Better and Tougher, the Real Adventures
Chapter 16: A Great Surprise Times Two
Welcome back again people, to big, eventful Tenor City. Here we join our main man Carl, and his friends Kim, Yetis, and Elise as they lounge around at the pokemon center. What can I say; it's breakfast time after all. I wish I could partake in those scrambled eggs and bacon!
"Those scrambled eggs and bacon are sure good!" Carl said in a tauntingly happy voice. Gee Carl, just cant let the narrator be, can you?
"Calm down, will you! Don't you think you've had enough?" asked Kim, from another end of the breakfast table.
"I hope you two don't mind, but if you want to argue, you can do so elsewhere. You're being too noisy!" complained Yetis, the man of clever being. "I cant watch my favorite show if you begin to shout." Oh yes! God bless the technology of televisions right in the same room that you eat in. Can any room do without one? Nah!
Yetis indeed loves to watch the tube, but it seems even when he gets a rare chance to watch, something comes up. Of course, it wouldn't be very dramatic otherwise. "We interrupt whatever show you were watching to bring you an important news bulletin!" the TV exclaimed. "Attention all Pokemon Trainers! Are you tired of not having enough pokemon on hand? Wish you could have better, tougher, and more diverse teams?"
Carl's interest was sparked by this, "I never knew that they interrupted TV shows to bring 'good news', but I'm not complaining!"
"Well now, you can carry 8!" the TV reporter exclaimed with extreme drama. "That's right, now trainers can carry 2 more pokemon! Is this good? You bet it is!"
"Wow!" Elise blinked repeatedly, "I never knew news casters liked their job that much. He must be new to the job."
"More on this story tonight! And don't miss the interview with a young pokemon trainer who managed to catch a rare, and hard to find Torchic!" the reporter ended, and it returned to regularly scheduled programming.
"What!" Carl yelled in anger and shock, "Mark's gonna be on TV? Let's get out of here!" Carl huffed. "All because that jerk disrupted the balance of nature, he's becoming a celebrity. That's very wrong!"
"Who's Mark?" asked Elise.
"He's Carl's old enemy back from his home town in Pallet. They're rivals in a way." Kim explained.
"Oh, I see." She nodded. "We should get going before Carl gets really upset."
"Not quite yet!" Carl butted in, "If now I can use 8 pokemon, I might as well take my time to get acquainted with my new Drowzee." He decided, while going over to the videophone to get his newest pokemon.
"Carl," Yetis intervened, "Can I ask you something. I don't think it's right for me to ask this, but would you mind if I kept Furret?" he brought up Carl's old pokemon, "You see, I want to become acquainted with it, and try to be a friend to my pokemon, like you are to yours. I promise you that I will be the best trainer it ever had!"
"That's nice and all," Carl said blankly, but then smiled, "But you might want to tell that to Furret."
Yetis merely smiled, "No problem."
***
Well, at long last our main man and his 3 human friends are on the road again, and are (finally) out of Tenor City. Carl may only have 2 badges, but he has found quite a few new friends in this town, human and pokemon alike, not that there's much a difference when it comes down to it. "I think this has to be the most interesting week I've had yet." Smiled our main man, "I mean, who would have thought that you could find so much in one city?"
"Well, Tenor City is a lively place." Replied Elise, taking the role of captain obvious for a few seconds before transforming back to her regular self, even though no transformations occurred at all, "That reminds me; do you know where the next closest town to here is?"
"No, not really," Carl responded without the need for much thought.
"Well, if we're headed in this direction, it's got to be Buckle-Vale. Let's make some good time though, without much access to soap or stuff like that, travel will be pretty tough."
"Funny you should mention that." Yetis smirked, as he pulled out a pokeball from his pocket. "I've got all the cleaning gear you will ever need right here! It's called the Hygiene Ball," He opened it up, "It contains toothpaste, soap, shampoo, even hair conditioner! I just hope you brought your own toothbrush."
"Those things are great!" Carl replied, "They've really helped me quite a bit Yetis. I don't know how I'd survive without you."
