Pre-chapter Conversation
"So will I get legendary pokémon?" Izzy asked me.
"NO!!!" I roared.
"Oh. So I'll get to use some shadow pokémon then?"
"No way! I don't even know how their power works." I turned to the camera. "Anyway, this is the last parody for the fic. It's pretty obvious what this chapter will be a parody of, but for those who haven't watched the old episodes of the animé in a long time, this is a parody of the episode, 'Island of the Giant Pokémon,' in which everybody tries to escape from an island full of gigantic pokémon. Likewise, can our crew of nutcases survive?"
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Rocketmon Ch. 13: Island of the Not-so-small Pokémon
We open this chapter on a lovely beach (This time a real one!). Listen to the serene sound of wingulls and pelippers flying through the air. Feel the calm winds blowing. See the waves washing up…on a couple of bodies!?
"Ugh… What a trip." Sam groaned as he shook his head and stood up. Close by, Lars was lying face down on the sand. Sam ran up to him. "Lars! Get up!"
"Man… What a wipe out." Lars groaned as he too stood up. He took a look at his surroundings. "Where are we?" Sam looked around as well.
"I have no idea. For all we know, this could be a deserted island."
"Only one way to find out." Lars replied. He reached for a poké ball when his eyes widened. "What the—!" He pulled up his shirt and looked at his belt. Only four of his poké balls were present. "Two of my pokémon are missing!" Sam scoffed.
"Tough luck there, buddy. It's such a shame that you'll go to the Pacific League with only four pokémon." He smirked. Hey, if Lars can be snotty towards Sam, why can't he? "At least I'm more careful. I still have my full—" His eyes widened as he reached into his pockets. He pulled out four poké balls!
"Ahhhh!!!! One of my pokémon is missing!"
"Now what was that about having tough luck?" Lars asked with his arms crossed. Sam didn't pay any attention though as he looked around frantically.
"Where's Pikachu?!" He looked around some more. "I lost two of my pokémon!" Lars grinned.
"Well now that things seem to be about even between us as far as our pokémon count is concerned, I guess our truce will have to go on."
"I guess. We gotta find our pokémon, not to mention Reggie and the others." Sam replied. Lars groaned.
"Again with this!? Squid, you're acting like those bunch of shoobies are the shrimp, Rocket Dork, and his sister!" Sam was just about fed up with the screwed up logic in this world.
"That's because they are!!!" He screamed. Lars blinked for a moment before he fell over laughing.
"Yeah right, Squid! They may look the same, but there's no way you're gonna convince me that my dork of a brother would actually dress up like a pokémon! Besides, we both know the other two don't have pokémon!" Sam shrugged and labeled the whole thing as a lost cause. There was no way to get through the older kid's thick skull. He blinked.
"Hey wait. What about the Girl's Day tournament?"
"What about it?" Lars asked. "I know that was your pokémon Rocket Dork's sister was using. It doesn't take a genius to figure that out."
"Whatever." Sam sighed and started walking. "We gotta find our pokémon. Who knows what's lurking around on the island." Lars nodded in agreement and followed.
At another part of the beach…
The waves washed up on two more bodies as Otto and Reggie got up.
"Did somebody get the number of that spin cycle?" Otto asked in a dazed tone. He was holding his head.
"Now I officially hate magikarp and gyarados!" Reggie yelled. She then calmed down. "At least we survived that one though. I wonder if Sam made it out ok."
"Forget about him, Reg! We got more important things to worry about, like getting off this deserted island, right Twister?" Otto looked around. "Twist? Hello!" Reggie looked around too. The third member of the trio was nowhere to be found!
"Oh crap! Twister's gone!" She yelled.
"Oh man… You don't think he…" Otto trailed off as he turned to the ocean.
"No way! He got out alive!" Reggie said. "We just gotta find him…" Her eyes widened as she looked at her poké ball belt. "One of my pokémon is missing!" Alarmed, Otto looked at his own belt.
"Aw crap! My weezing's missing too!"
