The Hassles Of Big Breakfasts
Delia invites some people over for breakfast. But what happens when Ash's love for food gets him in trouble with his mother and friends? If you are not a fan of insane humor, this is not for you!!
Hi, again! This is a nothing-but-crazy-funny story, one of those kinds where insane but humorous stuff happens all the time. Since Game Show Pokémon got such a positive response, I decided to try and take another stab at the story stuff. So I hope you like it!
Disclaimers: I do not own Pokémon or any of the characters. Neither do I own Kool-Aid. ^-^; Confused? You'll understand soon enough.
One: Pikachu's Head
Ash could smell very well in his sleep. And when he smelled something good, well, you'd better get out of the way. So that's what gave Pikachu the big bruise on its forehead at breakfast one morning in Pallet Town.
"My goodness, Pikachu, what happened to your head?" Delia said in concern as Ash and Pikachu walked into the kitchen.
"Oh, that's kinna my fault," Ash admitted with a sheepish grin. "I smelled something cooking in the kitchen and I jumped out of bed so fast that Pikachu didn't exactly have a chance to move off my legs--"
"I think I can guess what happens after that," Delia remarked as she removed some bacon from her large frying pan.
Mr. Mime just swept the floor cheerfully.
"Oh, Ash Honey, I forgot to mention. Brock, Misty, Gary, Tracey and Professor Oak are coming for breakfast," Delia said.
Ash glanced at the table, set for eight. "I kinna guessed when I saw five extra plates," he said.
"You miscounted, dear. There's six extra plates. Pikachu gets to eat too, remember?"
"Pika pika pi!" Pikachu replied. The electric Pokémon sounded as though it was scolding Ash.
Ash sat at the table. "So, what's for breakfast?" he asked, eager to get started.
"Well, let's see now...bacon, eggs, pancakes, cereal, oatmeal, grits, waffles, bagels, toast, sausage..."
"No sirloin steak?" Ash joked.
"No, I'm afraid not, Ash. You ate the remaining five slices of steak last night for dinner. Remember?"
Ash blushed, a little appreciative that she didn't mention the six bowls of mashed potatoes and four apples and three glasses of Kool-Aid he'd had along with the steak. "Oh, uh, yeah," he said.
There was suddenly a knock on the door. "Oh, that must be them!" Delia cried cheerfully. "Ash Dear, be a dear and get the door, hmm?"
"But Mom, I'm in my pajamas!" Ash protested.
Delia shook her head. "First appearances. What next, hair? Mr. Mime, would you get the door, please?"
Mr. Mime swept its way to the door.
"Wait, Mom!" Ash cried as he raced for the stairs. "Lemme get dressed and comb my hair first!"
"Why did I say anything," Delia muttered as she flipped a pancake, scrambled an egg, stirred oatmeal and put it in the microwave, put bread in the toaster, and fried bacon at the same time.
Mr. Mime opened the door and then resumed sweeping.
"We're here, Ms. Ketchum!" Misty called.
"Is Ash still in his pajamas?" Gary added.
From upstairs came a yell, "Shut up Gary!!"
Professor Oak chuckled himself into the door. "Forever friends, forever fighting," he said to no one in particular.
"Hello, everyone!" Delia called from the kitchen. "Come on in and make yourselves at home! Ash will be down once he's finished dressing!"
The little crowd went into the kitchen and seated itself around the table. Mr. Mime followed, sweeping away their footprints.
Ash came back downstairs, fully dressed. "Hi, everybody," he greeted.
Everyone said hello.
Misty gaped at Pikachu's bruise. "Ash, what in the world happened to Pikachu?" she demanded.
"Oh, that's kinna my fault," Ash admitted with a sheepish grin. "See, I smelled my mom cooking in the kitchen, and I sat up so fast that Pikachu didn't get a chance to move off of my legs, and--"
"I think I can guess what happened after that," Misty interrupted.
"By the way, where is Brock?" Delia asked as she carried five plates heaping with breakfast foods to the table.
Misty waved a hand. "Oh, he went to your bathroom," she said.
Delia laughed. "Well, I guess he knew I meant it when I said make yourselves at home! Tracey, what are you doing?"
"Sketching Mr. Mime!" Tracey replied. He was staring at Mr. Mime point-blank, drawing the Pokémon as it swept the kitchen floor.
Everyone stared. "You're sketching him--sweeping?" Professor Oak said in astonishment.
Tracey was too busy drawing to reply.
"Well--the rest of you eat then!" Delia said, placing the plates in the middle of the table.
"I'm here!" Brock sang out as he entered the kitchen. "Wow, Ms. Ketchum, this all looks great--whoa! What happened to Pikachu's head?"
"Well, that's kinna my fault," Ash admitted with a sheepish grin. "See, I smelled Mom cooking in the kitchen, and I got out of bed so fast that Pikachu didn't have a chance to get off my legs, and--"
"I think I can guess what happens next," Brock cut in, sitting at the table.
"Did you guys rehearse this?" Gary asked.
Well, that's the end of this one! Here's a sneak peek at the next chapter...
Passing the salt is an ordeal...
"Here, Tracey, here's the salt."
"Here, Gary, here's the salt."
"Here, Ash, here's the salt."
"Here, Mom, here's the salt."
"Thank you, honey, but...I didn't ask for salt!"
"Oh. Here, Gary, here's the salt..."
And somebody's hogging the hog...
"Hold on, I could have sworn I made seventy-five strips of bacon!"
Everyone turned to Ash, whose stomach was suddenly much bigger than normal.
"Who, me?"
Next time in "Of Salt, Bacon, and Bruises"!