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!

A/N: Yes yes, I know it's been a long time since I've updated this ficcie! But hey – better late than never, right? Anywho, please enjoy and do review after reading! Thankyou!

VOLUME 8


Brock dropped the can of mouldy asparagus stalks that he was holding as he caught sight of the girl standing behind the McDonalds counter. She had gorgeous silver locks that cascaded down her back like a waterfall, mysterious sky-blue eyes and a smile that could win over an army of rabid caterpie in no time. Her nametag read 'Jasmine-Aurora-Ruby-Isabella-Sophia'. She was destined to emerge from a difficult childhood and a lowly job at McDonalds, to become a legend of greatness and superstardom.

Things became very wet as Brock began drooling over the seemingly perfect woman before him.

"Brock, NOOOOOOOOOO!" Misty yelled, morphing her voice so that it sounded like she was speaking in slow motion. She dramatically extended her arm out toward the older boy. "Don't do it!"

Brock appeared as though he did not hear the cries of anguish from his orange-haired friend. As his drooling increased to a dangerous level, Ash quickly waded over to join Misty in her attempt to stop Brock before it was too late.

"Brock, can't you see! Look at her! SHE'S A MARY-SUE!" Ash grabbed Brock's arm, desperately trying to pull him toward the exit of the fast-food restaurant.

Brock yanked his arm away, bitch-slapping Ash so that the younger boy lost balance and slipped beneath the surface of the still-rising flood of drool. Ash resurfaced, coughing and spluttering and just generally attempting to remove any of Brock's saliva from his own facial cavities. The commotion aroused the attention of Jessie, James, Meowth, Pikachu and Professor Oak, who luckily had finished their Happy Meals and so swam over to try and put a stop to the madness.

"What's going on?" Jessie queried.

Misty had only to point to the sad scene before them for the new arrivals to understand. Expressions of fear exchanged amongst the group as the fellowship realised this could potentially be the greatest threat to be faced on their perilous journey. Aside from Brock everyone realised the inescapability and sheer persistence of the dreaded May-Sue.

"C'mon Brock, she's a Mary-Sue! She's not good enough for you!" Ash wailed once more, his voice carrying the image of a pitiful, lonely and desperate loser. No guessing why he pulled it off so well.

Brock seemed to rouse somewhat from his trance, and turned to Ash with an indignant glare. "What are you talking about? Her name isn't Mary-Sue! It's Jasmine-Aurora-Ruby-Isabella-Sophia! And we were made to be together!" He then flung himself over the counter and seized the silver-haired girl protectively. She simply smiled her smile that could win over an army of rabid caterpie in no time, and gazed vaguely at Brock with her mysterious sky-blue eyes.

More expressions of anxiety were exchanged as the members of the fellowship contemplated Brock's fate, and indeed their own as they now had to tread water to stay afloat in Brock's ocean of drool. They shouted words that they hoped would convince their friend of his folly.

"Can't you see! Just look at the impossible etherealness of her appearance!"

"Her name! How typically exotic!"

"Destined to arise from a life of woe and misery to one of heroism and fame! It's all there Brock! Can't you see it!"

"BROCK, CAN'T YOU SEE IT! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, OPEN YOUR EYES!"

Brock snapped his head to look at Misty, who had screamed the last plea of desperation. He appeared to be quite angry.

"I CAN'T, OKAY! I CAN'T OPEN MY EYES! HAVEN'T YOU PEOPLE REALISED THAT BY NOW?"

The other members of the fellowship flinched as Brock bellowed in anger. But as the dark-skinned boy relaxed from his outburst, an expression of realisation appeared on his face. He looked at the girl he was still somehow managing to clasp onto with both hands while treading drool, and gasped. "No! She can't be…" he exclaimed, and violently shoved the girl away from him, "A Mary-Sue! How could I have been so stupid!"

The other members of the fellowship sighed in relief. It appeared that all it took for Brock to be snapped from his girl-induced trance was a simple yet effective insult. Yet now was no time for celebration. The breaking of Brock's trance did not make the drool that threatened to drown the fellowship magically disappear. They had to get out of the McDonalds facility. And soon.

"Quick Brock, we've gotta get out of here!" Ash yelled, coaxing his friend over. The squinty-eyed teenager rather uncoordinatedly swam towards the rest of the group.

