Run away!

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Run Away!

Chapter 8: I Must Have An Earwax Buildup.

(A/N This takes place about two months after Ash's birthday. Just so no one's confused. Also, I have received reviews that say my story is 'too clean'. I would like to take this time to say that it is my goal to keep this story clean. So there will be no swearing or sexual reference. If you don't like that, then tough. IT'S MY STORY! NOT YOURS! Also, I'm looking for Okay then.) Everyone was there, Ash, Misty, Brock, May, Professor Oak, Gary, Tracey, Max, Lance, Steven, David, and even Mrs. Ketchum, fresh out of rehab. They were all eating, drinking, and being merry. Everything was going great. There was good food, great drinks, and everyone was merry. There was even one of those funny little moments when Ash told a joke and David laughed so hard his soda came shooting out of his nose. Yeah. Everything was priceless. Anyways, they were all celebrating the fact that Brock had proposed to May. Yeah. Two months can bring a lot of changes, just like the one coming up in about ten seconds for example. They were all sitting there digesting their food, when after about ten seconds, both Misty and May made the same announcement at the exact same time. "Attention everyone! I have great news! I just wanted to let everyone know that I'm pregnant!" Everyone fainted except for May, Misty, David, Max, and Mrs. Ketchum. Everyone else fainted, but for different reasons. Lance, Gary, Steven, and Professor Oak all fainted out of shock. While Ash and Brock both fainted because they were going to be fathers. Duh. Max and David were still conscious because they could have guessed it from a mile away. They had noticed May and Misty acting a little out of the ordinary lately. They saw Ash and Brock acting the same way and put three and fifteen together. Usually someone would put two and two together, but I thought three and fifteen sounded cooler. Moving right along, Mrs. Ketchum burst into tears. "I'm finally going to have a grandchild! Finally!" And with that, she too passed out, but because of joy. Meanwhile, David and Max were in hysterics. Misty scowled. "What's so funny you two?" David wiped tears from his eyes before answering. "We were just thing of what you two would look like when you're really fat and tired. The closest we can come are zombies who have each just swallowed a watermelon whole, and who each have a sense of fashion." With that he burst into laughter once more but had to duck a blow from both Misty's mallet and May's frying pan. Max and David, still in fits of laughter, leapt to their feet and dashed off with Misty and May close at their heels. After successfully knocking them both unconscious, Misty and May walked back to their seats and sat down just as Brock and Ash came too. Ash sat back up and looked at Misty. " I must have an earwax buildup. Did you just say you're pregnant?"

"Yes I am."

"So I'm gonna be a dad?"

"Yes you are."

"And you're going to be a mom?"

"Yes I am."

"I think I'm gonna faint."

And with that, he fainted.

On the other side of May, Brock sat back up and looked at May. "Are you really pregnant?"

"Yes I am."

"So I'm gonna be a dad?"

"Yes you are."

"And you're going to be a mom?"

"Yes I am."

"I think I'm gonna faint."

And with that, he fainted. (A/N I like being somewhat repetitive. So let's all take a break from writing or reading and give a cheer! YAY REPETITVENESS! Aren't I psychotic?) Everyone else had come too and sat up in their seats. Gary said, "So you guy finally did it?"

Misty looked bewildered. "What do you mean?"

"I had a bet running with the other guys in the Elite Four. I thought you guys were never gonna procreate." Steven straightened up. "Pay up guys! You both owe me $500!"

Misty looked stunned. "I'll pretend I didn't hear that."

Meanwhile, Tracey was doing a jig. May looked startled. "What's the matter Tracey? Ant's in your pants?"

"No. I was running a pool with Mrs. Ketchum and Professor Oak. We were betting on whether Brock would ever get married. I had forgotten about it until Gary just spoke up. I just made myself one grand! Heehaw!" May looked disgusted. "I'll pretend I didn't hear that."

