Demon who needs a Life; Nothing good ever comes of anything Celandine does.
Subieko; Yup. Everyone everywhere is perfectly quiet except for all the noises they're making. It's like Zen.
Rosemary the Rubix Cube; Mmm....chocolate gateau....
TopazSoarhire; What's going to happen next is right down...there. *points*
Disclaimer; Roses are red, violets are blue, I don't own Pokemon so you don't sue.
*********************************** Celandine's Diary
Like, Pikachu is so plotting to kill me. He's turned my hair funny colours. Like, lime green and some other green, orange, purply-pinky, yellow and some other blue thing. And it won't come out. The little crettin must have used permanent dye. And I can't find any silver dye either. This totally sucks. I bought a cute little purple hat with a Skitty on it. You know, those weird cat things that hang out in Hoon or wherever. It'll go with my new purple miniskirt and my purple shirt. I like purple. Ooops, gotta go. Brock's waiting!
Celandine xxx
"Bulbasaurina?"
"Bulbasita?"
"Bulbasauna?"
A Vine Whip smacked Pikachu upside the head. "Yow! What was that for?"
"You were mocking me." the newly christened Bulbasaurina growled. "And keep it down."
Pikachu raised his hands defensively and slumped back in his seat. 'When will they get here?' he thought, irritated. They had managed to sneak into the cinema and get seats right behind Celandine and Brock, but now Team Rocket were late. He really didn't deserve this.
Pikachu let out a frustrated sigh and gestured to Bulbasaurina. "First phase of Operation Noodles." he whispered over the high-pitched, squeaky music coming from the screen. Bulbasaurina Vine Whipped herself up to the back of Celandine's chair, wrinkled her nose at a strand of lime green hair poking from the bottom of Celandine's tea-cosy hat, and sprinkled Poisonpowder over the happy couple. The greenish dust settled into Celandine's mineral water, the popcorn, and Brock's hair. It looked like a rather strange case of dandruff. Bulbasaurina sniggered – "Buh buh buh!"- and jumped off, landing on Togepi.
A few mouthfuls of popcorn later, Celandine's head was already flopping onto Brock's shoulder and her wide violet eyes were closing. And she was snoring gently.
And then Team Rocket, disguised as ushers, burst through the double doors at the back of the cinema, silhouetted in the light from the lobby. The dramatic effect was slightly lessened when a door swung back and hit James in the forehead.
"Prepare for trouble!" Jessie declaimed.
Silence.
"James! Your line!"
Still nothing.
"Jessie? I fink dat he's unconscious!"
Jessie prodded the comatose body with a boot. "Oh. What are we supposed to do now?" She hoisted James upright and the trio – or possibly duo – disappeared behind a door. They reappeared ten seconds later, except that now James was upright and Meowth was hiding behind him.
"Prepare for trouble!"
"Make it double!" Meowth said, talking in a squeaky voice from behind the Rocket's head.
"How did they get him awake so quickly?" Togepi asked, peering at them.
"No, there's a broom stuck up the back of his shirt and Jessie's holding onto it. See, the bristles are sticking up over his head."
"Oh, yeah...I thought that was his hair. My bad."
"Jessie!"
"James!" Meowth said, in a oddly falsetto voice.
"I'm positive that's not how James normally speaks." Togepi said idly, as Team Rocket finished their motto.
"Time to fight them now?" Vulpix asked, uncurling.
Pikachu blinked at her, before remembering that he hadn't told them Team Rocket were being slightly helpful. "No, they're on our side...I recruited them when they kidnapped me."
Bulbasaurina frowned. "Are we that desperate?"
"Psyduck is composing sonnets about Celandine's eyebrows. I'd say we're desperate."
"Oh, righ- Look! She's moving!"
Celandine had struggled upright and was staggering out into the aisle, bleary-eyed. The Poisonpowder had done its work. "You can't do tha..." she began, before keeling over. Her hat fell off and rolled down the steps.
James, who had made a miraculous recovery, burst out laughing, and after a few seconds trying to keep a straight face, Jessie joined him. "Hah ha ha! Her hair...he hee hee!"
Team Rocket rolled around on the ground for a few minutes, then finally regained their composure.
"Arbok! Go!"
"Go, Weezing!"
The two Pokemon appeared in a flash of red light, Arbok hissing and rearing up.
"Weezing! Smoke Screen!"
A thick smog filled the air. A second later, Arbok started blasting everything in a ten-metre radius with Poison Needles. The Pokemon ducked under a seat, hearing it shudder as the needles tore through the seat cover.
"I don't think that'll do anything to the Sue, she's still lying on the floor." Vulpix pointed out. She could see Celandine, a dark splodge against the smoke, still sprawled on the floor. "I suppose she has to get up eventually, though."
"Yeah, so as long as they don't hit the cinema scree..."
BANG
"Too late."
The screen blew up. There was smoke, the crackle of electricity, and a very familiar sound. "Team Rocket's blasting off again....!"
Pikachu kicked the chair. "There go our allies."
"They'll be back soon." Bulbasaurina said. "They always turn up the day after they get blasted away, however far they go."
Togepi rolled up onto his feet and waddled towards them. "How do they do that? It should take at least a week to get back from where they land."
"Maybe Team Rocket has underground bullet trains or something." Vulpix suggested. "Kick a tree, it opens, and down you go into an underground subway station."
"Never mind how they do it, but Team Rocket will be back by tomorrow afternoon." Pikachu said, leading the way out of the cinema. *****************************************
And now, review! Even if you only leave the lyrics from the Sound of Music. Flames are good. Flames taste like spearmint.
I did a picture of dearest Celandine. Anyone wants to see it, tell me in a review.
