Chapter 3: This is the Greatest and Best Fic in the World' (Tribute)
Hey, guys and gals. Sorry for the delay that occurred in this third chapter of BWARAO, but I wasn't happy with the way this particular chapter was going, so after much umming and ahhing I decided to start it again from scratch, hence the delay. Whilst I'm rewriting it, attending an anime convention and doing work for Uni, amongst other incidentals, here is some irreverence I threw together to stop you from bludgeoning me to death with Pokéballs.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon, other than in the being-a-Nintendo-addict sense of the world, and nor do I own Tenacious D. However, I do have the power to kill a yak. From two hundred yards away. WITH MIND BULLETS!
We join our heroes at an unspecified time in a location just as hazily specified, if not more so. Closer observation, ie any observation at all, shows us that the sky is dark, and our heroes are being chased through some streets by a load of the old bill, which helps somewhat with location.
Meowth: Dey're closin' in on us! Wadda we do, Jessie?
Jessie: Quickly, down this blind alley!
James: Oh, fiddlesticks! It doesn't go anywhere! We're...trapped!
Jessie: Not if we run...UP the walls!
Even the police stop at this line of thinking.
Meowth: ...Or, we could make a distraction...
James: Do you know, that was remarkably close to the Queen's English.
Meowth: Yeah, but only 'cause it's hard ta get an accent inta that particular collection of woids on the written page...
Jessie: Sshh, here they come! James, do you still have that guitar we stole just now?
James: *Looks at the guitar clutched in his hands, and hazards a guess* Um, yes?
Jessie: Then I have a plan!
Concordantly, when the police charge around the corner, they are confronted with the two Rockets leaning on stuff. James against a wall, teasing a few chords out of a guitar, and Jessie against a dumpster, tapping her foot idly. Both are dressed in casual jeans and shirts.
Jessie: These are the greatest and best 'Mon in the world... Tribute. Long time ago me and my lover James here, we was hitchhiking down a long an' lonesome road. All of a sudden, there shined a shiny demon in the middle of the road. AND HE SAID!
Meowth: *leaps onto the top of a dustbin wearing a mock-up Pikachu tail* Pika-piika Pikachu, pi-pikachu!
Jessie: Well me and James, we looked at each other, and we said... 'OK'. And we used the first 'Mon that came to our hands, just so happened to be the best 'mon in the world, they were the best 'mon in the world... *Releases Lickitung* Lick!
James/Jessie: Look into his eyes and it's easy to see, one on one means you, two on one means we, we fight unfairly...Once every two or three hours or so, Victribell eats James when he tells him 'Go' its too bad we know- owww...
James: Needless to say, the mouse was stunned. Lightning cracked from its wicked tail, and the mouse was done. It asked us – * Releases Victribell, muffled shrieks. Jessie deftly catches the guitar*
Meowth: Pika-pika?
Jessie: And we said 'Nay! They are but 'Mon...FIGHT ON-
James:Whoaaggaahohgodaaah-aaa—aaa-aaah-Ohwoahohaagh! *Pulls Victribell off and gets it to attack the police officers with Vine Whip*
Jessie: These are just the greatest 'Mon in the world, yeah, and this here is their tribute! Thought that we'd show you the greatest 'Mon in the world, yeah, this here's a tribute, ow-woah, to the greatest 'Mon in the world, oh-right, they are the greatest 'Mon in the world, oh-right, diddle- diddle best, mother-bleeping greatest 'Mon in the world...
Meowth: Mudda-bleepin'?
Jessie: Shut up and RUN!
Our amazingly vocal Anti-heroes bolt it past the paralyzed policemen who are trying to move and making noises just like The D make in that really fiddly bit in the middle of the song that I can't be bothered to try and put into actual words. So there. Hey, I bet you didn't know that Jessie could play the guitar whilst running away, did you? But she is, which proved you wrong.
Jessie: And the peculiar thing is this, my friends, the 'Mon we used on that fateful night didn't actually look anything like these 'Mon! This is Arbok's tribute, as well as for Weezing, and I wish James ran faster, just a matter of escaping, Good Lord, gotta love us, so surprised to find you can't stop us,
James: Hey, it looks like they've stopped chasing us!
Jessie: Already? But I hadn't even finished the song!
Meowth: Yeah, but waddaya gonna do?
Next chapter: THE STORY RESUMED! THE ANIME CON ATTENDED! THE TWERPS CHASE! THE ROCKETS DON'T MUCH NOTICE! JESSIEBELLE SENDS THE GOONS! THE ROCKETS DON'T MUCH NOTICE!
Thanks for reading, and I apologise for the delay in the actual chapter three, but bear with me. This chapter's props (Yo-yo from da Pallet town hood, word) go out to Charles Rocketboy, BouncyBluePenguin, and Cosmic Mewtwo. Bo Shizzle in all your Hizzle.