"And what's worse is that we can't contact Raymundo! He's totally gonna kill us for what happened on the S.S. Pineapple!"
"Actually, we can call him." Otto pointed at a nearby phone booth.
"Alright, Rocket Boy!" Reggie cheered. "Oh wait… We don't have any change." She slapped her head.
At yet another part of the beach…
Pikachu is seen walking along the beach when it came across a couple of spheres in the sand.
"Pika? O.O;;;;; PIKA!!!! CHU, PI KA, CHA!!!!"
(Me: God! Stop your cussing! This fic isn't supposed to have a lotta swearing! Anyway, for the sake of avoiding confusion, I'll activate my brand-spanking-new poké translator.)
"Pikachu… Pi—you stupid idiot author! Hey! My words are readable! Cool!" Pikachu said in a voice that closely resembled Sam's.
(Me: Yeah, yeah. Get back to the fic already.)
"Alright. Anyway, one of these poké balls is Sam's and the other two belong to that other guy." He ran up to them and pressed them. "Come on out!" The poké balls opened and revealed Sam's growlithe and Lars' treecko & wartortle. They all looked disheveled.
"Ouch… What happened, mate?" Growlithe asked in a voice that resembled Trent's.
"I don't know, but I bet it has to do with that tiny little shrimp of a trainer!" Wartortle yelled in a voice that resembled Lars'. "I want some answers now!"
"Yeah! What happened?" Treecko asked in a voice that resembled Twister's.
"First of all, it wasn't Sam's fault!" Pikachu replied. "Second, you were there, Wartortle, so you shouldn't be talking, unless your memory's that screwed up!" Wartortle looked the other way. "And third, a bunch of gyarados attacked us and blew us to wherever we are."
"So, we don't have trainers anymore?" Growlithe asked worriedly.
"Freedom!" Treecko cheered.
"Very funny, genius." Wartortle scoffed. "The boss and that dork must still be alive. We gotta find them."
"Aw! But why can't we be free!?" Treecko pouted.
"Because we can't survive on our own!" Pikachu started, annoyed at Treecko's ignorance. "We'd die from starvation! Do you really want to go through that pain?" Treecko shuddered at the mental image.
"Ok. You're right…"
"How do we find them?" Growlithe asked.
"Duh! We just look around the island until we come across our trainers." Wartortle said rudely. Growlithe growled at him.
"Look! There's someone we can ask!" Pikachu said excitedly as he ran over to a rock followed by Wartortle. The one on the rock was a slowpoke. "Excuse me, we're lost. Can you tell us where we are?" The slowpoke didn't pay any attention.
"Hey! He asked you a question!" Wartortle yelled. Slowpoke still didn't pay any attention. It instead backed up and dipped its tail in the water as if it was fishing. Wartortle slapped his head. "What's the deal with this thing?!"
"Hmmmm… Now what was it Sam said about slowpokes?" Pikachu asked himself. He then snapped his tiny fingers. "Now I remember! They take a really long time to respond to anything, even pain!"
"So this thing's a retard?"
"In a matter of speaking." Pikachu nodded.
(A/N: No offense to anybody!)
Wartortle slapped his head again.
"Guess we're on our own then." The two pokémon turned towards the other two, who were sitting under the shade of a couple of palm trees.
"This is pretty peaceful, huh?" Growlithe asked.
"Yeah." Treecko replied.
"Come on, you two. We gotta go into the forest." Wartortle said as he and Pikachu walked up to them.
"Says who?" Treecko challenged lazily.
"Says me, ya little brat! Or did you forget who's the boss's best pokémon!?" Pikachu and Growlithe sweatdropped.
"Enough! We got more important things to worry about, ya know!" Pikachu yelled.
"Yeah! Let's go already!" Growlithe added. The four pokémon then walked deep into the island's forest.
Later that night…
The pokémon are seen walking through the forest. Pikachu is holding a torch that was lighted by Growlithe.
"Sam… Where are you?" He asked out loud.