Subieko; Yup. Everyone everywhere is perfectly quiet except for all the noises they're making. It's like Zen.
Rosemary the Rubix Cube; Mmm....chocolate gateau....
TopazSoarhire; What's going to happen next is right down...there. *points*
Disclaimer; Roses are red, violets are blue, I don't own Pokemon so you don't sue.
*********************************** Celandine's Diary
Like, Pikachu is so plotting to kill me. He's turned my hair funny colours. Like, lime green and some other green, orange, purply-pinky, yellow and some other blue thing. And it won't come out. The little crettin must have used permanent dye. And I can't find any silver dye either. This totally sucks. I bought a cute little purple hat with a Skitty on it. You know, those weird cat things that hang out in Hoon or wherever. It'll go with my new purple miniskirt and my purple shirt. I like purple. Ooops, gotta go. Brock's waiting!
Celandine xxx
"Bulbasaurina?"
"Bulbasita?"
"Bulbasauna?"
A Vine Whip smacked Pikachu upside the head. "Yow! What was that for?"
"You were mocking me." the newly christened Bulbasaurina growled. "And keep it down."
Pikachu raised his hands defensively and slumped back in his seat. 'When will they get here?' he thought, irritated. They had managed to sneak into the cinema and get seats right behind Celandine and Brock, but now Team Rocket were late. He really didn't deserve this.
Pikachu let out a frustrated sigh and gestured to Bulbasaurina. "First phase of Operation Noodles." he whispered over the high-pitched, squeaky music coming from the screen. Bulbasaurina Vine Whipped herself up to the back of Celandine's chair, wrinkled her nose at a strand of lime green hair poking from the bottom of Celandine's tea-cosy hat, and sprinkled Poisonpowder over the happy couple. The greenish dust settled into Celandine's mineral water, the popcorn, and Brock's hair. It looked like a rather strange case of dandruff. Bulbasaurina sniggered – "Buh buh buh!"- and jumped off, landing on Togepi.
A few mouthfuls of popcorn later, Celandine's head was already flopping onto Brock's shoulder and her wide violet eyes were closing. And she was snoring gently.
And then Team Rocket, disguised as ushers, burst through the double doors at the back of the cinema, silhouetted in the light from the lobby. The dramatic effect was slightly lessened when a door swung back and hit James in the forehead.
"Prepare for trouble!" Jessie declaimed.
Silence.
"James! Your line!"
Still nothing.
"Jessie? I fink dat he's unconscious!"
Jessie prodded the comatose body with a boot. "Oh. What are we supposed to do now?" She hoisted James upright and the trio – or possibly duo – disappeared behind a door. They reappeared ten seconds later, except that now James was upright and Meowth was hiding behind him.
"Prepare for trouble!"
"Make it double!" Meowth said, talking in a squeaky voice from behind the Rocket's head.
"How did they get him awake so quickly?" Togepi asked, peering at them.
"No, there's a broom stuck up the back of his shirt and Jessie's holding onto it. See, the bristles are sticking up over his head."
"Oh, yeah...I thought that was his hair. My bad."
"Jessie!"
"James!" Meowth said, in a oddly falsetto voice.
"I'm positive that's not how James normally speaks." Togepi said idly, as Team Rocket finished their motto.
"Time to fight them now?" Vulpix asked, uncurling.
Pikachu blinked at her, before remembering that he hadn't told them Team Rocket were being slightly helpful. "No, they're on our side...I recruited them when they kidnapped me."
Bulbasaurina frowned. "Are we that desperate?"
"Psyduck is composing sonnets about Celandine's eyebrows. I'd say we're desperate."
"Oh, righ- Look! She's moving!"
Celandine had struggled upright and was staggering out into the aisle, bleary-eyed. The Poisonpowder had done its work. "You can't do tha..." she began, before keeling over. Her hat fell off and rolled down the steps.
James, who had made a miraculous recovery, burst out laughing, and after a few seconds trying to keep a straight face, Jessie joined him. "Hah ha ha! Her hair...he hee hee!"
Team Rocket rolled around on the ground for a few minutes, then finally regained their composure.
"Arbok! Go!"
"Go, Weezing!"
The two Pokemon appeared in a flash of red light, Arbok hissing and rearing up.
"Weezing! Smoke Screen!"
A thick smog filled the air. A second later, Arbok started blasting everything in a ten-metre radius with Poison Needles. The Pokemon ducked under a seat, hearing it shudder as the needles tore through the seat cover.
"I don't think that'll do anything to the Sue, she's still lying on the floor." Vulpix pointed out. She could see Celandine, a dark splodge against the smoke, still sprawled on the floor. "I suppose she has to get up eventually, though."
"Yeah, so as long as they don't hit the cinema scree..."
BANG
"Too late."
The screen blew up. There was smoke, the crackle of electricity, and a very familiar sound. "Team Rocket's blasting off again....!"
Pikachu kicked the chair. "There go our allies."
"They'll be back soon." Bulbasaurina said. "They always turn up the day after they get blasted away, however far they go."
Togepi rolled up onto his feet and waddled towards them. "How do they do that? It should take at least a week to get back from where they land."
"Maybe Team Rocket has underground bullet trains or something." Vulpix suggested. "Kick a tree, it opens, and down you go into an underground subway station."
"Never mind how they do it, but Team Rocket will be back by tomorrow afternoon." Pikachu said, leading the way out of the cinema. *****************************************
And now, review! Even if you only leave the lyrics from the Sound of Music. Flames are good. Flames taste like spearmint.
I did a picture of dearest Celandine. Anyone wants to see it, tell me in a review.