Kim was a bit disgruntled, "What! You mean you had cleaning gear all this time?" she nearly screamed, "Why didn't you ever tell me!"
"You never asked." Yetis smiled with slight fear.
"Well why did you tell Carl?" she countered furiously.
"Because he asked." Yetis shrugged.
"But now that you know, I'd be happy to share!" Yetis tried to soothe the savage ladies, but it didn't work too well. Yetis then got severely beaten by anger women. (That's gonna hurt!)
"This can't get any worse." Carl sighed under his breath, as he jinxed the situation as bad a Jynx is at physical combat.
"Ha hah!" came a mockingly familiar voice. "Having girl troubles Carl? You can't even train pokemon right, why are you trying to train girls?" It was Mark, everyone's favorite Rival! It did have its good points though, like getting the girls to stop beating Yetis before he became in life threatening state of being.
"You again. Why don't you just quit?" asked Yetis.
"I was gonna ask you freaks that same question, but I think you should stop trying to train girls instead." He smiled, assessing the newest female to Carl's team of adventurers. "I'd be happy to train them for you," he smirked, and at that point, he girls almost lunged at him to give him double treatment of what they were to give Yetis.
"That does it!" shouted Carl, "I want to battle you, right here, right now!"
"No way, I already creamed you." He scoffed.
"Fine, then battle me!" Yetis shouted in anger.
"Fine then! I will," he smirked, "We'll go 3 on 3!" he grabbed for a pokeball while Yetis did the same. "Go Beedrill!" he called out.
"Furret, I choose you!" Yetis summoned forth the Psychic fox as it slept in its fully aware state. Mark however, decided to check his Pokedex, who said what Carl's did when he looked at it, so I wont repeat.
Kim didn't know about the trade however, "Carl, that looks a lot like 'your' Furret!" she nearly stuttered.
"He is. It's a long story, I'll tell you later." Carl decided not to dwell, and instead watch the battle ensue.
"Beedrill, use Fury Attack!" shouted Mark. "Don't let him have any mercy." At which the bee obeyed its trainer and with its poisonous lance- arms, it zoomed towards the raccoon swinging madly, soaring slightly above.
"Furret, get ready to use Defense Curl!" commanded Yetis, at which the raccoon rolled into a spherical ball, to try to avoid any damage, but it was hardly enough to prevent the piercing jabs from sinking in.
"Now use Poison Sting!" he commanded, as he still gave the raccoon a curl for his life, which all depended upon tiring the bug out first.
"Furret, don't give up! Hang in there, and use Slash!" commanded the man with a plan, Yetis. Lifting a clawed hand, the raccoon slashed his way into the insect hide of Beedrill, but not without getting poison injected into it.
"Don't get discouraged. You're better than that fur ball! Use Cut!" he commanded the bug to attack. The cut managed to penetrate, and sliced right at Furret, right in the stomach. Not deadly or fatal, but a cut nonetheless. Furret was out of battle!
"Furret, you did your best. I'm proud of you. Now Golbat, use your Wing Attack!" Yetis didn't give up, and the flying menace managed to fly at the big bee with greater speed and power, but the bug was still feeling alive.
"C'mon, focus energy! You can beat this freak!"
"Use Screech, now!" commanded Yetis, as a supersonic wave managed to hit the bug with an immense force, sending him flying backwards to a nearby rock. Now the beast was down.
"Bah! Beedrill, return!" sighed Mark, "That was pathetic. You better do a better job!" he told his next pokeball, "Go Torchic!"
From the sidelines, Elise was watching, "Wow, he's good."
But back on the field of battle, Yetis was still packing heat! "Golbat, use Supersonic."
"I don't think so!" shouted Mark, "Torchic, use your head-butt!" As the bat began to emit strange sound waves, the bird merely brushed the noise aside, and leaped and rammed right into the batty fiend! Golbat backed off from his noisemaking. "Hurry, use Ember, now!" he commanded again. But as the bird exhaled flamed, something began to happen, it glowed, and began to grow bigger, and it had arms and hands too, it was sturdier in posture. An evolution had occurred!