"Maybe he and the boss got eaten by wild pokémon." Treecko said. The other pokémon glared at him.
::WHAM!::
"What the hell's your problem, you lame-o!?" Wartortle yelled as he and the other pokémon whaled on Treecko. "They didn't get eaten! They're lost and we're gonna find them! Got it!?"
"Alright! Alright!" Treecko responded. The other pokémon got off him. He had lumps all over his head. Nearby in a bush, Twister, Arbok, and Weezing were watching.
"So they got through that cyclone too?" Twister asked himself before grinning. "This is perfect. I'll get all the credit for catching Pikachu." He then made himself known by jumping into view.
"Surrender now, pokémon!" He demanded. Surprised, the pokémon turned towards him. "Team Rocket grinds rails at the speed of the light! Surrender now or prepare to face me in Hockey!"
"Oh, it's just Twister." Pikachu said. The other pokémon went back to their conversation. Twister fell over.
"Whaddya mean 'it's just me!?'" He yelled. He blinked. "Hey wait! I can understand them?"
(Me: Duh! You're playing as Meowth, remember?!)
"Oh yeah! Anyway, go get 'em!" Twister ordered Arbok and Weezing while pointing forward. The two pokémon didn't do anything though. "Huh?" He turned towards the pokémon. "I said 'go get 'em!'" He pointed towards Sam and Lars' pokémon again.
"You ain't the boss of me." Arbok said in a voice that resembled Reggie's.
"Wha?" Twister was taken aback.
"You heard her! You can't tell us what to do!" Weezing yelled in a voice that resembled Otto's. "Only our bosses can!"
"Hey! We're on the same side here!" Twister retorted.
"Too bad. We don't do what you say and that's that." Arbok said.
"So what's it gonna be, Twister?" Pikachu started. He, Growlithe, and Lars' pokémon glared at the costumed kid.
"You sure you wanna take on all of us?" Wartortle added. Growlithe and Treecko took fighting stances.
"Aw come on! I'm outnumbered!" Twister said before turning to Arbok and Weezing. "Can't ya guys help?" He fell over when he saw them drinking soda. He then turned to the other pokémon and crossed his arms. "I guess I can let ya go and call it a tie."
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"So what were you guys doing?" Pikachu asked. The pokémon were sitting around a fire, eating some fruit.
"We were looking for our bosses." Arbok replied.
"We got separated, but Twister found us and released us from our poké balls." Weezing explained.
"We're looking for our trainers too." Growlithe said.
"We'll find our bosses." Wartortle added.
"I betcha they ditched us." Treecko said. Wartortle promptly tossed an apple at him. Arbok and Weezing gasped.
"Ditched us?" Arbok repeated glumly. She turned to Weezing. "Maybe us too!"
"Ditched?" Weezing repeated.
"They would never do that!" Pikachu defended.
"Yeah! And stop saying stuff like that, Treecko!" Growlithe yelled. Treecko crossed his arms.
"Hey, I'm just being realistic."
"You're being a pain is what you are." Wartortle said.
"Hey! I'm starving over here! Are ya gonna let me go or what?!" Twister suddenly yelled. He was tied up to a tree.
"Are ya gonna apologize for what you put Sam through?" Growlithe asked.
"Yeah right! I ain't gonna apologize to some pokémon, especially one that belongs to the Squid!"
"Then ya get no food." Growlithe responded and immediately stuffed his face.
"Aw give me a break!" Twister complained. Just then, the ground shook. Everybody looked ahead and screamed as a gigantic aggron was pushing its way through the trees towards the pokémon! They ran away.
"Wait! Someone untie me!" Twister pleaded. He sighed with relief when he saw Pikachu untying the ropes. When he was freed, he ran without saying a word of thanks. Pikachu looked up at the sky.
"I hope you're alright, Sam." He ran off to join the others.
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"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!" Sam and Lars screamed as they ran. A giant zapdos was flying high above them, shooting massive lightning bolts. They dove to avoid a bolt that got close to them.
"Aw man! What was that thing!?" Sam yelled as the bird flew away.