So while the girls were pretending and the rest of the guests were either crying with sadness or joy, the husbands-to-be came too. Brock got up and saw complete pandemonium. Gary, apparently jealous of the fact that Steven was $1000 richer, had started a food fight. Very childish isn't it. Anyway, He saw Tracey throw some food into the air, and watched sail in a wide arch. He saw it getting closer and closer, until he realized that a pecan pie was sailing right at him. He was about to move, but he just wasn't quick enough. He fell back to the ground and remained there with a pecan pie in his face. Once again, he was unconscious. Ash got up just in time to see Lance throw a boiled egg straight at Misty. He grabbed two donuts, dived sideways in front of Misty, took an egg to the face, and retaliated with two donuts spun like ninja stars. Lance never knew what hit him. Brock popped back up and grabbed May by the hand, while Ash grabbed Misty's hand. They both whisked them out of the Elite Four cafeteria, all the while saying, "Protect the package!" Ash and Misty said goodbye to Brock and May, then they hopped on their bikes and pedaled home. Upon reaching their house, Misty walked upstairs to take a nap, while Ash sat down to play Mario and Luigi: Superstaryu Saga on his Gameguy Advanced. After losing to the first and therefore easiest boss twenty times, Ash decided to take a break from playing video games on his Gameguy Advanced. So he decided to go for a walk downtown. His stroll was pretty uneventful. The only really interesting part of his walk came when he passed the Pallet Town Mental Ward. Two things happened. The first of which was when a man ran out of the ward yelling, "I'M FREE! OH HAPPY DAY! Say there young man, do you know if it's going to pancake on Thursday? Oh never mind. My purple underwear tells all."

"You're joking right?"

"What makes you think that I'm joking? Though I heard a very good joke while vacationing on Jupiter. Would you like to hear it?"

"I'll pass. Thanks though."

"You're very welcome! COFFEE IS NATURE'S FAVORITE COAT! Now if you'll excuse me, I must be going now. I'm expected to except the Nobel Prize in half an hour. I'll be sure to mention you in my acceptance speech. I never forget an organ donor." Two men came running out of the ward and grabbed the man by the shoulders. He was dragged back inside while rambling about elastic milk. The second odd but never the less interesting event was when an ambulance drove up to the ward a few seconds later. Two men got out of the ambulance, which is the only car in the world of Pokemon besides motorcycles, which the police drive, and walked to the back. They opened the doors and pulled a man out. He instantly started crying out in rage. "Unhand me! I'm just as sane as the next man! You have no proof that I'm psychotic! I know that man right there! He can verify that I'm sound in the head! Ash! Tell them I'm not a nut!" Ash took a closer look and realized that it was David they were attempting to take away. "I do know that man! He's as sound as I am! What makes you think he's insane?" One of the men turned and answered. "There were reports that he was unconscious in the cafeteria at the Indigo Plateau. When we arrived to treat him, he woke up and started rambling about being beaten by two pregnant ladies. He said he was famous and that there was another man who had been beaten up along with him. But he was the only person in the cafeteria. We were going to let him go, but then he started mumbling about how he had had a very traumatic childhood and that he was going to go get therapy. When we questioned him about this, he said he had been locked in a storm cellar, beaten by a mallet, and forced to wear woman's clothing. It was about that time we realized he was sick in the head."

"No sir. I can verify that what he says is true. If you'd like, I can bring the ladies who beat him to you. He is completely and totally sane." The two men looked at each other and then one of them grabbed Ash by the arm. "Come on. You can join your friend here at the happy house."

"Wait a minute! I'm the Pokemon Master! I demand a phone call."

"Right. Of course you're the Pokemon Master. And I'm Professor Oak. Come on." Ash was led away by the man. They were taken inside and put in separate rooms. Ash looked around and found himself in a padded cell. "Just great. Misty is going to have a heart attack when she hears about this. Ash would have called her on his cell phone, but they had taken away all objects on his person when they brought him in. He sat in the corner and waited for someone to come and get him out. After a little while, a man came in and put him in a straightjacket. It was 'for his own safety' the man had said. After two hours of sitting there in silence, Ash decided to pass the time by singing a song. So when someone came by to check on him, he was half way through the second verse of 'The Twelve Days Of Christmas'. "Man. They just seem to get more and more crazy. The last cell I went by, the guy was naming off all of the Pokemon, and now this guy was singing Christmas carols." Ash had finished that song and gone through thirty-seven more songs before someone came to get him out. He was sitting there singing away when the door opened. "It's a small world after all. It's a small world after… Oh hello Misty. What took you so long?"