"An' jus' how do we plan ta escape!" Meowth cried, the alarm rampant in is voice. It seemed as though the fellowship would meet their wet and unhygienic demise in the confined sea of spit, until James suddenly had a stroke of ingenious.

"My Happy Meal!" He shouted excitedly. He received stares that expressed the others' concerns for James' mental health.

"No, don't you guys understand!" The following silence seemed to answer his question. He went on eagerly, "This week's Happy Meal toy was a rubber dinghy!"

Looks of hope and enthusiasm transformed on the others' faces. Jessie, Meowth, Pikachu and Professor Oak felt a pang of guilt for instinctively throwing out their Happy Meal toys without even checking to see what it was this particular week. They were always crappy, impractical pieces of junk anyway. How were they to know that they'd so desperately need them to escape a dangerous deluge of drool only minutes later?

James produced the rubber dinghy seemingly from nowhere, and everyone jumped in. They looked back at Jasmine-Aurora-Ruby-Isabella-Sophie, though were surprised to see her flailing about in the depths of drool like a convulsing magikarp.

"Uh… guys? Aren't Mary-Sue's supposed to have the ability to somehow be able to perform wonderfully at any given task… like, swimming?" Misty scratched her head in confusion.

The fellowship exchanged guilty looks. Brock's mouth dropped open so that even Ash's fat head would've fitted in there multiple times.

"YOU MEAN SHE WASN'T EVEN A MARY-SUE! NOOOOO!" Brock screamed, jumping forward to try and save his love as she flailed for the last time before disappearing completely beneath the surface of spit. Ash and James had to use all of their strength to hold the squinty-eyed Pokémon breeder back.

"Quick Professor! We can't hold him back much longer! We've got to get out of here!' Ash cried, groaning as if he were passing kidney stones in his attempt to hold the hysterical Brock down.

Quickly, Professor Oak jumped to the back of the dinghy and plunged his face into the drool. Then, mustering all his magical wizard powers, he used his lips to propel the rubber boat at breakneck speed to smash through the glass wall of the front of the McDonalds family restaurant. The fellowship yelled cries of victory as the rubber dinghy sailed through the forest outside on a gushing torrent of saliva. Brock, on the other hand, was still thrashing about wildly beneath Ash and James' grip, yelling accusations of 'MURDERERS!' repeatedly until the dinghy finally came to a slow.

The Pokémon, teenagers and wizard stepped out of the now stationary raft, glad to be back on solid ground. When the still-hysterical Brock pounced forward to strangle the dear life from Misty, she quickly stabbed him with an injection of a powerful sedative. Hey – now that Togepi was dead she didn't have to worry about drugging the thing just to get some peace. Might as well put her remaining stores to use, the orange-haired girl thought.

The fellowship looked to one another, remembering the task that they had set out to accomplish. "Lead the way, Jessie," Professor Oak urged. "Take us to you hair gel."

It was in this moment that tears began to form in everyone's eyes. They felt both the emotional and physical strains of this quest pull at their hearts. Jessie felt a heavy responsibility at being the guide for this journey. Ash too, felt the heavy burden of being the carrier of the One Camera. James felt a twinge of annoyance for having forgotten to programme his VCR to record Queer Eye for the Straight Guy. Brock stared vaguely at Misty's forehead as the sedative really began to take effect. Everyone knew that their quest would soon draw its end.

The group turned around to resume the trek toward Jessie's hair gel, only to stop short at the realisation that the rubber dinghy had been washed all the way to the Team Rocket encampment anyway. They had arrived.

All eyes fell to Jessie's hair gel. It sat openly on an ornately carved antique table in the centre of the encampment. Purple fumes rose forebodingly from the large container. Especially so because the fumes wisped around to spell the word 'FOREBODING' as they rose into the air.

Ash looked down at the One Camera around his neck. It was time.

Hmmm… I originally intended for this chapter to be the last of this story, but it looks as though this one went for a bit longer than I had anticipated! Oh well! Guess everyone will just have to keep waiting for the final instalment, which I PROMISE will be the next chappie! You will finally have your grand finale! Be prepared! Mwahahahaha!

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Till Next Time,

BansheeGirl.