Better and Tougher, the Real Adventures

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Chapter 45: Zero to Eighty in a Pincir

"Damn it all! Leave me alone!" hissed Carl as he slapped Kim's comforting hand away from his shoulder. "You're starting to piss me off!" he scolded her. "Always trying to keep me under wraps like I'm some sort of obedient slave!"

Kim was startled and very taken aback of course. Carl was usually not like this. He was realizing something or other… 'He's not trying to knack on me, but he's hating me for the things I tell him when he does knack on me.' she suddenly became a bit more upset. She wasn't in the mood to fight. "I… I'm sorry." she sighed, her head was placed in a downtrodden, defeated position. 'I really cant stand to see him feeling hurt though, in spite of his hormonal outrages!'

"Yea well you should be!" he yelled, turning to walk off for his room, his shirt still missing, leaving many back bruises to be exposed for all the world to gape at. "Bitch!" he added callously from the side.

Though Kim's eyes widened, she did not fight back. 'I think he wanted to save us… well, when he realized trouble as abound. Damn pervert.'

"What's up with him?" Cody wondered, as his Weezing returned in a hovering manner to his side. The room was in panic as people worried over the loss of their valuables, rings, and jewelry.

"He's a complete weirdo." Kim sighed. She too had lost a necklace that she had owned. 'It hurts to see him so downtrodden… WAIT! why am I caring?' she shook her head. "Too bad those blasted Rockets escaped though.

"They're not going to get away that easily!" Cory smirked. "I saw them." he continued. "Maybe we can still catch and nip em in the bud!" his hopes were high. "C'mon Weezing!" he told his purple friend and pokemon.

"Listen jerk!" sneered Bonnie, "I hate you, and uh…" she paused as she stood in the battling arena upon the ship. "I forget."

"Whatever." the calm introvert shrugged. "I'm here to battle, and so are you. Lets do just that." he grinned. "Ladies first."

"Fine by me!" Bonnie snarled as from he side she pulled out one of the magic compartment spheres. "Lets go Ledyba!" she snarled as out from its poke ball was a red shelled little bugger as it somersaulted through the air with a smirk upon its face and its upper left arm outstretched in front of it like it were beyond the might of Superman.

"I'm going bug for bug!" he smirked as he licked at his lips in a most anticipating way. "Feel the might of the Klaw!" he taunted as in front of him formed a giant bug in a ball of poke ball energy. Its brown exoskeleton looked sturdy and muscular, and the razor sharp stag beetle pincers on its forehead made look even more intimidating. 'Pins!' it bellowed in a buglike chirps.

"A Pinsir." the rocket lady mocked, "I'm so scared. Ha!" she laughed, "This punk thinks he's tough, but give him your Fire Punch, girl!" she commanded as the red bugger's arms began to glow a yellowish red. The very creature itself would seem to burn if it dared! But no! Only its arms were as hot as magma, 451 in Fahrenheit, enough to burn paper to an ashy crisp. Its small wings fluttered fast as they brought the little insect towards its target, ready to deploy its fists of burning fury!

But neither bug nor boy flinched nay the least. "If that's your idea of speed, then you need some serious rethinking. Show your stuff, boy!" he smiled as did the oddly mouthed stag beetle before him. In a flash, it was moving all over the place. It was but impossible to find, and its movements were impossible to trace. Not even the whoosh of the wind factor seemed to exist. From its standing point to the far right, and oh so suddenly it was to the left. The flitting little bug could not keep up with the creature's actions. "Body Slam, now!" the command was sent, it would be acted upon!

Two faux salesman swiftly traveled the halls. "C'mon Jay Dawg!" urged Wilbur, "We gotta hustle!" he ordered as they picked up the pace. The transfers room was but half a stone throw away.

"Yea yea! Relax ah… J Dawg?" he wondered with a roll of his eyes.

"The room looks… empty. Do we really need to dial to some off course number?"

"We have to." Jay explained. "They have the lines tapped. They'll spot our base in an instant. They cant trace the conversation, but they can trace the location."

"Ok, but still, what about the transfer itself." he spoke in a low voice. "They'll be on our smuggling asses and we'll lose anyway."