"Ash! Are you okay? I was so worried! You didn't leave a note! There were no messages on the phone! I had no clue where you were! I was about to call the police when May came by. She said she had been walking over to see me when she saw you being dragged into the Mental Ward! I came over as fast as possible. May's downstairs explaining how what you said was true! Come on. Lets go home."

"You don't know how much I've wanted to hear those words."

They walked downstairs and saw May talking and making gestures with her hands that made it look like she had an invisible baseball bat. Ash walked up to her and mumbled under his breath, "Be careful. If you say the wrong thing, they lock you up." With that, he and Misty walked out of the building and headed home. Upon reaching home, Ash sat down at the computer and started playing Unreal Tournament 2004. After fifteen minutes of gun-shooting-capture-the-flag-action, Misty walked in. "Whatcha doing?"

"Playing Unreal Tournament 2004."

"Looks somewhat fun. How do you play?"

"I'm kinda busy right now."

"When you're done, can I have a turn?"

"Are you serious?"

"Yes."

"Okay. You can have a go." Ash got up and Misty sat down. That's pretty obvious but it had to be said. She learned the basic controls in about two minutes, and then the fun began. "Oooh! I like this gun! It's pretty good."

"Yeah. That's one of my favorites."

"Hey look. That guy's running away from me!"

"People tend to do that in online play."

"But why do people run away?"

"They don't want to be reduced to nothing."
"Look. That guy just jumped off a cliff to get away from me."

"You know Misty, you're the first girl I've ever known who likes video games."

"It's weird, but all my stress seems to just float away."

"And then a new batch of stress comes up when you get stuck on one level."

"If you say so."

"I'm gonna go watch T.V. Have fun making players run for their digital lives."

"I will."

Ash walked out of the computer room and into the T.V. room. He sat down on the sofa and turned on the evening news. He was shocked at the main story. "Pokemon Master Ash Ketchum was taken to a mental ward earlier today. Sources say that he spent a total of five hours there until his wife came to take him home. The Elite Four is releasing no information at this time to either verify or decline the numerous statements that Mr. Ketchum has been mentally ill for some time now. Though one unnamed member stated that 'He has always been somewhat unstable. He should be taken out of the Elite Four.' If this were to happen, Elite Four member Gary Oak would become Pokemon Master. The sanity of Mr. Ketchum is under question and the Elite Four will investigate the claims further. Rumors of an upcoming psychological physical for the Pokemon Master are circulating the Pokemon League. In other news, a giant duck tape sculpture of a banana was completed today, setting a new world record. Lets go live to our correspondent Bernie Alfreddo. Bernie?" Ash turned off the T.V. and sat there for a moment, taking it all in. "Oh boy. Works gonna be so much fun tomorrow."

"It's good to see you so enthusiastic about your job!" Misty said, walking into the room.

"Sarcasm is a foreign language to you, isn't it Misty?"

"What are you talking about?" Ash turned on the T.V. and rewound to the report about him, thanks to the wonderful world of TiVo. Misty watched in silence. After the report was finished, Misty spoke up. "I think I know who the 'unnamed member of the Elite Four' is."

"No duh. Gary's just the kind of guy to do that. Plus, he is my rival."

"Oh well. Hey! I know what'll cheer you up! Lets watch a movie!"

"Okay. I'll get some popcorn." He got some popcorn. Duh. Then they sat down and watched the movie. Duh again. It was the movie David had given Ash on his birthday. It was pretty good. It was about this guy who wanted to become a world record holder for something. So he tried all these different things. Ash's favorite scene was at the end. The main character was having a chilidog-eating contest. He was going up against the world record holder for the most chilidogs eaten. They took turns watching each other down more and more chilidogs. The record holder scarfed down half a chilidog, then he turned green and fainted. The main character had to just eat one more chilidog and he would be champ. He looked about ready to barf. He was about ready to pass out when he remembered that inspirational quote that you always find in these kinds of movies, and gets a second wind. He consumes the chilidog and becomes a world record holder. Then the movie was over. "Oh man Misty! That movie was beautiful! Pass me a tissue."

Misty passed him a tissue. Duh, Duh, and Duh once more. He blew his nose. THE BIGGEST DUH IN THE WORLD! "Well Ash, It's pretty late. I'm going up to bed. Good Night."

