"Skeletons"
It was a large gathering. Bigger than they had hoped for in fact. There was electricity in the air too but that was from the excitement of the event, not the electrical Pokémon present.
"Ash Ketchum for President", yelled three quarters of the crowd. The rest of the creatures assembled cheered for Tracey Sketchit. As the clock approached nine the shouts grew to a frenzied pitch only to be suddenly silenced by the moderator.
Charizard stood on the dais. Before him, the first few rows of supporters singed and their posters incinerated. He was an equal opportunity fire Pokémon and his fiery bellow affected an equal number of Ketchum and Sketchit supporters. Charizard did not ask to be moderator. He was nominated and elected without his consent. Technically in a normal population, he would have been exempt, being Ash Ketchum's former Pokémon. But he smiled at the effect his command of silence produced satisfied that he could still do things his way and they would have to tolerate him. His fangs gleamed in the bright spotlights as his smile broadened, as he sensed where a certain human was with a certain ugly yellow Pokémon. They were going to get theirs one day and oh how they deserved it.
Total silence accomplished, the fire Pokémon returned to the situation at hand. Plenty of time later for that very necessary act of revenge. Perhaps he would even surprise them by returning to the Charific Valley without a word only to return to impart their punishment.
" Charizard. Chaa char char-", he began will a snicker, waiting for the Pokémon decoder developed by the late Professor Oak after the Battle City fiasco to switch on.
"- so I thank you all for coming out today. We gather here either in support or condemnation for one these two human candidates. In January 2005 one of these creatures will be inaugurated as the tenth President of the Council of Pokémon.
"Who will be left standing is up to you my fellow Pokémon. So without further delay, lets get ready to rummmbbbble...
" What do you mean that's not what we are here for. There is not going to be any fighting?! How else are we supposed to test the mettle of these puny- I'll keep the mike on as I please..."
A large hole appears in the front of the dais as a lone squirtle, Chief Organizer for the debate argues with the Pokémon. The crowd's cautious move is rewarded when half a second later, the water Pokémon is nothing more than ashes.
"Sorry Males and Females," Charizard states, "Apparently, the candidates are just going to talk all night." Charizard sighs as a much-subdued personality takes over. The two candidates hesitantly approach their respected podiums between the large red Pokémon.
" Candidate Ketchum, lets begin with you. Question number the first: If you were a Pokémon which Pokémon would you be." Exchanging a furtive glance with his running mate, Ketchum slowly responds.
"Um, Charizard, aren't you just supposed to ask political questions?"
"Sorry your time is up. Candidate Sketchit, would you care to answer the question or will you also evade it?"
" Thank you Charizard, I have-", Sketchit begins.
"- Wait a minute! I wasn't evading the question. It's a bad question and my campaign manager Gary said not to answer bad questions," Ketchum interrupts.
"Human Ketchum, you are out of order", Charizard roars releasing a cloud of chemical steam over the candidate. Ash pretends to find new fascination with his blue and red polo shirt as Tracey Sketchit continues with his response.
" Well before I was so rudely interrupted…"