Muddy: Oh joy, I'm a Swampert! Fun fun! Not!

What's wrong with Swamperts?

Muddy: Well they're-

If you treasured your life, I suggest you don't say anything!

Muddy: Shutting up now!

Good.

Disclaimer: Don't own it. Joy.

The Upcoming Fair

The sun peaked over the rolling green hills of Veranturf town as the boy slipped his hand into her's, a comforting and relaxing smile on his face. She planted a very chaste kiss on his cheek, yet the boy felt like it was special, unique, just for him. The girl smiled warmly, her hair being teased by the northwestern zephyrs, giving her the scent of sweet grass to go with her smell of jasmine. A lingering smirk was held in the young girl's eye as she pushed the boy over and then ...

"May! Look at this!" Brendan shouted excitedly, shaking the poor girl out of her slumber. It was seven in the morning, and we all know how much most girls love their beauty sleep. Combine that with May's somewhat angry mood every now and then and what do you get?

"Brendan Birch! If you ever wake me up at seven in the morning ever again with no important reason whatsoever, I swear I'll sick Flare on you and make her use Sky Uppercut to send you to planet Kafloogah! Got that?!"

"You heard the lady, Birch! Shut up!" Wally agreed from his makeshift bed on the couch, throwing his extra pillow at Brendan's head. "Normal people are trying to sleep here!"

"Then why are you still asleep?" Brendan asked curiously, throwing Wally's pillow over his shoulder. "Normal people don't have green hair you know?"

"Not many people have white hair either, Brendan," May replied, blinking back sleep from her sapphire eyes.

"Hey, we all live in a Pokémon World." Brendan shrugged, sweeping a hand through his tousled hair. "Isn't that a song for one of the seasons of the Pokémon anime?"

"Pokémon ... I wanna be the greatest master of them all," Wally snorted, turning the other way, cuddling with another pillow on the couch.

Silence overwhelmed the randomness that Wally brought upon the room. Brendan and May stared at each other, one combing a hand through her tangled hair, the other staring at the ceiling, twiddling his thumbs.

"The greatest master!" Wally finished, jolting Brendan and May out of their thoughts.

"Freak," Brendan murmured.

After a few more minutes of restless silence, Brendan and May found it safe to relax, knowing that Wally wouldn't randomly shout out another verse to the song.

"Put my challenges to the test to be better than all the rest!"

Brendan and May look at each other again, too freaked out to speak or to wake Wally up.

"So you want to be the master of Pokémon?"

"Um, Brendan? He's scaring me," May whimpered finally.

"Do you have the skills to be number- Hey! What are you doing, Brandon!" Wally awoke to find the white-haired trainer trying to muffle his face with a dark-blue cotton pillow.

"The name's Brendan, okay?" he remarked, annoyed. "You were singing the theme to the Pokémon television show! Do you know how annoying that is?"

"Was it the one where Tracey was in it and Brock wasn't?"

"Yep."

"Then I see how it was annoying."

"Now that were all up, why don't you tell us what you wanted to show me now, B Boy?" May remarked as she stretched out her legs. "You know, now that I'm up thanks to you." A mischievous glint passed through May's eyes.

"Haha, yeah." Brendan smiled nervously, moving away from May to avoid getting pummeled into the ground. "You know, I rather not say right now."

"Tell me," she growled.

"Nah, it's okay but um ... thank you?"

"Tell me."

"You know, I'm not really in the mood at the moment, heh."

"Tell me!"

"Aw, do I have to?"

"Tell me now!" Outraged, May jumped on the boy trainer's back, causing Brendan to topple over onto his stomach. May pressed down on the back of his head.

"Watch the nose, watch the nose!" he yelled, muffled by the wooden floorboards. "I kind of need that to breathe- okay, push even harder and further down, that's nice."

"Look what I have to do just to get some answers out of this boy's mouth!" May sat on Brendan's back, trying to bore a hole in the ground using his face. Finally, satisfied with her results, the now content girl trainer got off of Brendan's back. An apologetic smile crept onto her face. "I am sooooooo sorry ..."

"What?" Brendan sat up and stared at Wally and May, puzzled.

- - -

Brendan stayed silent and kept rubbing his ruby-red nose in a frustrating manner, giving May dark glances every now and then. The three trainers were just outside of Mauville, ready to train their Pokémon and to visit some of their friends.

"Hey, look at things this way! At least it wasn't your you-know-what!" Wally laughed, clutching his stomach. "I thought you were Santa because of your white hair! Now you're Ruldolph! Ruldolph the red-nosed reindeer had a very shiny nose! And if you ever saw it, you can even say it glows! All of the other reindeer used to laugh and call him names-"

"Hey! There's a bunch of howling Mankeys outside!" a random person yelled from outside of his window in Mauville.

Wally frowned and bit his lip while May rubbed the back of her beck in embarrassment. Brendan on the other hand ...

"Haha, howling Mankeys! Sounds like a rock band! Named after Wally, the worst singer in the world!"

May only shook her head as the three trainers continued their way down the sidewalk path. "Hey, what's this?" May ripped down a blue sheet on the Mauville bulletin board. "Attention all Pokémon Trainers, Researchers, Coordinators, and other fields of Pokémon! The annual, year-round, Pokémon Fair will be held in Mauville this year! Food, fun, and ... another word that starts with F."

"Catchy," Brendan murmured, starting to rub his nose again.

"Fantastic, freaky, furnish?" Wally suggested.

"That has nothing to do with the sentence but moving on." May began to read again. "It starts on the second week of October and ends until the beginning of the third week."

"You know, they could make things less complicated by saying October fifth to October twelfth," Brendan pointed out.

"Or better yet the fifth to the twelfth!" Wally proposed.

"Yeah, um." May shrugged and read the rest of the ad. "So be there and be-"

"Dead?" Brendan remarked cheerfully.

"Square?" Wally answered dully.

"Gone?"

"Stupid?"

"Be there and be happy," May answered for them. "Latias, how lame. Anyway, the last night of the fair will be formal, for food, for fun, and for something else that starts with a F. Who knows what will happen. What does it mean by that?"

Wally and Brendan began to smirk uncontrollably as plans began to form in their heads.