Hey, guys and gals. Sorry for the delay that occurred in this third chapter of BWARAO, but I wasn't happy with the way this particular chapter was going, so after much umming and ahhing I decided to start it again from scratch, hence the delay. Whilst I'm rewriting it, attending an anime convention and doing work for Uni, amongst other incidentals, here is some irreverence I threw together to stop you from bludgeoning me to death with Pokéballs.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon, other than in the being-a-Nintendo-addict sense of the world, and nor do I own Tenacious D. However, I do have the power to kill a yak. From two hundred yards away. WITH MIND BULLETS!
We join our heroes at an unspecified time in a location just as hazily specified, if not more so. Closer observation, ie any observation at all, shows us that the sky is dark, and our heroes are being chased through some streets by a load of the old bill, which helps somewhat with location.
Meowth: Dey're closin' in on us! Wadda we do, Jessie?
Jessie: Quickly, down this blind alley!
James: Oh, fiddlesticks! It doesn't go anywhere! We're...trapped!
Jessie: Not if we run...UP the walls!
Even the police stop at this line of thinking.
Meowth: ...Or, we could make a distraction...
James: Do you know, that was remarkably close to the Queen's English.
Meowth: Yeah, but only 'cause it's hard ta get an accent inta that particular collection of woids on the written page...
Jessie: Sshh, here they come! James, do you still have that guitar we stole just now?
James: *Looks at the guitar clutched in his hands, and hazards a guess* Um, yes?
Jessie: Then I have a plan!
Concordantly, when the police charge around the corner, they are confronted with the two Rockets leaning on stuff. James against a wall, teasing a few chords out of a guitar, and Jessie against a dumpster, tapping her foot idly. Both are dressed in casual jeans and shirts.
Jessie: These are the greatest and best 'Mon in the world... Tribute. Long time ago me and my lover James here, we was hitchhiking down a long an' lonesome road. All of a sudden, there shined a shiny demon in the middle of the road. AND HE SAID!
Meowth: *leaps onto the top of a dustbin wearing a mock-up Pikachu tail* Pika-piika Pikachu, pi-pikachu!
Jessie: Well me and James, we looked at each other, and we said... 'OK'. And we used the first 'Mon that came to our hands, just so happened to be the best 'mon in the world, they were the best 'mon in the world... *Releases Lickitung* Lick!
James/Jessie: Look into his eyes and it's easy to see, one on one means you, two on one means we, we fight unfairly...Once every two or three hours or so, Victribell eats James when he tells him 'Go' its too bad we know- owww...
James: Needless to say, the mouse was stunned. Lightning cracked from its wicked tail, and the mouse was done. It asked us – * Releases Victribell, muffled shrieks. Jessie deftly catches the guitar*
Meowth: Pika-pika?
Jessie: And we said 'Nay! They are but 'Mon...FIGHT ON-
James:Whoaaggaahohgodaaah-aaa—aaa-aaah-Ohwoahohaagh! *Pulls Victribell off and gets it to attack the police officers with Vine Whip*
Jessie: These are just the greatest 'Mon in the world, yeah, and this here is their tribute! Thought that we'd show you the greatest 'Mon in the world, yeah, this here's a tribute, ow-woah, to the greatest 'Mon in the world, oh-right, they are the greatest 'Mon in the world, oh-right, diddle- diddle best, mother-bleeping greatest 'Mon in the world...
Meowth: Mudda-bleepin'?
Jessie: Shut up and RUN!
Our amazingly vocal Anti-heroes bolt it past the paralyzed policemen who are trying to move and making noises just like The D make in that really fiddly bit in the middle of the song that I can't be bothered to try and put into actual words. So there. Hey, I bet you didn't know that Jessie could play the guitar whilst running away, did you? But she is, which proved you wrong.
Jessie: And the peculiar thing is this, my friends, the 'Mon we used on that fateful night didn't actually look anything like these 'Mon! This is Arbok's tribute, as well as for Weezing, and I wish James ran faster, just a matter of escaping, Good Lord, gotta love us, so surprised to find you can't stop us,
James: Hey, it looks like they've stopped chasing us!
Jessie: Already? But I hadn't even finished the song!
Meowth: Yeah, but waddaya gonna do?
Next chapter: THE STORY RESUMED! THE ANIME CON ATTENDED! THE TWERPS CHASE! THE ROCKETS DON'T MUCH NOTICE! JESSIEBELLE SENDS THE GOONS! THE ROCKETS DON'T MUCH NOTICE!
Thanks for reading, and I apologise for the delay in the actual chapter three, but bear with me. This chapter's props (Yo-yo from da Pallet town hood, word) go out to Charles Rocketboy, BouncyBluePenguin, and Cosmic Mewtwo. Bo Shizzle in all your Hizzle.