'Combusken!' it chimed in pokemon dialect. At this, both Carl and Mark did what they had to, and both their Pokedex came through as always.
'Combusken,' it stated, 'the evolved form of Torchic. As it grows, its abilities become more centered around strength, as it becomes fighter type as well.'
"Awesome!" exclaimed Mark "Use Thunder Punch!" he ordered. At this, the warrior chicken revved up its fist and got ready to smash it at the oncoming bat, which Yetis told to do Wing Attack once more. Thing is that the punch hit first, and Golbat was jolted greatly.
"Well Golbat, you tried, and that's all that matters. Return." He held out the pokeball, zapping the beast back inside, then grabbed for the pokeball he'd use next. 'I cant use Swinub, he'll be crisped instantly. That Primeape or Abra. But wait, that thing is a fighter type.' "Abra, you're up!" He exclaimed while tossing the pokeball that held the yellow psychic fox.
"Oh brother, a sleeping pokemon!" Mark sarcastically scoffed, while rolling his eyes. "Combusken, get in there and use Scratch attack!"
"Abra." Yetis paused, 'Oh no, I forgot that he doesn't learn any real moves until evolution. Only teleport. that's it!' "Abra, use Teleport when he's about to strike!" he told the mentally developed being, who phased out of existence just in time, leaving the war bird with a dent in its claws. "Keep Teleporting."
"Combusken, just focus your energy, and don't let him get the better of you!" screamed Mark with furious determination. At this, the evolved firebird began to focus its energy, concentrating, as Abra teleported all over the place, and then "Fire Punch now!" he commanded, and Abra was scorched right in the noggin.
But Abra suddenly began to glow. Oh no, it's evolution craziness. The author has gone dull, all the pokemon are evolving in one fic. well this is the last 1, honestly! I promise! "Alright, way to go Abra. I mean Kadabra." He paused, "Use PSY-wave!" he ordered, causing the pokemon in question to create a strange energy from his mind, and focused right at the unsuspecting bird, who was wracked from the inside out!
"C'mon, don't lose. You're not weak, you better not be!" called Mark in anger.
"Kadabra, finish it off with Confusion." He commanded, as the bird suddenly began to be mentally tossed all over the place, while inside its head, it was so scrambled, you'd wish it never hatched, like the good chicken it would be. yum.
"Bah! Combusken, return." Sighed Mark with spite. "Weak pokemon, they all suck. well, all the weak ones do, that is." But then he smirked, "But I was hoping to save this for later, but now I'll beat you for sure!" he smirked, "I'll beat you with my newest pokemon." He smiled as if it were some legendary (but it isn't, don't worry! I'm NOT uncreative or pathetic enough to use legendaries), "Go!" he tossed the pokeball, and out came. something small. It was black, and had long claws, and looked sort of like a rodent. It was also emitting a cold output of mist.
'Sneasel!' it shouted, as Pokedex told Carl what it was.
'Sneasel, a thief pokemon!' went Pokedex. 'Using its shadowy form, and icy slick movements, it can sometimes sneak away with the eggs of birds, which it then likes to eat, even if the mother is keeping them warm. This pokemon is nocturnal, and doesn't like the sunlight or its sunny rays.'
"Kadabra, we can beat this thing! Use PSY-beam!" Ordered Yetis, as a glowing beam of pure mental energy went speeding towards the weaseling pokemon, and when it hit it. did absolutely nothing.
"Well, I guess you forget how dark types wipe the floor with psychics! Sneasel, use Faint Attack." Went Mark in a few breaths.
"Kadabra." Yetis became worried. The oncoming weasel was moving so fast there'd be no avoiding the damage. 'Wait a second, Dark types are weak to fighting moves, and better yet, Sneasel is part ice. That's it!' "Use Low Kick now!" he commanded, watching as the spoon wielding fox took one of its legs, and smashed it right into the weasel that tried to hit it. It seemed as though the attack had left quite a mark too. "Good job Kadabra."