"Don't worry, they can't do that. That'd be an invasion of privacy, and technology isn't quite up to par with it anyway." the Rocket boy explained. "You could say it's a law that's waiting to happen." he grinned.

"Ah," the older male relaxed "So… which agent are we delivering to?"

The rocket grinned as he lifted the phone. "The big mozzarella cheese himself." he grinned as the number was dialed, and big bad Mafioso kingpin was on the screen himself.

"I've been-a waiting for-a you." the Italian stereotype smiled. "I break-a you face if you bring-a me bad news." he held and swayed his arm in the air as he spoke to reinforce his Italian ways.

"Well sir…" began Jay with a slight sigh.

"Momma mia!" yelled the boss man, "I guess-a you…" he paused as he looked to the screen to see many pieces of precious stones and metals. "Did-a very good." he smirked. "Perfecto!"

"Yea. Uh, Giovanni Sir. We should hurry." Jay's eyes shifted impatient and uncomfortably. "This was a good haul, I'd say, but I didn't have time for appraisals." he explained.

"Just give-a the goods and you'll be very estatico, capiche?

"Yea!" went Wilbur. "So boss," he smiled, feeling himself a little more confident. "How's the hunt for your daughter goin'?" he grinned. To say 'you're daughter is a hottie' would be honesty, but suicide at the same time.

"I know what you want. If-a you find my daughta, you keep-a your hands off, Will, or I break-a your face!" he growled, sighing "Just giva the goods. First you send me al dente pasta fagioli, you going upon a very good-a road."

"You got it." Wilbur smiled as he prepared to send the goods.

"Not so fast!" came an angry sounding voice.

"Yetis… you again?!" yelled Jay. "Well, if you're trying to stop us, its too late." he smirked as the big angry adult arrived. All the jewelry in the poke ball was in an instance gone. "Sir, we may need bailing out." he spoke quickly.

"Granted." the mafia leader smiled as the screen blipped off.

Carl Spacro sighed as he reached his, and his friend's room on the ship. "Damn them all." he grunted as he went to sit on his bed. He pulled his poke balls out of his pocket in a heartbeat. Charmeleon, Ekans, Chinchou, Ratatta, Magneton, Sudowoodo, Chikorita, and Drowzee all were materialized to the real world. "Go play somewhere!" he told them grumpily as his eyes hardened into a stern, agitated glare. "I'm not in the mood to be bothered." He sighed, and fell face first onto his bed.

The pokemon all around him glanced about in confusion, as their text was suddenly translated for the purpose of a pokemon only scene.

"What gives, eh?" went the voice of Sudowoodo. "The big trainer man seems sad, eh." its voice was rather calm, with the hint of the likelihood of Canadian Mounties.

A hiss and a slither came response. "He's jussst being difficult. Sssseems to be a phassssse." he grinned. "But I honesssstly don't know sssssquat about you folks." he glanced about. "Maybe we can all sit around and get to know each other better, yesssss?" his words were sly like, well, a snake. It slithered and smiled as it came upon the other purple pokemon present and grinned. "Esssspecssially you, youi sssseexxxy, delisssccious morssel." he grinned, patting the creature with a sly, yet eerily gentle motion as its tail readied itself for the squeeze.

And the rat panicked. "No! Stay away from me!" its voice, though very ratty (whatever that may mean), was calm and feminine. It jolted at the touch of the snake's tail. It would have been followed too, were it not for a clawed, red hand swatting him down.

"Now dear…" it was Charmeleon. "Just because god said no evolution at the time doesn't mean you have to take it out on others." he voice too, was feminine, with a raspy reptilian tinge, though in no way did any of the letters roll on the tongue.

The snake faced his head towards the floor and swung it towards the female reptilian. "Ssssorry babycakessss." he grinned.

"That's ok. I'm sure you wouldn't like the master to tie you into a many knots, now would you?" she grinned as she was about to give her mate a reptilian kiss, which is more like a lick, if it weren't for the interference.

"That pussy of a trainer couldn't tie a knot if it could save his life, let alone prove himself strong." sneered a metallic voice.