"I'm getting pretty tired as well. I think I'll turn in also. But you know what Misty, I can't help but feel like I forgot something." Meanwhile, at the Pallet Town Mental Ward, David was curled up in a corner. "I know Ash will come and get me soon. I saw him leave with Misty. They must be filling out the paper work to get me out of here. It must be a lot of paper work though, to take up six hours. Oh well. I'll just sing a song to pass the time.

Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall, ninety-nine bottles of beer.

If one of those bottles should happen to fall, there'd be ninety-eight bottles of beer on the wall."

Ninety-eight bottles of beer later, David looked up at the ceiling and fell asleep. He dreamed about being chased around in his underwear by a huge purple ant in a pizza spaceship. He woke up and smiled. "If that was what I thought reality was, I definitely would be crazy. BUT I'M NOT!" With that, he rolled over and fell asleep. Back at Ash's house, Misty woke up and looked at a still sleeping Ash. She got up, tiptoed downstairs, and got on the computer. For some reason, she really enjoyed playing Unreal Tournament 2004. Maybe it was because after Ash had made her stop hitting people with her mallet unless there was a good reason, this game was a good way to channel her stress. Plus it was nonviolent. To real people that is. Anyway, she got online and started creaming people right away. After everyone left owing to the fact that no one stood a chance against her, she decided to see if there was any place where she could pulverize pixels with people on her own level of skill. She spotted a championship that was going to be held next week. The winner would get a small cash prize and move on to the regional competition. If you win that, you'd get a slightly larger cash prize and move on to nationals. If you won that, you'd get a very large cash prize and move onto the international championship. You'd play against the best of the best from Hoenn, Orre, and Johto. If you won that, you'd be the international champ and you'd get $50,000 bucks. She thought she might at least try, seeing as she didn't need to worry about work, seeing as she temporarily resigned until further notice, seeing as she was pregnant. That's a lot of seeing. The only problem would be that Ash would want her to stay home and rest. She thought for a while on how to persuade him and came up with the easiest solution. Butter him up through his one weakness, and then spring the question on him. His one weakness, which she had exploited countless times before, was his stomach. Ash awoke to the smell of pancakes. He sped downstairs because Misty's pancakes were to die for. He zoomed into the kitchen and jumped into his chair. Misty placed a mountain of buttered and syrup covered pancakes in front of him. She walked over to the stove and came back just as Ash consumed the last of the pancakes. She whisked away the sticky plate and put a large plate of scrambled eggs in front of him. Then came the waffles, oatmeal, toast, sausages, French toast, and cereal. After Ash had consumed all of this, he was extremely lethargic. Misty knew that this was the perfect time to ask. "MayIpleaseentertheUnrealTournamentchampionshipthattakesplacenextweek?"

"What did you say?"

"May I please enter the Unreal Tournament championship that takes place next week?"

"Umm…okay."

"Thanks." She realized that Ash hadn't taken in anything she had said. He had just agreed because he thought he should. "Oh well. What he doesn't know won't hurt him." She thought.

The week passed without anything really interesting happening. David had been reported missing and Ash realized that he had forgotten about David and went over to the mental ward to get him. After being shouted at for an hour by David, Ash had come home just in time to see Misty pedaling off. He was still on his bike, so he followed her. After pedaling for a couple of minutes, he came to the Pallet Town Convention Center. He looked at the sign and saw that it read 'Unreal Tournament 2004 Pallet Town Championship Today!' He walked inside into the main lobby, which was also the registration room. He walked towards the main room where Misty was playing currently, but the receptionist behind the counter stopped him. "I'm sorry sir. You have to register before you can go in."

"I'm just here to watch. My wife is playing."

"Name?"

"Misty Ketchum."

"Your first name is Misty?"

"No. That's my wife's name."

"What's your name sir?"
"Ash Ketchum."

"Wait here." She got up and walked over to Misty. She talked to her for a second and Misty flinched. Misty slowly turned to look towards him. She caught sight of him and turned pale. She gave a guilty grin and waved at him. The receptionist came back over to him. "She says she knows you. Here's a spectator badge. Wear this at all times. Have a nice day."

