The writer's block continues…it was sorta hard to get this chapter done. Then again, I've also been plagued by finals all of last week. Well, here it is chapter 5.

I'm outside the courthouse right now as we await the fate of the cast of Pokemon. The charge is that they tried to hire an assassin for some reason. Fans and anti-fans are outside with me and the two sides are fighting like cats and dogs. Lucky for us, we're catching it on tape!

We find ourselves in the courtroom as the cast try to work out a strategy to get out of this situation. I wonder if they were able to find a lawyer.

"Guys, meet Mr. Jones, a.k.a Mr. Charming" said Ash as he pointed to the man next to him in the blue suit.

"Mr. Charming?" asked Jessie.

"It's a nickname I've acquired. I've used my charm, good looks, and legal jargon to get stars like you out of worse situations. With me around, you'd have to beat a person to death in front of the jury to get them to convict you of anything" said Jones. "Maybe even get blood on one of them."

"Sounds good enough to me" said Brock.

"Order in the court! People, please take your seats now so we can begin" said the Judge. "What is the case today bailiff?"

"This is Pokemon vs. the hateful ramblings of minors. They are accused of trying to hire an assassin and will be tried by a jury of their peers" said the bailiff.

"Um, can I ask a question? Most of the people over there are people who are regularly on the Pokemon show. Couldn't they all just say we aren't guilty to save their own jobs?" asked James.

"I don't see any problem with that" said the Judge.

"Defense may go up and give their first statement" said the bailiff.

"Thank you" said Jones, as he started to walk around the room. "My clients have been accused of trying to hire an assassin. But look at them. They're kids. Cute, innocent children. Excuse me sir, yes, you over there" said Jones, as he pointed to one of the jury members. He walked over to him.

"Yes sir?" asked the juror.

"Do you like donuts?" asked Jones.

"Uh…yes, but what does that have to do with anything?"

"How dare you."

"What?"

"How dare you claim to like donuts and yet blame these innocent children?"

"What? I don't understand!"

"No. No you wouldn't, would you" said Jones, as the juror proceeded to pound his own head into the stand, baffled by what just occurred. "Excuse me, Miss?" said Jones, going towards a female juror. "Do you like racist people?"

"Of course not!"

"Do you think maybe these kids are guilty of the crimes they've supposedly did?"

"Well….maybe. I don't know just yet."

"How could you? How could you compare the two?"

"What? You're comparing the two!"

"No, you did. You did ma'am" said Jones, leaving another juror dumbfounded.

"Oh, he's good" said Butch.

"The defense rests its case" said Jones.

Hours later….

"State your name please" said the Bailiff.

"Ash Ketchum."

"Now, supposing you did try to hire an assassin, why would you?" asked Jones.

"To get people off our backs. Because they're annoying."

"Don't you see?" said Jones, as he addressed the jurors. "They are not horrible kids out to hurt everyone. They simply reached their limit. Now how could you think they were guilty if you like kittens?"

"Objection your honor! This is ridiculous! For the past few hours, Jones has spouted out the most incomprehensible crap I've ever heard! He keeps going on about donuts and kittens and vacationing in Europe! Isn't it obvious that all of those have nothing to do with the case?" asked the Prosecutor.

"It wasn't obvious to me" said the Judge.

"Then you must be an absolute moron you…Hey! Let go of me!" said the Prosecutor, as police men carted him off.

"I dub the prosecutor insane! For lack of all reason, I declare those on the defense the winners!" said the Judge.

"Yes!" said Jones, pumping his fists into the air.

"But this doesn't solve our problem at all! There are still people sending us crap!" said Max.

"True. But I just figured out what to do about that. It came to me in a dream. The dream I was having just a few minutes ago" said Ash.

"You fell asleep during our trial?" said Misty.

"Oh god. What's your idea this time?" asked Jessie.

"Let's get political and get one of us voted into some office! Then we can make the stuff we don't like illegal!"

"But you need experience. And a brain" said Gary.

"George W. Bush got elected as president. If he can do it, why can't we?"

"Good point" said James. "Let's get a campaign started!"

"And I'll provide the cash you need! More fame for me!" said Jones.

"Yay!" said all.

This story is going all over the place isn't it  ? Don't really know how many more chapters will come (yes, if you've been wondering, it is coming of the top of my head. A lot of it, anyway.).