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: THE FINALE! Yes, your beloved Random Misadventures is finally drawing its close! So enjoy this chappie twice as much, 'cos there won't me no more after this! And please leave me a nice parting review once you're done… Thankyou all so much!

VOLUME 9

"Do it now, Ash!" Professor Oak yelled, pushing the young boy in the back so that Ash fell forward flat on his face.

"Alright, alright! I'm going!" Ash retorted, pushing himself up from the ground. Tears welled in his eyes at the sheer pain of having smashed his face at an alarming speed of approximately 158 km/h upon the hard earth below. He stood up, glancing toward the ominous hair gel across the Team Rocket encampment, and then back to the fellowship. Sticky red blood streamed from his crushed nostrils.

"It's okay Ash," Misty said reassuringly, walking forward to place a hand on her friend's shoulder. "You can do this. Just try not to think about that time you sawed the top of a man's head off because he was blocking your vision of the movie screen. We really need to be in touch with our 'good' sides in this moment of truth."

Ash nodded, and Misty stepped back. Brock also decided to give some last words of encouragement. "Fusch… wich… uh… oogledy woo," He drawled, his eyes rolling back in his skull. It appeared that Misty's sedative was still taking its toll on the squinty-eyed teenager.

Jessie and James appeared in front of Ash, sporting genuinely solemn expressions. Jessie held a business card out to the younger boy. "This is the number of my rhinoplasty surgeon. If you make it out of this alive, I suggest you pay him a visit."

Ash took the card gratefully, and looked to James. "Fibre keeps you regular," the lavender-haired Rocket said, simply. Ash was overwhelmed by the generosity of the words.

The young boy from Pallet town looked around for Pikachu and Meowth, expecting the Pokémon to offer some moral support. He then remembered that they had quickly dashed off only minutes ago to take part in the reverse-upside-down-toe-hang competition on the clotheslines of Celadon City.

Ash dismissed receiving any encouragement from Professor Oak, who was still rolling around on the ground laughing at having so successfully squashed Ash's face. The young Pokémon trainer took a deep breath. Taking the One Camera from around his neck, he held it firmly in his hands and began advancing on Jessie's hair gel. He arrived at the ornately carved antique table in the centre of the encampment, looking deep into the bubbling purple goo that sat in a container atop it.

Ash peered down at the One Camera. He had to dispose of it. For the good of mankind. Tentatively, he lifted his arm over the table and held the camera above the hair gel. The fellowship held their breaths as they watched Ash from behind. Yet just as Ash prepared to drop the One Camera, a strange force came over him. He had the One Camera in his very grasps… he had the power!

In a fleeting second, Ash snatched the One Camera back toward him and spun around to face the fellowship. With a maniacal grin plastered across his face, he slowly lifted the camera up in front of his face…

"SAY CHEESE!" He cried, laughing hysterically. "THE POWER IS MINE!"

Instantly, the jaws of Misty, Jessie, James, Professor Oak and even the drugged-up Brock fell crashing to the ground. In that second they realised just how stupid they had been in entrusting such an important task in the obviously brain-dead Ash. It seemed that the wrath of the One Camera still lived on, even in the death of its late master.

Ash ran around, clicking away with the One Camera. The camera's flash threatened to blind the rest of the fellowship as Ash attempted to take a photograph of anything and everything that moved. Or didn't move, for that matter. He particularly enjoyed taking still-life photographs of some rotting mushrooms, and abstract portrait shots of stainless steel forks.

"I AM THE LORD OF THE CAMERA!" He screamed, thrusting his arm into the air and waving the One Camera above his head. "No one shall rival me in photography! I take the best photos IN THE WORLD! DO YOU HEAR ME? THE BEST!" Ash once again laughed maniacally, becoming consumed with his new-found power.

Misty, Jessie, James and Professor Oak exchanged worried looks. It appeared that their almighty journey to destroy the One Camera had failed. Then Misty had the ingenious idea to walk over and clonk Ash on the head with a very large anvil. So she did just that.

Ash fell to the ground in much the same manner as that observed at the beginning of this chapter. The One Camera fell from his hand, and rolled away across the grassy earth. Yes – even though the One Camera was not of spherical nor cylindrical shape, it still had the power to mysteriously roll. And roll it did, all the way to the foot of the antique table that served as a platform for Jessie's hair gel. It lay there, so tauntingly close to the only substance that had the power to destroy its very existence.

Ash repeatedly tried to pick himself up off the ground, though failed each time due to the fact that he had concussion. As this pathetic occurrence continued, Misty quickly paced over to the One Camera, picked it up and threw it into Jessie's hair gel.

"There! It's done!" Misty yelled exasperatedly. The One Camera fizzled and hissed as it melted in the tub of hair gel, before the tub and all its contents exploded. The fellowship watched the phenomenon as if it happened in slow motion; the purple goo flying all in directions symbolising the end of a dark and evil era. Even as large gobs of hair gel collided with the fellowship members, all the humans could do was sigh in the relief that the task was finally over.

