THE LOOOONG AWAITED CHAPTER!
A/N: I wont say much... just enjoy!
Popuri had noticed that something suspicious in the quaint litte town of Mineral Town was going on. Something... as in juicy gossip about a new couple... Jack and Karen! Yes, that's right, Jack, who obviously never had a chance in hell with Karen... may have had a chance in hell with Karen! Popuri wasn't sure what it was that gave her this impression. Maybe it was the way they looked at each other in the eyes for just a moment too long, maybe it was how Elli had literally caused a flood from crying for no particular reason... or so she said...(sadly, that guy from BtN who died in FoMT which, by the way, this story is about, well... died in the flood...), maybe it was the way they sat together at the Fireworks festival, or maybe it was the way they then proceeded to make out on the beach after the fireworks festival, but something made Popuri suspected something was up.
No one else seemed to suspect anything so Popuri decided that this was a mission for her and her only to deal with. She secretely exited her house at 12:01 am, because she set her timer a minute late, and walked out of the house. She walked silently to the town square. When she finally arrived... "PIKACHU, I CHOOSE YOU!" she screamed as someone's cow alarm (well, they just don't have the technology to build a car over there, OK?) went off in the distance. After standing in the square for a day trying to figure out why the hell Pikachu wasn't getting out of her toy pokeball, she finally gave up exactly twenty four hours after she first selected her pokemon of choice. "Fuck this, I'm getting Harris involved", she said, as she walked towards the mayor's house.
She entered the son of the mayor's bedroom about a minute later. He was lying on the bed seemingly naked (a sheet was covering him, I'm not that retarded...shudders and regurgitates icecream cake). "Why Popuri, what a surprise", he said looking at her suggestively. "Well... actually, your dad called you just a few seconds ago saying that I was coming in here..." "Oh yeah..." "anyway... I came to ask you about your police work, and if you cold help me with something". "Sure", Harris said, climbing out of the bed, revealing that he was completely clothed, and that the light was just shining on him in a bad way before which sickos (aka whoever reads/writes this shit) would have mis interpretted for a naked Harris... shudders and regurgtates again.
"Hmmm... so, you want me to spy on Karen and slash or Jack?" asked Harris after he had been told what Popuri wanted him to investigate which I just couldn't be bothered writing down. "Mmhmmmmmmmm" Popuri said, even though she isn't Marcia Hynes (an Aussie, you probably don't know her). "Ok... well, there's this really cool technology that can intercept text messages sent from anywhere on the island AND say who's mobile (cell) it came from... excluding that weird village with the giant bunny and the hobo down the hill..." Harris reached under his bed and brought out a suitcase around as big as Rick's glasses (it barely fit under the bed) and proceeded to open it up, along with loads of other smaller suitcases inside, until he inally got down to one tiny little suitcase.
He opened it and brought out a packet of weirdo brand mints. "Tac-tic?" he offered. The pack looked seriously suspicious,and Popuri sensed that it might be an illegal substance... like all that weed off of Jack's farm she kept being given... "Uhh... no thanks. Could I just see the SMS inbterrupter thingy?" "Oh yes, of course!" Harris pulled a smallish gizmo out of his pocket. "Ok, we'd better just test it out to see if it still works after I spilled a cracked egg on it..." while Popuri planned out the many wats she could murder Harris for craking an egg, Harris set up the device on the bed. "Ok... now, we wait... oh, it looks like someones texting already!" "Bip bip bip, biiiip biiiip, bip bip bip" the device made a funny sound that was suspiciously close to some sort of morse code, and then someone's text appeared on the screen.
"HAAAAAAZZAAAAAAAAAA!" the message was sent from Ellen to Barley. "HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAZZAAAAAAAAAAA!" came the rply. "HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" "HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" "HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
The messages continued on like this for a long time. "Uhh... maybe we should turn it off..." suggested Popuri. "Yeah..." said a now mentally disturbed Harris. "Well, anyway... I'll meet you hear at 12 to to 1 am again tomorrow night?" Popuri said in an attempt to stop Harris having childhood flasbak and saing his daddy didn't love him. "Uh.. sure", Harris said as Popuri knocked him unconsious (Ha! Told you she's get revenge!) and exited the room.