Mew: *Slaps GPS across the face*

GPS: OWW! What was that for?!

Mew: You've ignored me for a month on this story! What's wrong with you?!

GPS: University, stuff, ya know. Chill out. I don't own Pokemon.

Mew: But you owe an apology!

GPS: ….Sorry I ignored you?

Mew: Better. ^3^

Mew the Mew, Shannon the Dratini, and Andrew the Machop were looking at each other with looks on how to combat one another to enhance their skills.

"So…" said Dratini to Machop. "What moves do you know?"

"Mah daddy gave me many moves since the male provides the moves," said Andrew proudly as he gave a thumbs up to his dad who returned it by giving both of his right hands a thumbs up. "I know cross chop, low kick, seismic toss, and karate chop."

"I know twister, dragonbreath, slam, and agility," said Shannon as she turned towards Mew. "How about you?"

"I know many moves, but…" said the cute pink kitten and sighed. "I was only given one back."

"What do you mean by that?" said Andrew the Machop as he tilted his head.

"I know many moves such as dragon pulse, sludge wave, blizzard, psychic, and even solarbeam, but Arceus took them away from me."

"Cause you're a bad girl?" taunted Machop with a giggle. Dratini smacked him with her tail.

"Don't talk to Mew like that!" she said defensively as she wrapped her tail around Mew and hugged her. "I'm sure she has a good reason. Right?"

"Actually, Andrew is right; I was a bad girl," sighed Mew. "I don't know what move I can use, but I will try to dodge your move you use."

"Uh, okay," said Andrew. His forearms and hands glowed white and he held them in an X fashion then unleashed them on Mew. "Cross chop!" he bellowed excitedly as Mew did not even bother to dodge it. The two arms hit her small hit dead-on and she screeched loudly in pain.

"THAT HURTS!" she screamed so loudly that Coach Machamp was standing behind her and tapped her head. She turned around and looked up at the human-like Pokemon with a nervous grin.

"You need to lower your voice, young one," said the grown-up Pokemon. "You're so dang loud that I can't even think straight!"

"You can think?" said Mew. "I would've thought all the muscle from your brain went to your arms and legs!"

"Heh. The brain does not have muscles; I'm not as stupid as you think I am," said Machamp with a satisfied grin and folded both pairs of arms.

"Don't be mean to my daddy!" said Andrew again and he did a dropkick to Mew's tiny feet. Luckily, since she weighed so little, it didn't too much damage and she didn't scream that time.

"Why I oughta!" said Mew. "Maybe I have one move…Let me do this!" She began wagging her fingers back and forth, back and forth and all the sudden she exploded. Everyone around her was knocked back about 5 meters and she coughed smoke out; her fur was completely charred and she shook herself until her fur returned to the normal pink color everyone loved. "Guess I still had metronome and used self-destruct; who knew?"

"Sit in that corner!" said Coach Machamp angrily to Mew and pointed at the exact same spot she was in yesterday. "Again! And no talking!"

Mew sniffled and tears began to fall endlessly as she wailed all the way to the poor little corner with a view of the gym room. (I don't know why, but I'm picturing this story in my old middle school's gym from waaay long time ago)

Mew cried and cried and watch as the others were having fun. Surprisingly, Shannon and Andrew were having fun since they high-fived each other and were having a good time dodging moves. Mew hated being a trouble maker, but it was fun getting into trouble!

About an hour passed and Coach Machamp clapped his together, producing a thunderous sound wave.

"It's time for y'all to leave! Art class awaits with mah lovely wife!" He walked over to Mew and said, "Time for you to leave. And don't make any sass talk with my wife, ya hear? Cause she'll tell me what you've done if you so much as—"

"Come on, Mew!" said Shannon the Dratini, summoning Mew to follow her. Coach Machamp sighed and shook his head.

"It's never been this much of a headache to teach kindergartners," he said as he took out his tablet and looked up information on the internet. "Grade three students will be here any second; at least they don't have a nuisance like Mew. But they do have my other beautiful child Will who takes after his mother." He looked down at the tablet and had to put on a pair of readers to see the small print better. "Oh? This is an interesting protein shake I've never heard of."

Kangaskhan lead the children to a different section of the building. "What are we doing?" said Mew quietly.

"Going to art class, silly," said Mrs. Khan as she continued to lead the children to the classroom. The area started to smell like paint and wax, a definite sign that they were very close to their destination. She opened the door and there was Karen the Lucario, setting up paints for the children as well as canvas cloths to prevent any messes.

"Hello, my sweet Andrew!" she said in a sing-song voice as Machop of said name approached his mother and hugged her, both of their tails wagging.

"That's so cute!" shouted Mew as she clapped her hands, causing everyone to look at her.

"…Yeah." said Mrs. Khan. "That's my cue to leave!" She closed the door and ran down the hallway.

Karen the Lucario blinked and turned towards the children. "Hi, sweeties, we are going to paint! How does that sound?"

"Yay!" said the children with joy.

GPS: Sorry this chapter is shorter than others. Mew haunted my dreams demanding an update…