"It's done…" Misty repeated, as everyone instinctively congregated in a small circle. Even the concussed Ash and doped-up Brock formed part of the perfectly concentric ring. Meowth and Pikachu also looked to have returned from their reverse-upside-down-toe-hanging fun. Everybody joined hands, and together raised their voices to sing in the beautiful harmony of an achieved peace. They danced around and around, golden rays of sunshine beating down upon the eight heroes and heroines. Misty sang bass. Professor Oak sang falsetto. Brock played the organ with his kneecaps.

As the joy calmed, the members of the fellowship realised that they were left with an ever-pressing question, now that their deed had been done.

"Just what is so special about McDonalds' Special Sauce?" James asked. The group took a good few moments to ponder the matter.

The members of the fellowship then realised that they were now left with another ever-pressing question.

"What do we do now?"

It was a very legitimate question. After all, after having completed such a perilous task and having experienced so much more than any normal person ever would, what was one left to do in life?

"I'm going to go become a free-spirited novice nun, and sing songs on Austrian hillsides!" Cried Jessie, clasping her hands together excitedly.

James looked worriedly to his female friend. "What! Well then… I'll just have to go get married, have seven children… and then have my wife die so that you can come and look after my bunch of brats during which we'll fall helplessly in love!"

The duo hugged. "Sounds great to me!" Jessie exclaimed. They looked to the others, curious to know what their fellow friends would do with their meaningless existences.

"I'm going to go back to Pallet town to pay a visit to Ash's mum!" Professor Oak yelled rather overenthusiastically. He was met with several suspicious looks. "Ahem, I mean… well, I've got a few favours that need to be… repaid, that's all…" The old man looked sheepishly down at the ground. Ash knew that there was some implication in Professor Oak's words, but his tiny brain just couldn't seem to comprehend exactly what. He shrugged, assuming that Professor Oak was probably just going to help his mother clean out the basement, just like all the other times he'd called home only to have the Professor suspiciously answer the phone.

"I'm going to the country and I'm going to eat a lot of peaches!" Meowth cried, and everyone was very happy for him.

"Pi pika pi pika chu! Pi pi Pika pi chu!" Pikachu said. Everyone reacted as if they had understood what it meant, when really they had no idea. In these cases sometimes it was just best to smile and nod.

Now Brock seemed to finally snap from his sedation. He turned to Misty and clasped her hands in his. "Misty? Will you elope with me?"

Misty looked very taken aback with Brock's sudden proposal. She pulled away, dramatically bringing a hand up to her forehead. "Oh, Brock! I simply cannot! The creators of this television series have ever only intended for me to love Ash! Don't you remember that episode with that Rudy guy? Or that other one, what was it called… 'Where for art thou Pokémon', or something like that? We'd be heinously breaking canon!

Brock once again took up Misty's hands. "Oh Misty, can't you see? We've already so hideously broken canon just by taking part in this ridiculous fanfic! We can do whatever we want now!"

Misty paused to think for a second. "Oh yeah! You're right! Okay, lets do it!" She jumped into squinty-boy's arms, and everyone began to leave on their separate paths.

"WAIT!" The cry resounded throughout the large clearing. Everyone turned back to see that Ash was still standing where the circle had been, looking rather unhappy. "What about me? What am I supposed to do?"

Silence.

Pikachu ran toward Ash, and for a moment the boy delighted at the thought that his old friend had decided to stay with him. Then Pikachu produced a paper bag seemingly out of nowhere, and handed it to the young human.

"Wha… what does this mean, Pikachu?" The boy questioned.

"It means you should shove that paper bag over your head, crawl into a very small, dark hole and stay there for the rest of your miserable life. Forget the rhinoplasty Ash, you're face was a lost cause even before you fell flat on it," Jessie remarked, much to the approval of the others.

And within seconds, Ash was left weeping like a sad, sad little child in the middle of the forest all alone.

Well… not all alone.

Only a few miles away, an emaciated creature still hung loosely from the trunk of a tree. He was still bound by leftover noodles, and his vulgar orange headband still remained… despite hungry rattatas having chewed off his loincloth hours before. Perhaps young Ash Ketchum would simply turn out to be another sickly, withered Tracey Sketchit. Perhaps he would embark on another quest to find a plastic surgeon with enough power to salvage any ounce remarkableness in Ash's facial features. In any case, Ash's next step is another tale… another random misadventure completely…

FIN.

Oh, it's over! I've really finished my Random Misadventures series! Cry with me now!

Phew! Gee… I must say, it really is quite a relief to get it all over and done with, though! But who knows… there may even be a sequel one day…

Before I go I need to send out some messages to all of the wonderful people that have reviewed this ficcie to this date… Here goes!

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