"Yea! He's a complete sap!" went a similar one with a higher tone. It was Magneton… both voices were. These are the 2 brutish Magneton heads that maintain their never wavering disloyalty to Carl.

"You dare exhibit the right to speak!" growled Charmeleon. "Carl took you in, trained you, treated you better than your last trainer, and this is your thanks?" she snarled.

"Whaddya mean?" went the Magneton on the right.

"That putz never trained 'us'." the left head emphasized.

"He just brought us a bigger sap to use to become 1337 strong." the right side smiled as its robotic computer abilities kicked in.

Their words seemed to ring true, for an upper eye was cast downtrodden and sadly aligned in sorrow and regret, out of sync with the other two spheres of metallic gray.

"You guys must think you're so smart." growled the Charmeleon as smoke of anger seeped through its nostrils.

"Careful there… wouldn't wanna suffocate yourself." warned the Magneton's lower right eye with false enthusiasm.

"Yea!" agreed the lower left, though it soon blinked in confusion afterwards "Wait a second! Of course we want it to suffocate! Don't tell me you gone soft!"

"I haven't you moron, I was being sarcastic!" the right eye narrowed into a look of anger.

"Shut up man! We gotta shock these guys with 1337 energy!" the left reminded. As the right seemed to refocus and a pulse of thunderous power escaped from their magnets.

This bolt went nowhere though as it harmlessly rebounded off of a wall of invisible force. The source of this appeared to be the psychic tapir, Drowzee as she waggled a finger in dissapointment. "The more you seek to prove thy worth, the bleaker your future will get." A female voice seemingly rich with fluent speech, a mystical air, and a hint of ye olde dialect was heard.

"Stuff it ugly!" retorted the lower left head.

"How do you put up with them?" a male, yet verdantly natural voice asked the fiery lizard. It was the Chikorita. "I mean, you've changed a bit since I remember you back at that old fart's lab."

"Well it's…" the fire lizard's eyes widened "Wait, whaddya mean by lab?" she wondered.

"I was at the lab that day. Don't you recognize me?" it asked.

"Not really. So, why are you here now? I mean, some other big human should… LOOK OUT!" it shouted as another bolt of angry electricity was sent from the Magneton.

"I was… abandoned." it sighed as it too stepped to the side to avoid the electricity. "My trainer was angry and thought I was weak. I dunno why though."

"Carl's a good lad!" chimed Chinchou, in its somewhat high pitch, yet male voice. "You're in safe hands. It paused, memories of past events however ran through the fish's mind. "Well… ok, so Carl isn't exactly the safest of people I know, but he means well." it said with hope.

"I'll take your word, but I've yet to be in a battle for him." it sighed, its leaf wafting its way behind its head.

"You'll get your chance." the Charmeleon responded, "If we don't wind up killing each other." it moved quickly to the side to avoid any zapping.

"You'll be fine." the snake sighed.

Bolts of power were continuing their raged assault. "Cut it out, eh!" went the faux tree as its mossy arms went up in defense. The magnetic creature laughed as its lower, eviler eyes narrowed.

"Make us, freaky!" both controlling heads chanted in unison.

"He wont need to." the Drowzee said casually. Its movement was not at all, as her voice was calm and her meditation unbothered.

"And what will stop up!" the right head chided with cockiness.

"It wont be you, mind freak!" its partner in crime added.

"No it won't. It will be that." the tapir pointed its finger behind the magnet, where a swirling, fiery twister was forming. Its heat and smoldering power would be overbearing for anyone.

"Eh?" asked the magnet's left head as it shifted its vision. "Uhoh…" its voice was calm. The fire was too close and getting closer. It'd be impossible to avoid.

"So, what is it lefty." the right head asked. "We're at the…" its voice was cut off as the flames connected.

In that instance, 3 metallic shouts filled the air as the magnetic beast winced in pain. Even the upper, more dormant and forsaken head screamed as well. The whole room had to cover their ears as the scream was fueled by the grinding of the metal nails and bolts, which meant loud annoying noise. Its metal skin seemed to flay as it melted slightly and formed char marks.

