RANDOM MISADVENTURES IN THE POKÉMON WORLD

Written by BansheeGirl

Disclaimer: None of the characters in this story belong to me. I will in this fanfic make several references to other books/movies/songs etc., which also are not my property. I am not making any money out of this! I write merely for your enjoyment!

VOLUME 3

Professor Oak spun on his heel and began walking into the forest. "Come Ash. We must not delay. Our enemies will be upon us soon."

A wide grin appeared on Ash's face. He leapt forward excitedly after the professor, thrilled at thought that he would once again be able to take part in a planet-saving mission, gaining all the credit, before going back to his everyday life in the television series pretending that nothing had ever happened.

Back on the road, Brock, Misty, Jessie, James and Meowth stood around aimlessly. "Hey!" Misty finally yelled into the trees, "What about us?!"

There was no reply for several moments. Suddenly Professor Oak re-emerged from the forest displaying an annoyed expression. "Oh, fine then. Come along, you little parasites."

Brock and Misty exchanged astonished looks. They were not used to seeing such a side to the professor. Not having anything better to do, they shrugged their shoulders and walked into the forest after the old man anyway. The three Team Rocket members remained on the road and looked to each other with questioning expressions.

"What the hell," Jessie muttered, and tailed the Twerps and their geriatric leader into the forest. James and Meowth considered heading in the opposite direction to the nearest town to audition for the community production of Fame, but upon realising that they had forgotten to rehearse their songs the night before decided they had better catch up with Jessie.

The seven beings traipsed through the forest for precisely two hours, forty seven minutes and three seconds. As this time period neared its finish, the Twerps and Team Rocket found themselves led into a small clearing. Dotted at several points around the circular clearing were red and white-spotted toadstools.

"We are safe here. As you can see, we are standing in a fairy ring," Professor Oak said, motioning his hand towards the toadstools, "And thus we are protected by very sacred and sparkly magic. You may sit."

"A fairy ring? You can't be seri-"

"JUST SIT!"

Professor Oak's guests immediately dropped to the ground, each placing themselves in various yoga positions. The old man himself planted his buttocks on a tree stump, and took a moment to rearrange his floor-length lab coat so that it would not get any creases in it as he sat.

"WAIT A SECOND!" Misty yelled, causing everyone to turn around very quickly to look at her. "Where has Pikachu been this whole time?"

Everyone looked around blankly. Even Professor Oak looked bewildered. It was indeed true that Pikachu had been missing for the past two chapters.

Suddenly a strange expression contorted itself onto Ash's face. Everyone stared at him confusedly, unbeknownst that a hidden voice was secretly speaking telepathically to his mind. Finally Ash himself began to speak. No one was aware that he was merely following instructions from the strange voice inside his head to broadcast a certain announcement. "Uh… he's been at his… uh… Alcoholics Anonymous meeting, remember?"

Misty, Brock, Jessie, James, Meowth and Professor Oak looked unconvinced. They knew that Pikachu was too stubborn to go to any sort of mediation group that would help him with his drinking problem.

An unexpected rustling came from some bushes to the side of the clearing, and Pikachu, -as if by some supernatural force-, appeared. He was wearing an Alcoholics Anonymous t-shirt. "Pi Pika-pi!" It said.

As Pikachu bounded over and plopped itself in Ash's lap, everyone finally seemed satisfied with the young Pokémon trainer's explanation for the electric rodent's absence. They re-settled themselves so that Professor Oak could begin his story.

Nobody saw a five-dollar note magically conjure itself in Ash's hand. He smiled to himself, and the author of this fic breathed a sigh of relief. She knew that when she had realised that she had completely forgotten to include the annoying yellow Pokémon in this fic, the only way to explain such an event without arousing suspicion in the other characters and indeed some readers was to bribe Ash, the Poekmon's own trainer, to explain Pikachu's non-attendance.

