of the evil killer tennis ball! Meanwhile.
(The scene changes to some strange, unknown place. We see me floating around.)
Narrator: where am I? (Looks around)
(Suddenly, an assortment of various foodstuffs walk towards me)
Narrator: and who would you lot be?
Cheese: we're your pizza nightmare.
Narrator: (remembers that he went to pizza hut for lunch yesterday afternoon) oh.and what do you want with me?
Cheese: as I said, we're your pizza nightmare! I'm the cheese, and this here's the tomato, the olives, the pineapple, and the anchovies!
Narrator: (pointing to a dark figure) and who's that?
Cheese: oh, that's the sausage stuffed crust of the pizza you ate.
Narrator: okay.and what do I have to do in order to get out of this dream about yesterday's lunch?
Cheese: (shrugging) beats me. How would I know?
Narrator: great. I'm stuck in here indefinitely with yesterday's lunch. Oh well, and now back to our hero.
(The scene changes back to Flareon, standing at the city gates)
Flareon: now what?
Narrator: don't just stand there, go in!
Flareon: (grumbling) oh, all right.
(Flareon walks into the city)
Guard: halt! What is your business in this place?
Flareon: (thinking fast) I'm a.er.soybean?
Guard: (eyeing Flareon suspiciously) you don't look like a soybean to me.
Flareon: oh, I'm a GM variety. See? I do handstands! (Does a handstand)
Guard: all right, you can go through. I like soybeans. (Waves Flareon through)
Flareon: whew.(walks on)
(Camera follows Flareon as he walks through the place)
Flareon: all right, so what do I have to do now in order to get away from this wretched place?
Narrator: you have to defeat the evil health food emperor Donald McRonald!
Flareon: oh no.I thought Jolteon took care of that guy.
Narrator: evidently not. Here, you'll need this. (Hands Flareon a fork)
Flareon: (taking fork) all right.now what am I supposed to do with this? (Waves fork around)
Narrator: you'll know when you need to use it. Come on, let's just get this over with as I'm typing this at midnight.
Flareon: all right.(storms off brandishing fork)
Narrator: and so.
(The scene changes to some sort of stadium)
Voice: and speaking today is our beloved emperor, Donald McRonald!
(The people chant as Donald Mcronald walks onto the stage)
Narrator: all right, just get this over with, I'm out of ideas and energy.
Flareon: and I wanna go home too.
Narrator: so do it!
Flareon: fine. (Hurls the greasy fork at Donald McRonald)
(The fork strikes Donald McRonald, which disintegrates into a fine powder. There is a brief flash of light, and then darkness.)
Narrator: and so.
(The scene changes to a McDonald's fast food restaurant. We see Flareon sitting before Ronald McDonald.)
Ronald McDonald: Flareon, in the flesh, or rather, in the fur coat, when you were out I took the liberty of relieving you of that fork, after all it was author property.
Flareon: huh? Where am I?
Ronald McDonald: the land of the tofu eaters is now under our control for the time being, thanks to you, quite a nasty piece of work you managed there.I am impressed.
Flareon: (still quite confused) huh?
Ronald McDonald: that's why I'm here, Mr. Flareon. I wish to express my gratitude to you for your part in putting down my evil twin and as such wish to present you with a coupon for unlimited free meals at any McDonald's, anytime.
Flareon: (taking coupon) all right.
(There is a flash of light, and we see Flareon lying on the snow)
Flareon: (shaking head) maybe it was all a dream.(sees coupon in paw) AAAAA! (Flings coupon away and runs away at top speed)
Narrator: and so ends another silly episode of Eskimo Jolteon, except for.
(The scene changes back to the Author's lounge, where TCL and C9Y are playing cards)
TCL: (noticing something floating in through the window) what's that? (Picks it up)
C9Y: ooh! It's a coupon entitling the bearer to a lifetime supply of free food from McDonald's!
TCL: what are we waiting for?! Let's go!
(They rush out)
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Narrator: and as usual, we'll get my friend Dawn to do the disclaimer as always. (Leads Dawn out by the paw)
Dawn: all right, what's today's disclaimer gift? When I looked into your box there weren't any.
Narrator: there's nothing in there before my imagination creates it, silly! Oh well, for this episode we have.a Firzeon! (Pulls the squirming thing out of the box)
Dawn: Waa! It's sooooooo ccccuuuuuutttttteeeeee! Gimme it! (Reaches out)
Narrator: (putting it out of Dawn's reach) not until you do the disclaimer first.
Dawn: meanie.;_; oh well.Lccorp2 does not own pokemon, nor does he own any other characters not created by him. However, he does own this fic, as well as his Game Boy advance, which he will put to good use during the 6 hour bus journey to his destination, as well as a pair of baggy jeans. Satisfied?
Narrator: yep, there you go! (Hands her the struggling Firzeon)
Dawn: it's soooo warm and cool at the same time! (Huggles the Firzeon tightly) and sooooo huggable too!
Narrator: (watching Dawn) I think you're choking it.
Dawn: oh.(gets the Firzeon down on the floor, which makes gasping noises)
Narrator: now that we've gotten the disclaimer over with, on with the story!
Eskimo Jolteon Episode 64:
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 staring at the evil capital of the land of the tofu eaters.)