He put on the sticker she handed him and walked over to Misty. He arrived just in time to see her win the match. "So, you weren't thinking of telling me you were going to come here by any chance, were you?"

"But I did."

"When?"

"Remember a week ago when I made you that really big breakfast?"

"Yes."

"Well. I asked you if I could attend this championship while you were in a food induced stupor. You agreed."

"Fine. Nothing I can do now. I guess I'll just watch you play."

"Wouldn't that be doing something?"

"You know what I mean."

"If you say so."

Ash stood behind her as she played against another competitor. One by one, she beat them all until, "Ladies and Gentlemen! We have our champion! I give you Misty Ketchum! Misty. You'll receive the $100 dollar prize and move on to the regional competition. Congratulations!" Misty took her check and walked over to Ash. "The regional competition takes place next week. I'll need to go to Pewter City, unless you want me to drop out."

"It's okay. You can still enter. But from now on, you should ask me these things when I'm not in a food induced stupor."

"Okay. I guess I can live with that."

And so the week passed. Misty blew away the competition and moved onto nationals. After a month of waiting, she traveled with Ash to Celadon City, where she wiped the floor with the competition. Then she had to wait for another month, and then they traveled to Cinnabar Island, where the International Unreal Tournament 2004 Championship would take place. They arrived at the Convention Building and Misty signed in. "So what are you thinking Misty?"

"It's a good day to die." Misty took out the Orre Champion and went on to the finals against the Hoenn Champion. It was going to be a long and bloody battle, but only one person could come out on top. Misty sat down and put one hand on the mouse while the other danced across the keyboard. 'The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly' was playing in the background. (A/N that's one of my all time favorite songs. You've heard it before, even if you've never heard the name. It's the song they play a lot in western scenes when two people are having a showdown on the street. Also, if you're wondering why I'm going off on this little ramble about Misty's addiction to Unreal Tournament, so am I. But seriously, one of the reasons is that it was the best way to incorporate one of my favorite lines, 'It's a good day to die.' Seriously though, the reason will become clear really soon. Until then, guess. Seriously.) After what seemed like an eternity, Misty cornered and shot her opponent. The cheers from the crowd were deafening. Ash jumped up and down, losing any dignity he might have had. Then Ash ran to congratulate Misty. "Congratulations Misty! You won!"

"That would explain why they're all cheering."

"You'd better go and receive your trophy!"

"I guess you're right."

Misty walked up on stage. After a long speech, she was awarded her trophy and her check for $50,000. Ash walked up to Misty after it was over, kissed her, and then they made their way outside. They made their way home via Ash's Lapras. When they arrived at their house, Misty walked upstairs and fell asleep from exhaustion. Ash, meanwhile, was checking his e-mail. He finished and decided to sit and think. He thought long and hard, and eventually, and idea popped into his head. He ran upstairs to tell Misty, who had woken up and was reading a magazine. "Hey Misty. I was thinking."

"Call the press! It's a miracle!"

"Very funny. Anyway, I realized that you won $55,000 dollars from all of the tournaments you competed in. Add that to our winnings from being in the Elite Four and we've saved up over $575,000!"

"I don't see where this is going."

"We have how many bedrooms in this house?"

"One."

"How many bathrooms?"

"One."

"And we have a kitchen, a T.V. room, and a computer room."

"I still don't see where this is going."

"If we're going to have a ba…"

"What do you mean, we?"

"If you're going to have a baby, we're going to need more room. So I'm thinking we should buy a new house."

"The one time you have a thought, it's one that's really expensive. Just like you Ash."

"What do you think?"

"I say we should look around. How far would you like to move if we can't find a house in Pallet?"

"Probably to Viridian."

"Sounds good."

"Okay then. I'll start looking tomorrow."

"Rushing things a bit, are we?"

"What do you mean?"

"We have to figure out how much we're willing to spend first of all."

"Good point."

After three months of looking for a new house, Ash finally found a house that would suit their needs and look good at the same time. He took some pictures of the house and then showed them to Misty. "My Ash. You have really bad taste."
"I married you, didn't I?"

"Good point."

"Besides from the bright purple paint in every room, what do you think?"

"I think it's good. It's gonna need some work though."

"Goody."

"What do you mean?"