"I think that's one of the legendary pokémon." Lars replied.
"And why is it so huge?"
"Who cares?! We better find a place to stay for the night!"
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"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!" Reggie and Otto screamed as they ran from another giant legendary pokémon. This time, a moltres. It was launching flames that made our villains jump up in an attempt to avoid them, although the fire never came close to reaching them.
"What the hell is that thing?!" Otto yelled.
"I don't wanna find out!" Reggie yelled back. Just then, they crashed into a sign. The giant bird of fire flew away as the siblings fainted.
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"Hey! We got the same voice!" Treecko said to Twister. The pokémon were at a mini restaurant run by the slowpoke that was at the beach. Pikachu, Growlithe, and Wartortle were trying to calm down Arbok and Weezing, who were bawling over their trainers.
"Yeah! It's like, totally Matrix!" Twister replied.
(A/N: Try to guess which movie I stole that line from!)
The next day…
The pokémon, with the exception of Twister, were sleeping within Arbok's coils. The Meowth look-alike was resting against a nearby tree. A bubble was coming out of his nose. Pikachu was the first one to wake up.
"It's morning." He said to himself.
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"Ugh! I thought morning would never come!" Lars yelled. He and Sam spent the night in a cave. Needless to say, the kid in the gray hat didn't enjoy it one bit.
"¬.¬ Well, it wasn't exactly four stars for me." Sam grumbled. They both got ready to resume the search.
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"Sun's up." Reggie said as she and Otto woke up.
"That means…" Otto started.
"We better run for cover!" They both finished as they started running towards the beach.
"Hey, where are we going?" Otto asked.
"We're going back to the phone booth to make a call." Reggie replied.
"But we don't have any money." Otto reminded as the two entered the phone booth from yesterday.
"I know that, but there's one number we can always call for free." Reggie picked up the phone and dialed zero. "Hello, Operator? I would like to put this call through collect."
"Who'd accept the charges?" Otto asked.
"Hello, Boss?"
"DAD!?!"
"Reggie? Is that you? Oh thank God. I thought you guys went down with the S.S. Pineapple." A relieved Ray said on the other end. "Is Otto and Twister with you?"
"Well Otto is, but we can't find Twister. We're trying to find him now." Reggie replied.
"Ok. So how did things go on the ship? Did ya get me any pokémon?" The female Rocket looked nervous as she got ready to answer.
"Uhhh… We'll tell ya all the details, but first, we have to do the motto."
"What?"
"Prepare for trouble!" Reggie started.
"Yes, and make it double!" Otto continued.
"To protect the world from shoobies!"
"To unite all surfers within our nation!"
"To denounce the evils of major beefs!"
"To get huge air in the stars above!"
"Reggie!"
"Otto!"
"Team Rocket grinds rails at the speed of light!"
"Surrender now or prepare to face us in Hockey!"
"Look! I'm glad you guys are alive, but if you're just gonna recite that motto of yours, don't bother me!" Ray yelled before hanging up.
"Well, that idea stunk. The phone didn't help us." Otto said.
"But it will…" Reggie said, getting an idea.
With the pokémon…
"Sam!" Pikachu and Growlithe's voices echoed around the forest. Sam and Lars' pokémon were walking with Team Rocket's pokémon behind them.
"Boss!" Wartortle and Treecko's voices echoed as well.
"Gone. All gone." Weezing said sadly.
"We'll find them!" Arbok reassured. Twister was walking between them with his arms behind his head.
With Sam and Lars…
"Pikachu! Growlithe!" Sam's voice echoed as he walked.
"Wartortle! Treecko!" Lars' voice also echoed as he followed.
"Reggie! Otto! Twister!"
"Ugh!" Lars slapped his head.
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"You gotta be kidding me." Otto grunted. He and Reggie were pulling on the phone wire, dragging the phone booth along the dirt. "Why are we doing this again, Reg?"
"If we follow this cable, we'll find the phone company and they can help us out." Reggie replied while grunting. "Plus, we won't get attacked as long as we stay in this booth."