There was a problem though, for it didn't stop the weasel at all. "Hah, yeah right." Shouted Mark, "Use Icy Wind!" he ordered, and what an icy wind it was, cold, harsh, and hard to move in, chilling Kadabra to the bone.
"Teleport around, and use Submission. You can beat this thing!" commanded Yetis. "I believe in you." At that, the pokemon nodded, and blipped out of and back into existence. The only difference was that he was now behind Sneasel, and pinning him to the ground with wrestling pile driver skills. And at that, we have Sneasel down for the count. 1, 2, 3! Kadabra wins! "Yea, good job Kadabra!"
"BAH!" screamed Mark, "You freaks just got lucky, but you wont be next time!" he huffed, while returning his beaten Sneasel back to its pokeball.
"Great job Yetis!" enthusiastically cheered Kim.
"It wasn't me, it was my pokemon!" he smirked, as Kadabra teleported towards him for a high five with its trainer!
"Well, now that that's over with, can we keep going?" asked Elise with impatience. If we go now, we'll be halfway there by 8:00.
"Fine!" everyone agreed in unison, as they continued on their way. But little do they know that trouble may soon be a brewing!
A/N: Another chapter here at last. I want reviews! Reviews! REVIEW! I want interesting reviews. No more one to 6 word reviews. (You people know who you are) More importantly, I want new reviewers; I get tired of the same ones every time, (you again know who you are.) That of course doesn't mean to stop reviewing. Please, I want reviews, but I also want your input. After all, even great writers like me get stuck on what to write next, so please help me out from time to time. Upcoming soon on B&T (Better and Tougher): It's April fools day, and everyone wants to have prankish fun, even pokemon, but what is this prankster pokemon that torments the people every year. Performing Mischief (hint: its name is like that word). Is this bad? Is it opportunity? Is it the next episode? No, it'll be a few more until, stay tuned, and start reviewing. or you'll never know.
Chapter 16: A Great Surprise Times Two
Welcome back again people, to big, eventful Tenor City. Here we join our main man Carl, and his friends Kim, Yetis, and Elise as they lounge around at the pokemon center. What can I say; it's breakfast time after all. I wish I could partake in those scrambled eggs and bacon!
"Those scrambled eggs and bacon are sure good!" Carl said in a tauntingly happy voice. Gee Carl, just cant let the narrator be, can you?
"Calm down, will you! Don't you think you've had enough?" asked Kim, from another end of the breakfast table.
"I hope you two don't mind, but if you want to argue, you can do so elsewhere. You're being too noisy!" complained Yetis, the man of clever being. "I cant watch my favorite show if you begin to shout." Oh yes! God bless the technology of televisions right in the same room that you eat in. Can any room do without one? Nah!
Yetis indeed loves to watch the tube, but it seems even when he gets a rare chance to watch, something comes up. Of course, it wouldn't be very dramatic otherwise. "We interrupt whatever show you were watching to bring you an important news bulletin!" the TV exclaimed. "Attention all Pokemon Trainers! Are you tired of not having enough pokemon on hand? Wish you could have better, tougher, and more diverse teams?"
Carl's interest was sparked by this, "I never knew that they interrupted TV shows to bring 'good news', but I'm not complaining!"
"Well now, you can carry 8!" the TV reporter exclaimed with extreme drama. "That's right, now trainers can carry 2 more pokemon! Is this good? You bet it is!"
"Wow!" Elise blinked repeatedly, "I never knew news casters liked their job that much. He must be new to the job."
"More on this story tonight! And don't miss the interview with a young pokemon trainer who managed to catch a rare, and hard to find Torchic!" the reporter ended, and it returned to regularly scheduled programming.
"What!" Carl yelled in anger and shock, "Mark's gonna be on TV? Let's get out of here!" Carl huffed. "All because that jerk disrupted the balance of nature, he's becoming a celebrity. That's very wrong!"