"As I mentioned before, Ash," Professor Oak began, "You happen to have stumbled across the One Camera. It is an ancient artefact that was brought into existence a couple of years ago…"

Professor Oak's tone suddenly became very serious, and the company before him looked around in awe as their very surroundings began to darken. Then they realised that a cloud had just temporarily blocked the sun. Before long it was nice and sunny again.

"But this is no ordinary artefact! This is an evil thing, and you must remember that, Ash."

Ash gulped. He just remembered that he had forgotten to turn the iron off before they packed up camp that morning.

"The One Camera is evil, and it was forged by someone I believe you have already met…"

"Who, us?" Ash asked.

Professor Oak rolled his eyes. "No, the leprechauns doing the Macarena behind you."

Ash turned around, searching for the dancing leprechauns. "Where? I don't see them!"

Brock and Misty sighed. "They're over there, Ash. Near that tree," Brock said knowingly.

Ash's eyes finally fell upon the small men in green clothing. He had to resist the urge to walk over and join in. The Macarena had always been a favourite of his.

"But you have also met the creator of the One Camera," Professor Oak continued, bringing everyone's attention back to him. "He goes by many aliases, but most know him as… Snap."

Both humans and Pokémon sitting in the fairy ring recoiled at the mention of the name. Snap.

"Snap! We met him back in Kanto!" Misty exclaimed, shuddering at the memory. "He was so annoying! He just went on and on about how great he was because one of his pathetic pictures got into some obscure magazine that nobody reads!"

"Yes. It seems you have truly experienced the wrath of Snap, the Annoying Photographer. Lord knows how long he can rant about his stupid photographs." Professor Oak stopped talking at the appearance of a brunette-haired girl beside him. She was holding out a platter of bread cut into little triangles with 100's & 1000's sprinkled on the top.

"Ah! The fairy bread!" He eagerly took several pieces. "Everyone, this is Hannah. She is the resident fairy of my fairy ring. She keeps watch and alerts me of any news in the forest. Mostly she just makes fairy bread though." The professor greedily shoved the bread into his mouth.

Everyone looked at Hannah as she walked around offering fairy bread to everyone. Though Professor Oak had called her the 'resident fairy', she was merely just a human in a fairy costume. On that note, her costume was quite revealing for that of a fairy, and she had pulled two annoying locks of hair deliberately out of her ponytail to fall down into her eyes. After Professor Oak snatched the last pieces of fairy bread off of the platter, Hannah walked away. Everyone noticed that she walked with a rather… accentuated sway of the hips. Everyone but Brock, who was too busy staring at her butt.

Hannah walked over to a tree stump. She lifted the top of the stump up, which was hinged onto one side. Revealing that the stump was hollow and actually led to a secret underground house, she jumped in. Everyone turned back to the professor.

"Anyway," he said, licking his fingers, which had become smeared with many different colours from the 100's and 1000's on the fairy bread. "The One Camera is the bane of Snap's power. Without it, he cannot take pictures, and therefore he cannot continuously gloat about how wonderful those pictures are. While we now have it, at this very moment he and his army of rabid Caterpie are on their way to recapture the One Camera. We cannot risk letting that happen. So we must destroy it, lest he never take a photo again."

The youths and their Pokémon stared up at Professor Oak with fearful looks on their faces. "But how?" Ash finally asked.

"You must take the camera to the one substance potent enough to destroy the very fabric of its existence…

Jessie's hair gel."

…And that's it for Volume 3! Hope everyone liked it! Please keep your reviews coming, they've all been so great!

Apart from that one of course, where the reviewer claimed that I was seriously deranged! How rude! And therefore it does not surprise me that that reviewer was my own sister, Hannah! Grrr! She has no sense of humour, nor appreciation for fanfiction/anime! Teeheehee, so I incorporated her into this chapter as Professor Oak's fairy bread maker! Plus, drew out a few of her… idiosyncrasies. Mwahahahaha! How do you like that, fairy bread slave!

Ahem. Sorry. Just a bit of friendly sibling rivalry. Really.

Anyway, stay tuned for Volume 4!

BansheeGirl.