"Yeah, but my arms are killing me!"
"You could always use a workout." Reggie commented.
"Are you calling me scrawny?" Otto asked, narrowing his eyes.
"So what if I am?" Before another fight can begin, Reggie exclaimed, "Look!" Ahead of them was a very welcome sight, which was walking towards them.
Pikachu.
"It's the rat!" Otto yelled.
"And it's all alone!" Reggie squealed.
"This is too good to be true!"
"Let's go!" Reggie yelled and the two ran out of the phone booth, cable in hand.
"Come to us, Pikachu!" They both yelled. The pokémon got closer to them when they discovered that it wasn't Sam's pikachu at all. It started getting bigger. The siblings' eyes widened.
"Oh—" Reggie started.
It got bigger.
"My—" Otto supplied.
And bigger!
"GOD!" They both yelled. Pikachu towered over them! It was at least a hundred feet tall!
"It's GODZILLACHU!!!" Otto and Reggie jumped out of the way as the giant pikachu squashed the phone booth and walked off.
"It really was too good to be true!" Otto yelled before laying his face in the dirt.
With Sam and Lars…
"What's that thing!?" Sam yelled. Before them was a giant typhlosion. It roared and launched a Flamethrower attack at them. The two trainers jumped behind a rock.
"I've never seen a typhlosion before, but I know that they're not that big!" Lars said.
With the pokémon…
"Who's that pokémon!?" Pikachu asked, grinning. They were all looking at the back of a giant shell. The other pokémon glared at him.
"Bad." Twister said. "Anyway, I think that's a blastoise, Squirtle's last form."
"Yo! Talk to it!" Treecko said, pushing Wartortle towards Blastoise.
"What!? Why me?!" The turtle protested.
"It's in the same evolutionary line as you, so it makes sense." Pikachu said, nodding his head while standing in a thinking pose.
"Nobody asked you, ya little rat!"
"I resent that!"
"Big deal!"
"Look! Will ya shut up and just go talk to it already!?" Growlithe yelled, ramming Wartortle forward.
"Alright! Sheesh!" Wartortle yelled as he got up. He turned to the massive turtle. "Hey dude!" The huge blastoise turned towards him. The smaller turtle gulped.
"Uhhh… Know where we can find some hot turtle chicks?" The other pokémon fell over.
"We're not here for a date! Ask him to tell us how we can get outta here!" Arbok yelled.
"God!" Wartortle yelled, turning back to Blastoise. "Ignore her. It's her time of the month."
"WHAT!?"
"Anyway, do you know how to get off this island?" Wartortle was answered with Blastoise firing gigantic streams of water out of its twin cannons at him.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The pokémon yelled as they ran. They got as far as a rocky hill when the ground started shaking. A huge sceptile was walking by.
"That's Treecko's last form." Twister said. He and the other pokémon were standing behind a rock.
"Is that so?" Wartortle asked with an evil grin as he turned towards Treecko, who gulped. "It's payback time, sucka! Go talk to it!" Treecko shook his head as he walked backwards.
"N-N-No way! Why should I do it!?" He asked.
"For one thing, the both of you are in the same evolutionary line." Pikachu said. Treecko growled while Wartortle had a smile on his face.
"You heard him! You and that giant sceptile are like family!"
"Hell no! I have no family!"
"You're gonna go and that's that!" Wartortle yelled, pushing Treecko forward.
"No! Wait! I don't wanna!" Treecko wailed.
"God! Let him go already!" Weezing yelled.
"Why should I!?" Wartortle shot back.
"The sceptile is long gone, for one thing." Growlithe said. Treecko and Wartortle looked ahead. The giant pokémon was indeed gone. Wartortle fell over and cried while Treecko cheered.
"What a baby." Pikachu observed, shaking his head.
"Hard to believe they're my brother's pokémon, huh?" Twister said to Weezing and Arbok, who nodded.
With Team Rocket…
"This is the worst day of my life!" Reggie yelled as she and Otto ran. A giant scyther was stomping after them.