"Who's Mark?" asked Elise.
"He's Carl's old enemy back from his home town in Pallet. They're rivals in a way." Kim explained.
"Oh, I see." She nodded. "We should get going before Carl gets really upset."
"Not quite yet!" Carl butted in, "If now I can use 8 pokemon, I might as well take my time to get acquainted with my new Drowzee." He decided, while going over to the videophone to get his newest pokemon.
"Carl," Yetis intervened, "Can I ask you something. I don't think it's right for me to ask this, but would you mind if I kept Furret?" he brought up Carl's old pokemon, "You see, I want to become acquainted with it, and try to be a friend to my pokemon, like you are to yours. I promise you that I will be the best trainer it ever had!"
"That's nice and all," Carl said blankly, but then smiled, "But you might want to tell that to Furret."
Yetis merely smiled, "No problem."
***
Well, at long last our main man and his 3 human friends are on the road again, and are (finally) out of Tenor City. Carl may only have 2 badges, but he has found quite a few new friends in this town, human and pokemon alike, not that there's much a difference when it comes down to it. "I think this has to be the most interesting week I've had yet." Smiled our main man, "I mean, who would have thought that you could find so much in one city?"
"Well, Tenor City is a lively place." Replied Elise, taking the role of captain obvious for a few seconds before transforming back to her regular self, even though no transformations occurred at all, "That reminds me; do you know where the next closest town to here is?"
"No, not really," Carl responded without the need for much thought.
"Well, if we're headed in this direction, it's got to be Buckle-Vale. Let's make some good time though, without much access to soap or stuff like that, travel will be pretty tough."
"Funny you should mention that." Yetis smirked, as he pulled out a pokeball from his pocket. "I've got all the cleaning gear you will ever need right here! It's called the Hygiene Ball," He opened it up, "It contains toothpaste, soap, shampoo, even hair conditioner! I just hope you brought your own toothbrush."
"Those things are great!" Carl replied, "They've really helped me quite a bit Yetis. I don't know how I'd survive without you."
Kim was a bit disgruntled, "What! You mean you had cleaning gear all this time?" she nearly screamed, "Why didn't you ever tell me!"
"You never asked." Yetis smiled with slight fear.
"Well why did you tell Carl?" she countered furiously.
"Because he asked." Yetis shrugged.
"But now that you know, I'd be happy to share!" Yetis tried to soothe the savage ladies, but it didn't work too well. Yetis then got severely beaten by anger women. (That's gonna hurt!)
"This can't get any worse." Carl sighed under his breath, as he jinxed the situation as bad a Jynx is at physical combat.
"Ha hah!" came a mockingly familiar voice. "Having girl troubles Carl? You can't even train pokemon right, why are you trying to train girls?" It was Mark, everyone's favorite Rival! It did have its good points though, like getting the girls to stop beating Yetis before he became in life threatening state of being.
"You again. Why don't you just quit?" asked Yetis.
"I was gonna ask you freaks that same question, but I think you should stop trying to train girls instead." He smiled, assessing the newest female to Carl's team of adventurers. "I'd be happy to train them for you," he smirked, and at that point, he girls almost lunged at him to give him double treatment of what they were to give Yetis.
"That does it!" shouted Carl, "I want to battle you, right here, right now!"
"No way, I already creamed you." He scoffed.
"Fine, then battle me!" Yetis shouted in anger.
"Fine then! I will," he smirked, "We'll go 3 on 3!" he grabbed for a pokeball while Yetis did the same. "Go Beedrill!" he called out.
"Furret, I choose you!" Yetis summoned forth the Psychic fox as it slept in its fully aware state. Mark however, decided to check his Pokedex, who said what Carl's did when he looked at it, so I wont repeat.
Kim didn't know about the trade however, "Carl, that looks a lot like 'your' Furret!" she nearly stuttered.
"He is. It's a long story, I'll tell you later." Carl decided not to dwell, and instead watch the battle ensue.