"You're seven months pregnant. Do you really think you can get up on a ladder or bend down all day long?"

"Yet another good point."

"But I'll do it."

"So we agree then? This is the house we want?"

"Yes. This is the house were going to buy."

And so they bought the house. Obviously. After moving in all of their belongings, Ash set to work on renovating the house. Misty just sat and helped in her own special way.

"You need more paint right there."

"Okay."

"You missed a spot over there."

"I haven't gotten there yet."

"So you missed it."

"I guess."

"Oh well. Finish that spot and then go paint over there. After that, you need to go plant the flowers out front while the paint dries. Then you can come back in and put on the second coat."

"Are you planning to let me have breakfast at all today?"

"It's almost noon. It's too late for breakfast."

"I see. How about lunch?"

"Maybe after you plant the flowers."

"You know Misty, I've heard of a backseat driver before, but never a backseat renovator."

"I'm a visionary."

"Right. And I have an IQ of 200."

"You wish."

"I think you're becoming somewhat grumpy. Maybe you should go take a nap."

"I think I will. But when I wake up, I expect the flowers to be planted and the second coat of paint on the house."

"I'll try."

"There is no try. Only succeed or fail. But no try."

"Umm…Okay. Have a good long nap."

"I will. See ya later."

"See ya."

And so it went, day by day. Ash worked harder, and Misty became fatter. After two months of hard work on Ash's part, the house was finally up to Misty's standards.

"Good job Ash. Let's celebrate by going to a movie tonight."

"Fine with me. Anything you want to see? Preferably something with lots of soft music and no bright lights."

"Umm…let me think. There's a new chick-flick that just came out. But I don't think you'd want to…"

"Great! We can go after dinner."

"O…kay."

"What do you mean?"

"Most guys I know would rather poke out their eyeballs then watch a chick-flick on their own free-will."

"I have my reasons for wanting to go."

"If you say so." And so he said so. After dinner that night, they made heir way to the local movie theater. Ash acquired the tickets (He still didn't trust Misty with that job, seeing as she got the wrong tickets on purpose way back in chapter 3.) while Misty grabbed some snacks. They walked into the theater and sat down next to another couple. Ash glanced over at them to make sure they weren't saving seats for anyone (It could happen.) and saw that they were none other than an extremely bored Brock, and an extremely fat May. "Hey guys! What are you doing here?"

"Hi Ash. Hi Misty. We're here because May wanted to see this movie."

"And you didn't?"

"Of course not. I'd rather poke out my eyeballs than watch a chick-flick on my own free-will."

Misty smirked. "Told you Ash."

"I know you did."

"So that means that I'm right sometimes."

"I never doubted it."

"If you say so."

"Wow May. You and Misty are both pregnant, but you're twice as fat as her."

"Oh yeah! I almost forgot to tell Brock. I went in for an ultrasound a little while ago, and I found out I'm having twins!" It took a second for what May had said to sink in. Then Brock fainted. When he came too after feeling May dump a soda down his back, May announced, "Two girls!" Brock fainted again, and once more he got a soda down his back. When he sat in his seat he muttered, "I'm really sticky now."

Misty meanwhile, was talking to May. "Congratulations!"

"Thanks. I'm just dreading delivery and having to look after two little kids. I have no experience. Unless you count when Max was born and I helped take care of him. But I never could figure out how to change a diaper."

"I'm sure you'll learn it soon enough. Brock has ten younger siblings you know."

"I know. It was a pain at the wedding. Some of them are still too young to drive. So transportation was a nightmare for Brocks family."

" I can imagine."

"Have you had an ultrasound?"

"No. Ash and I want it to be a surprise."

"Oh. Hey look! The trailers are starting."

Misty looked over at Ash and knew instantly why he wanted to come to this movie. The dim lighting of the movie and the absense of any loud noises made it a near perfect place to take a nap. So Ash napped, Misty and May watched the movie with great interest, and Brock kept trying to get himself loose from the seat and escape. After the movie was over, Misty woke Ash up and they said adieu to May and Brock and left the theater. Upon arriving home, Misty confronted Ash. "How come you fell asleep?"

"I was so tired I couldn't stay awake. Sorry."