"Come on! The day hasn't been so bad!" Otto yelled back. He was holding the phone cable from earlier.
"'Hasn't been so bad!?' This is your fault, ya know!"
"My fault!?"
"If you didn't kick that stupid magikarp, we wouldn't have wound up on this island!"
"If I didn't kick it, we would've still been out at sea!"
"Are you saying I should be glad we're being chased by mutant pokémon!?" Reggie yelled.
"No… I'm saying shut up!" Otto retorted before looking ahead. "Look! A mine cart!" Indeed. Ahead of our villains is a mine cart that was between two platforms as if it was a roller coaster.
"Now we can get away!" Reggie cheered. The siblings ran up to the cart and jumped in. Otto pulled the brake and the cart started moving…backwards. The Rockets looked up with half angry, half exasperated looks.
"Otto?"
"Yes Reggie?"
"We're not going away from danger, are we?"
"Nope."
"Thought so."
It was then that they turned around to see the scyther coming closer!
"WE'RE GOING BACKWARDS!!!" They both screamed. They went under the giant scyther's legs, causing it to trip due to the phone cable. The cart dragged the pokémon.
"We gotta stop it!" Reggie yelled as she and Otto grabbed the brake. "One…"
"Two…" Otto continued.
"Three!" They both yelled as they pulled the brake, causing it to break! They sweatdropped and looked at each other.
"RUNAWAY TRAIN!!!"
With Sam and Lars…
"Ya know, Squid, there's one good thing about all this." Lars said happily as he and Sam ran.
"Oh? What's that?" Sam asked.
"Now I know that no matter what, I can never go through a more horrifying experience than this." They ran onto a stone bridge when they saw a giant—
"PIKACHU!!!"
"Ahhh!!!! Pikachu!" Sam gasped.
"Industrial sized!" Lars added.
"¬.¬ So, what was that you were saying about never having to go through a more horrifying experience?"
"Shut up." Lars sulked.
"Hey, what's that over there?" Sam asked, looking ahead. In the horizon, a dust cloud is seen. Sam and Lars didn't have enough time to contemplate the mysterious cloud for the bridge crumbled, sending our hero and his rival onto the rail cart, which just roped the huge pikachu.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" Team Rocket, Sam, and Lars yelled, pointing at each other.
"Now we got ya!" Otto yelled triumphantly.
"Now hand over Pikachu!" Reggie added. Sam grinned and pointed ahead of him. Team Rocket turned and screamed at the sight of the giant rat.
"NOT THAT ONE!" They both yelled.
"Well, it's nice to see you guys alive and well." Sam commented, causing everybody else to look at him weirdly. "So, where's Twist?"
"o.O We have no idea where Twister is." Otto replied, trying very hard to ignore the short version of their costumed companion's name that Sam used.
"What's that!?" Lars yelled. Everybody else turned and looked at a giant dust cloud that was caused by the giant typhlosion, blastoise, and sceptile from earlier. At their feet ran everybody's pokémon and Twister!
"Twister! Pikachu! Growlithe!" Sam yelled. He turned to Otto and Reggie. "Quick! Stop the cart!"
"We can't do that." Reggie said with a shrug.
"The brake's broken." Otto added, holding up the brake. Sam slapped his head.
"Man! How many times can you lame-os mess up in one day?!" Lars asked.
"What time is it?" Otto offered lamely.
"Look!" Reggie yelled. Everybody looked and noticed an oncoming loop in the track.
"Prepare for trouble and breakneck speed!" Otto yelled cheerfully.
"Make it double!" Reggie yelled just as cheerfully.
"And I hate roller coasters!" Sam yelled frightfully. The cart zoomed through the loop. "Stop the ride! Stop the ride! I wanna get off!" Luckily, the loop allowed the pokémon to catch up.
"Quick, you guys! Jump!" Lars yelled. Instantly, all the pokémon jumped into the cart. Pikachu & Growlithe landed in the dazed Sam's lap and hugged him affectionally. Wartortle & Treecko landed in Lars' waiting arms and they hugged each other. Arbok and Weezing lunged into the arms of the tear-filled Team Rocket.