Flareon: (pointing) so that's the place, huh?
Narrator: yes.
Flareon: and so I gotta go in, huh?
Narrator: uh-huh.
Flareon: darn.(walks in)
Narrator: meanwhile.
(The scene changes to the Author's lounge. We see various authors lying around on the floor)
Narrator: (coming in) hey, what happened here? Why, I.
(WHAP!)
Narrator: (clutching head) ow.my poor head.(collapses unconscious onto floor)
Narrator: meanwhile.
(The scene changes to the Mewchu Manor. We see Flower sitting in her room)
Flower: (hearing screams and sounds of glass breaking) what's that?
10: (opening the door and crawling in) it's not much, miss.
Flower: really? Let me go have a loo-
(The evil killer tennis ball bounces in through the open door and knocks Flower unconscious)
10: I did say you shouldn't have done that, miss.
Mewchu11: (coming out) hey, what's all this fuss about? (Sees the evil killer tennis bouncing towards him) ha! (Catches it)
10: good catch!
Mewchu11: thanks.(bounces the evil killer tennis ball off a wall, which rebounds at light speed, hitting him squarely in the forehead)
10: that's gotta hurt.
Mewchu11: ouch.my head.(keels over and lands beside the unconscious Flower)
Narrator: heh, never underestimate the power of the evil killer tennis ball! Meanwhile.
(The scene changes to some strange, unknown place. We see me floating around.)
Narrator: where am I? (Looks around)
(Suddenly, an assortment of various foodstuffs walk towards me)
Narrator: and who would you lot be?
Cheese: we're your pizza nightmare.
Narrator: (remembers that he went to pizza hut for lunch yesterday afternoon) oh.and what do you want with me?
Cheese: as I said, we're your pizza nightmare! I'm the cheese, and this here's the tomato, the olives, the pineapple, and the anchovies!
Narrator: (pointing to a dark figure) and who's that?
Cheese: oh, that's the sausage stuffed crust of the pizza you ate.
Narrator: okay.and what do I have to do in order to get out of this dream about yesterday's lunch?
Cheese: (shrugging) beats me. How would I know?
Narrator: great. I'm stuck in here indefinitely with yesterday's lunch. Oh well, and now back to our hero.
(The scene changes back to Flareon, standing at the city gates)
Flareon: now what?
Narrator: don't just stand there, go in!
Flareon: (grumbling) oh, all right.
(Flareon walks into the city)
Guard: halt! What is your business in this place?
Flareon: (thinking fast) I'm a.er.soybean?
Guard: (eyeing Flareon suspiciously) you don't look like a soybean to me.
Flareon: oh, I'm a GM variety. See? I do handstands! (Does a handstand)
Guard: all right, you can go through. I like soybeans. (Waves Flareon through)
Flareon: whew.(walks on)
(Camera follows Flareon as he walks through the place)
Flareon: all right, so what do I have to do now in order to get away from this wretched place?
Narrator: you have to defeat the evil health food emperor Donald McRonald!
Flareon: oh no.I thought Jolteon took care of that guy.
Narrator: evidently not. Here, you'll need this. (Hands Flareon a fork)
Flareon: (taking fork) all right.now what am I supposed to do with this? (Waves fork around)
Narrator: you'll know when you need to use it. Come on, let's just get this over with as I'm typing this at midnight.
Flareon: all right.(storms off brandishing fork)
Narrator: and so.
(The scene changes to some sort of stadium)
Voice: and speaking today is our beloved emperor, Donald McRonald!
(The people chant as Donald Mcronald walks onto the stage)
Narrator: all right, just get this over with, I'm out of ideas and energy.
Flareon: and I wanna go home too.
Narrator: so do it!
Flareon: fine. (Hurls the greasy fork at Donald McRonald)
(The fork strikes Donald McRonald, which disintegrates into a fine powder. There is a brief flash of light, and then darkness.)
Narrator: and so.
(The scene changes to a McDonald's fast food restaurant. We see Flareon sitting before Ronald McDonald.)
Ronald McDonald: Flareon, in the flesh, or rather, in the fur coat, when you were out I took the liberty of relieving you of that fork, after all it was author property.
Flareon: huh? Where am I?
Ronald McDonald: the land of the tofu eaters is now under our control for the time being, thanks to you, quite a nasty piece of work you managed there.I am impressed.
Flareon: (still quite confused) huh?
Ronald McDonald: that's why I'm here, Mr. Flareon. I wish to express my gratitude to you for your part in putting down my evil twin and as such wish to present you with a coupon for unlimited free meals at any McDonald's, anytime.
Flareon: (taking coupon) all right.
(There is a flash of light, and we see Flareon lying on the snow)
Flareon: (shaking head) maybe it was all a dream.(sees coupon in paw) AAAAA! (Flings coupon away and runs away at top speed)
Narrator: and so ends another silly episode of Eskimo Jolteon, except for.
(The scene changes back to the Author's lounge, where TCL and C9Y are playing cards)
TCL: (noticing something floating in through the window) what's that? (Picks it up)
C9Y: ooh! It's a coupon entitling the bearer to a lifetime supply of free food from McDonald's!
TCL: what are we waiting for?! Let's go!
(They rush out)
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