"I hope you are! I was so embarrassed I almost…" Misty trailed off. Looking somewhat shocked.

"You almost what?"

"I don't feel good."

"Could you please clarify?"

"I think it's time."

"For what?"

"Think Ash. Meanwhile, I'll be half way to the hospital by the time you realize what I'm talking about."

"Wait a minute…AHHHHH! C'MON! WE GOTTA HURRY THEN!"

He dashed off. Misty followed behind at a slow walk. After walking for five minutes, Ash had run to the hospital, realized he had left Misty behind in his haste, and ran back to her. They walked for a while in silence, until they came to the hospital. After Misty was taken away, Ash walked to the waiting room. He sat there for what seemed like forever. He tried to kill time by reading some magazines, but they were all really boring. Then he tried to calm down in one of the chairs and maybe nod off, but the only way you could be comfortable in those chairs was if you were a contortionist. So finally, Ash decided to count the tiles on the ground. He had just gotten to 5,567 when Brock walked in. "Brock! What are you doing here?"
"May's having her babies. You?"

"Same here. Wow. What are the odds that we'd both see each other at the movies, and then both our wives would have their babies on the same day."

"Are you really asking me that?"

"No."

"Oh. It would really kill time if I had to figure it out."

"I know. We can play Rock, Paper, Scissors."
"Fine with me." And so an epic battle began between Ash and Brock. They fought for a long time, and eventually, Brock reined supreme. Ash was about to challenge Brock to a rematch when Nurse Joy walked in. "Mr. Ketchum?"

"Yes?"

"It's a boy."

"YEEHAW!"

"And a girl."

"What?"

"Didn't you know?"

"Know what?"

"Your wife had twins." Ash, like Brock had earlier that evening, fainted. Ash woke up a few minutes later to find Nurse Joy had left. "You okay Ash?"

"Just flabbergasted."

"Oh. Wow. Both our wives had twins. By the way, Nurse Joy told me to tell you that Misty's in room 519."

"Okay. See you later."

"Yup." Ash walked from the room, took the elevator up to the fifth floor, walked down the hall, found room 519, knocked, and after hearing Misty say, "Come in.", he went inside. Inside, Misty was sitting up in the bed, with two sleeping babies.

"Hey. How are you feeling?"

"Tired, exhausted, bushed, pooped, dog-tired, worn out, drained, weary, sapped, and weak." (A/N I love my Thesaurus.) "I take it you're low on energy."

"Yes."

"So what are you naming them?"

"Max and Taylor."

"Couldn't have thought of better names. I mean, they look just like a Max and a Taylor."

"Ash?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm tired. Could you do me a favor and just be quiet for a while?"

"Sure." So Ash sat down in a chair and half-heartedly read a magazine, while Misty slept peacefully with the newest members of the Ketchum family, Max and Taylor, sleeping on either side of her. Ash looked over at them and thought, "Dang. I should have brought the camera. That's a picture perfect moment if I ever saw one." And with that thought, Ash completely broke the mood and ended the chapter.

Chameleon Freak: Awww. They're so cute. Welcome to another edition of Inside The Authors Studio. My guest today is none other than Max. Welcome Max.

Max: Thanks. I'm delighted to be here Mr. Freak.

Chameleon Freak: So what questions do you have for me?

Max: Umm…I thought up a bunch of good ones. I wrote them all down. But I left them at my house.

Chameleon Freak: Okay. I deduce that there's a first for everything. But we still have some space to kill. So what do you want to do?

Max: We could sing a song.

Chameleon Freak: Like what?

Max: How about 'The Chicken Song'.

Chameleon Freak: Oooh! I love that song! But since the readers at home can't hear my abysmal singing, lets do it karaoke style!

Max: What do you mean?

Chameleon Freak: They read the words and then make up their own tune!

Max: All right.

Chameleon Freak and Max singing:

C. Is how you begin!

H. Is the second letter in!

I. I am the third!

C. Is the fourth letter in that bird!

K. We're fillin' in!

E. We're near the N!

Oh C-H-I-C-K-E-N!

That's how you spell chicken! Yeah!

Max: We are so totally awesome.

Chameleon Freak: Yeah! And nobody threatened to knock me unconscious! Today is all right! END OF DISCUSSION!