"Beedrill, use Fury Attack!" shouted Mark. "Don't let him have any mercy." At which the bee obeyed its trainer and with its poisonous lance- arms, it zoomed towards the raccoon swinging madly, soaring slightly above.
"Furret, get ready to use Defense Curl!" commanded Yetis, at which the raccoon rolled into a spherical ball, to try to avoid any damage, but it was hardly enough to prevent the piercing jabs from sinking in.
"Now use Poison Sting!" he commanded, as he still gave the raccoon a curl for his life, which all depended upon tiring the bug out first.
"Furret, don't give up! Hang in there, and use Slash!" commanded the man with a plan, Yetis. Lifting a clawed hand, the raccoon slashed his way into the insect hide of Beedrill, but not without getting poison injected into it.
"Don't get discouraged. You're better than that fur ball! Use Cut!" he commanded the bug to attack. The cut managed to penetrate, and sliced right at Furret, right in the stomach. Not deadly or fatal, but a cut nonetheless. Furret was out of battle!
"Furret, you did your best. I'm proud of you. Now Golbat, use your Wing Attack!" Yetis didn't give up, and the flying menace managed to fly at the big bee with greater speed and power, but the bug was still feeling alive.
"C'mon, focus energy! You can beat this freak!"
"Use Screech, now!" commanded Yetis, as a supersonic wave managed to hit the bug with an immense force, sending him flying backwards to a nearby rock. Now the beast was down.
"Bah! Beedrill, return!" sighed Mark, "That was pathetic. You better do a better job!" he told his next pokeball, "Go Torchic!"
From the sidelines, Elise was watching, "Wow, he's good."
But back on the field of battle, Yetis was still packing heat! "Golbat, use Supersonic."
"I don't think so!" shouted Mark, "Torchic, use your head-butt!" As the bat began to emit strange sound waves, the bird merely brushed the noise aside, and leaped and rammed right into the batty fiend! Golbat backed off from his noisemaking. "Hurry, use Ember, now!" he commanded again. But as the bird exhaled flamed, something began to happen, it glowed, and began to grow bigger, and it had arms and hands too, it was sturdier in posture. An evolution had occurred!
'Combusken!' it chimed in pokemon dialect. At this, both Carl and Mark did what they had to, and both their Pokedex came through as always.
'Combusken,' it stated, 'the evolved form of Torchic. As it grows, its abilities become more centered around strength, as it becomes fighter type as well.'
"Awesome!" exclaimed Mark "Use Thunder Punch!" he ordered. At this, the warrior chicken revved up its fist and got ready to smash it at the oncoming bat, which Yetis told to do Wing Attack once more. Thing is that the punch hit first, and Golbat was jolted greatly.
"Well Golbat, you tried, and that's all that matters. Return." He held out the pokeball, zapping the beast back inside, then grabbed for the pokeball he'd use next. 'I cant use Swinub, he'll be crisped instantly. That Primeape or Abra. But wait, that thing is a fighter type.' "Abra, you're up!" He exclaimed while tossing the pokeball that held the yellow psychic fox.
"Oh brother, a sleeping pokemon!" Mark sarcastically scoffed, while rolling his eyes. "Combusken, get in there and use Scratch attack!"
"Abra." Yetis paused, 'Oh no, I forgot that he doesn't learn any real moves until evolution. Only teleport. that's it!' "Abra, use Teleport when he's about to strike!" he told the mentally developed being, who phased out of existence just in time, leaving the war bird with a dent in its claws. "Keep Teleporting."
"Combusken, just focus your energy, and don't let him get the better of you!" screamed Mark with furious determination. At this, the evolved firebird began to focus its energy, concentrating, as Abra teleported all over the place, and then "Fire Punch now!" he commanded, and Abra was scorched right in the noggin.
But Abra suddenly began to glow. Oh no, it's evolution craziness. The author has gone dull, all the pokemon are evolving in one fic. well this is the last 1, honestly! I promise! "Alright, way to go Abra. I mean Kadabra." He paused, "Use PSY-wave!" he ordered, causing the pokemon in question to create a strange energy from his mind, and focused right at the unsuspecting bird, who was wracked from the inside out!
