I am so sorry. There's absolutely no excuse. The reason this came late is because….I'm lazy. The fact that it's summer didn't help me, but again, I was lazy. Anyway, this is the final chapter and I hope you guys enjoyed this little story of mine. Again, read and review. I hope you like it.

On the campaign trail…or are we?

"Slight problem guys" said James. "I just found that there are a few requirements before one can become President."

"Requirements?" asked Ash.

"You have to over 35 years of age, a resident of the country for 14 years, and be born here too."

"What? None of us qualify then!"

"So? Rules and regulations haven't stopped me yet" said Jones.

"I doubt even think you can get us around this" said Misty.

The gang was back in their apartment and greatly discouraged. Maybe they should drop the whole political campaign thing. Accept the fact that some people will dislike them or aspects of the cartoon. March gracefully forward to a new day…

"We could go on Oprah! Or Ricki Lake! Or Jerry Springer! If we could talk to the hosts and…" started Meowth.

"No! No! No! No, no, no, no, no, no!" said Jessie. "Your last idea got us in major trouble and did nothing to help us!"

"Beside, how would going on a talk show help us?" asked Max.

"I don't know. People go on them all the time and their problems get solved."

"That's if their problem is figuring out the father of their five babies born out of wedlock! And since none of us have that problem, it won't help us!" said May.

"Maybe one of yous guys is keeping a little secret from us." Meowth grinned evilly.

Upon hearing this, May stomped on his tail. Meowth howled in pain and ran around like an idiot, cursing at her all the while.

"$#!&+" said Meowth.

And so back to the drawing board. What to do, what to do. They thought about it. And thought about it. And thought about it some more.

"Hey! I have an idea!" said Cassidy.

"What is it?" asked Butch.

"C'mon everyone, hop into the van. We have to visit someone."

"You are the One."

"What?"

"The Matrix is not real. It is an illusion, made by the machines."

"Pow! Shing! Kung Fu!"

What the? Are we back here again? Didn't they try this already?

"Didn't we try this already?" asked Brock.

"I have a slightly different idea this time" said Cassidy.

Realizing that once again the cast is behind him, Timmy looks at them with a face of misery and fear.

"You guys again? I'll get to work on the virus" he said, turning back to his computer.

"Oh no. That's not what we came for." Cassidy leans down and whispers in his ear a few words of instruction. "Can you do that?" she asked.

"Sure I can. You're not going to hit me again are you?" he asked.

"No. But we will be waiting upstairs."

"Cassidy, what are we here for?" asked Tracey.

"You'll see" she replied.

"I'm done" said Timmy, coming up from the basement. He handed Cassidy a disk. "Just install it on all of your computers and it should fix your problem."

"Great work. Now go back downstairs, you little basement troll" she said back to him.

"So…..what's that?" asked Jones as the gang stepped out of the house.

"You'll see" was her reply.

Two weeks later….

Both Ash and Meowth sat on the couch. They were fuming. Actually, they've been pissed off ever since they had gone back to Timmy's house. But why?

"So," said Cassidy as she leaned towards them "How's it feel to have your big plans fail?"

"Shut up" said Ash.

"I have to admit, I'm used to schemes failing. It's the fact that my favorite show got cancelled. Now I don't got nothing to watch" said Meowth.

"Figures. What about you?" asked Cassidy.

"$#!&+" said Ash.

Gary then came over, carrying a book. He tossed it at Ash's head.

"Catch!" he said.

"Ow!" Ash said, as the book bounced off of him. "Alright. I know, our plans had us all jackassing around town and we accomplished nothing. But you could you guys stop throwing stuff at me?"

"No," said Tracey, as he hurled another book at his friend.

"Too bad you couldn't muster the brain cells to think of getting software that blocked spam and unwanted e-mails" said Cassidy.

"So why didn't you say anything? You could've saved us a whole lot of trouble" asked Jessie.

"Mostly because I wanted to see people suffer and languish in their stupidity" Cassidy replied.

"Yeah, it's fun watching people suffer" said James. "Hey! Are you saying we're all idiots or something?"

"$#!&+" said Ash again.

Ah, so the journey has come full circle. Now, with the proper software, our heroes can live in peace. No longer will they be plagued with the hate and the whining. How utterly simple the solution was, instead of the dumbass idea of a virus and an assassin and….

"SHUT UP AND GO AWAY ALREADY!" shouted Ash to the narrator.

Hey wait a….You shut up! It's not my fault you suck!

"LEAVE US ALONE! WE DON'T NEED A NARRATOR ANYMORE!" he yelled back.

You still suck.

"YOU SUCK!" he yelled again.

I am rubber, you are glue….

"STOP IT!"

Make me.

"Moron," Ash muttered under his breath.

I know you are, but what am I?

"WE'RE NOT PAYING YOU TO INSULT ME!" shouted Ash.

"We're not?" asked James. "Oops."

Am I still getting that check you guys owe me?

"It's in the mail" said Misty.

Good. Ah hem…and thus concludes this epic tale of…of…stuff. The End.

"Finally" said Ash.

Nancy boy.

"Hey!"

The End. Really.