"Oh man my ears hurt, and I can't even reach em!" it was Chinchou, its lack of real arms meant it could not defend itself. Its eyes lowered as it thought. It had to stop the shouting! It'd die if it didn't. That's of course where a jet of water slammed the creature with all its force.

"Sssstupid fish! I cant even attempt anything!" it was Ekans, with its sensitive snake ears, its insides felt racked and shaken.

The water was no piddly force, it to was strong, and in a wave for sheer force, the creature was knocked back and tossed to the floor. Its upper eye leaned up as he controlling force of the lower scoundrels diminished, for a short time anyway. "Thank… you." it stammered as it too went unconscious like the rest of itself.

"Nicccce work babycakessssss." grinned the Ekans as his tail whipped around to smoothly stroke his love's head.

"That… wasn't me." its claws scratching at its head as it spoke in surprise. Someone else had made a brilliant display of fire. And an answer was closer than they'd think.

"Whew!" chattered the purple rat as a billowing cloud of smoke escaped its mouth. "What?" it wondered as all pairs of eyes (remember, 3 eyes is not a pair) stared at the little rodent.

"How did you…" wondered Charmeleom. She didn't want to sound too odd. "Learn that?" it settled upon.

"I dunno." the purple rodent shrugged. "I think I've always known how." her voice chattering against its large toothy fangs. "My mom always said that my dad was a Growlithe, but that doesn't make sense."

"Hmmm, ssspicccy morsssssel you are. Excccellent!" grinned the snake as it licked its lips, scaring the rodent once again as it produced a emitted a feminine squeak of fear. It chuckled at its thoughts.

"Please stop that talk." suggested the fiery lizard as it stroked the right side of the serpent's face gently. The serpent seemed to go rigid to the touch. "Sweetie, what's wrong?"

"I bit… my tongue…" its words trailed as it head fell forward, silently quiet in a long slumber.

"Snakes are weird, eh?" the tree shrugged.

"You'll never catch me!" grinned the staggeringly strong stag beetle in a clattering, squishy beetle voice filled with a lingering hiss it could not help, as it encroached from behind… I'm feeling generous, so Poke-speech is on just a bit longer.

"You'd think so." grinned the Ledyba, its voice male, yet softspoken, like the non-combat creature it was. A command was heard in its ears. 'Swift!' "But I'd beg to differ, and you'd be best begging for it too!" smirked the bug as an array of bright colored stars quickly formed in thin air. They scattered like homing torpedoes, swarming the entire room. Even as the beetle performed flips and twists and dodges to avoid them, it could not escape the wrath of the stars. Suffice to say, it was anything but defeated, its hide was strong and defensive, it'd need more power to be downed. The battle was going to be tough, as 2 bugs seemed to dish it out. The fight would be fierce! "C'mon, I've had better times getting my ass kicked by plants!" it was true, to say the least. "Now let's go!"

Unfortunately, Poke-speech has to be turned off for a bit, due to our new electricity policy. Bah! An Electabuzz power core is cruelty they say, I'll show them! Eh? What's the camera still doing here! Get going!

"So, you've come alone Yetis. You're insane to try fighting alone. We've sent the goods. You can't 'stop' us now." he shrugged. It was the truth. "You can however, battle me and make yourself seem like a hero. You'll be just like your creepy buddy, but without the crime atonement."

'I… well…" Yetis sighed, "I guess you HAVE won." it was clear. Heroes had been defeated, and villains won the battle. "I don't know how, but I must say well done." he shrugged. "Doesn't mean I don't mind beating you up just because." he grinned.

"If you really think you can win by yourself, then go ahead. You're outnumbered and outgunned!" Wilbur chimed in.

"Quiet you! Let me handle this." the young leader retorted.

"Hold on boy! You're not alone in your fight!" it was Cory and the purple landmine of a creature Weezing. "Well, 'Rockets'. Lets have some fun. The ship docks tomorrow and you're trapped in!"

"BRING IT!" went the unison of Rocketry voices. This would be a hopeless battle, but just as well, they'd fight the good fight or else.

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