"C'mon, don't lose. You're not weak, you better not be!" called Mark in anger.
"Kadabra, finish it off with Confusion." He commanded, as the bird suddenly began to be mentally tossed all over the place, while inside its head, it was so scrambled, you'd wish it never hatched, like the good chicken it would be. yum.
"Bah! Combusken, return." Sighed Mark with spite. "Weak pokemon, they all suck. well, all the weak ones do, that is." But then he smirked, "But I was hoping to save this for later, but now I'll beat you for sure!" he smirked, "I'll beat you with my newest pokemon." He smiled as if it were some legendary (but it isn't, don't worry! I'm NOT uncreative or pathetic enough to use legendaries), "Go!" he tossed the pokeball, and out came. something small. It was black, and had long claws, and looked sort of like a rodent. It was also emitting a cold output of mist.
'Sneasel!' it shouted, as Pokedex told Carl what it was.
'Sneasel, a thief pokemon!' went Pokedex. 'Using its shadowy form, and icy slick movements, it can sometimes sneak away with the eggs of birds, which it then likes to eat, even if the mother is keeping them warm. This pokemon is nocturnal, and doesn't like the sunlight or its sunny rays.'
"Kadabra, we can beat this thing! Use PSY-beam!" Ordered Yetis, as a glowing beam of pure mental energy went speeding towards the weaseling pokemon, and when it hit it. did absolutely nothing.
"Well, I guess you forget how dark types wipe the floor with psychics! Sneasel, use Faint Attack." Went Mark in a few breaths.
"Kadabra." Yetis became worried. The oncoming weasel was moving so fast there'd be no avoiding the damage. 'Wait a second, Dark types are weak to fighting moves, and better yet, Sneasel is part ice. That's it!' "Use Low Kick now!" he commanded, watching as the spoon wielding fox took one of its legs, and smashed it right into the weasel that tried to hit it. It seemed as though the attack had left quite a mark too. "Good job Kadabra."
There was a problem though, for it didn't stop the weasel at all. "Hah, yeah right." Shouted Mark, "Use Icy Wind!" he ordered, and what an icy wind it was, cold, harsh, and hard to move in, chilling Kadabra to the bone.
"Teleport around, and use Submission. You can beat this thing!" commanded Yetis. "I believe in you." At that, the pokemon nodded, and blipped out of and back into existence. The only difference was that he was now behind Sneasel, and pinning him to the ground with wrestling pile driver skills. And at that, we have Sneasel down for the count. 1, 2, 3! Kadabra wins! "Yea, good job Kadabra!"
"BAH!" screamed Mark, "You freaks just got lucky, but you wont be next time!" he huffed, while returning his beaten Sneasel back to its pokeball.
"Great job Yetis!" enthusiastically cheered Kim.
"It wasn't me, it was my pokemon!" he smirked, as Kadabra teleported towards him for a high five with its trainer!
"Well, now that that's over with, can we keep going?" asked Elise with impatience. If we go now, we'll be halfway there by 8:00.
"Fine!" everyone agreed in unison, as they continued on their way. But little do they know that trouble may soon be a brewing!
A/N: Another chapter here at last. I want reviews! Reviews! REVIEW! I want interesting reviews. No more one to 6 word reviews. (You people know who you are) More importantly, I want new reviewers; I get tired of the same ones every time, (you again know who you are.) That of course doesn't mean to stop reviewing. Please, I want reviews, but I also want your input. After all, even great writers like me get stuck on what to write next, so please help me out from time to time. Upcoming soon on B&T (Better and Tougher): It's April fools day, and everyone wants to have prankish fun, even pokemon, but what is this prankster pokemon that torments the people every year. Performing Mischief (hint: its name is like that word). Is this bad? Is it opportunity? Is it the next episode? No, it'll be a few more until, stay tuned, and start reviewing. or you'll never know.