"Aren't we forgetting someone?" Reggie asked, hugging her arbok lovingly.
"The third member of our team." Otto said, rubbing affectionally against Weezing.
"You mean me!?" Twister yelled excitedly as he popped up on the side of the cart. Reggie and Otto turned to him.
"Twist! You made it!" Otto yelled.
"Yeah!" Twister chuckled as he climbed in. Everybody immediately called back their pokémon.
"Whew! Thank God this torture is over!" Sam, no longer dazed, yelled.
"Yeah!" Lars cheered. Suddenly, the cable captured Typhlosion, Blastoise, and Sceptile. Everybody gasped.
"Oh man! Please give us some good luck!" Twister said, holding his hands in prayer.
"Knowing our luck, the cable will probably snap." Reggie remarked.
"That should happen…now." Otto said.
The cable snapped.
"Then, we'll be tossed into the air." Sam said, joining the conversation.
The cart hit a ramp and was sent soaring.
"Then, we'll probably crash into something." Lars said.
The cart crashed through the giant zapdos, causing nuts and bolts to be tossed.
"It's a fake?!" Twister yelled.
The zapdos robot then crashed into the dazed giant pokémon that were on the ground.
::BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!::
"And finally…" Otto started.
"We hit the water." Reggie added.
The cart plunged towards a huge lake.
"After a very long drop!!!" Sam yelled as everybody else screamed.
::SPLASH!!!::
Just then, a boat shaped like a gyarados came by. Inside is a group of tourists.
"Ladies and gentleman, welcome to Pokémon Land." The tour guide said. "Here, you'll see pokémon at over twenty times their normal size. Of course, the pokémon are robots, so they're nothing to worry about. If you'll look to your left—Wha?" The boat went past the damaged giants. The guide grinned nervously.
"We apologize, ladies and gentlemen, but our giant pokémon are temporarily out of order."
At the Rocket house…
::BRIIIIIIINNNNG! BRIIIIIIINNNNNNNG!::
"What is it?" Ray asked, picking up a normal phone. The person on the other end told him something. Ray's eyes widened.
"WHAT!? Pokémon Land has been totally destroyed!?" He slammed the phone down and clenched a fist.
"I spent millions on that place." He growled.
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Sam and Lars walked over a hill and gasped at the sight. Bright sands, huge waves, palm trees, plenty of people, and huge buildings filled the place. Pokémon banners decorated every single area. Signs showing where to finalize registration were posted everywhere. A grand stadium was seen on a hill.
They made it to Honolulu, the site of the Pacific League!!!
"Yes! I made it!" Lars cheered.
"Finally! I'll find out why I have been sent here!" Sam yelled, punching the air. Lars gave him a weirded out look before clearing his throat.
"Well Squid Dork, I guess our truce is over." He extended his hand
"Guess so." Sam said, taking Lars' hand. Lars smirked evilly and pushed Sam on the sand.
"I'm so gonna beat you! Later, MUCH!!!" The older kid laughed teasingly as he ran into the city. Sam picked himself up and grinned.
"We'll see who gets beaten. Let's go, Pikachu!"
"Pika!" Pikachu smiled before looking up shocked. "O.O PIKA!?"
(Me: What? You're back with Sam, so I turned off the poké translator.)
Pikachu sulked as Sam walked off towards the registration area. Hmmmmm… Whatever happened to that slowpoke?
At sunset…
"Ahhhhh… Slowpoke, slow…" Slowpoke sighed as it backed up on its rock to do more fishing. Suddenly, it slipped and landed head first in the water. When it emerged, a shellder holding a king's rock was clamped onto its head. Slowpoke glowed brightly. When the light dissipated, it was a brand new—
"Slowking." It said in a dignified tone as it bowed to the camera.
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A/N:
Will Sam survive the challenges the Pacific League has to offer? Find out next time!
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