Chapter 24- A Random Home

The trio pass by the Pokecenter and head to the long house next door. They enter the front door into the front room. The main pieces of the room are a couple of bookcases along the back wall and a large table centered in the middle. An old man stands in front of one of the bookcases, looking over all the Pokemon books. Plants adorned the front corners to finish the feel of the room.

The old woman places the groceries bag on the table and slowly eases into a chair. She releases a long sigh as she relaxes.

"Uh, honey?" The old man turns away from the bookcase and rubs his chin. "Did we have more kids? How did you hide the pregnant weight?... And the births?... And over 15 years?... Wait… No, I still don't know how you did that, you little ninja bunny."

The old woman puts her head in her hand. "I'm sorry for my husband's insanity. He likes to trade Pokemon, but he doesn't really know what he is doing."

"What are you talking about? I traded a Jinx for a Poliwhirl, then traded my Poliwhirl for a Dragonite. I then traded that for a Vaporeon, then a Butterfree, an Ekans, a Vulpix, a Magneton, a Zapdos, a Nidoking, an Omastar, a Venomoth, a Lapras, a Pidgeot, and just recently I traded that for a Jinx. Do you have a Poliwhirl you want to trade?"

"No, all I have is my Weedle. Do you have a Poliwhirl, Missingno?"

"Well, yes. But I don't want to trade for a Jinx. That thing is weird."

Cassandra looks around the room. "Do you have a kitchen? Or somewhere to sleep?"

The old woman smiles. She pulls herself to her feet and walks to the east wall. With a push of a button, the wall opens up, revealing a hallway. "Secret passageway."

Missingno laughs. "Come on, Cassandra. This house is way too long for it to be just one room."

"Right. Silly me."

The old woman beacons. "Let me show you around. Don't forget the groceries."

Weedy lifts the bag and follows Missingno and the old woman. Cassandra groans, but still decides to check around.

She looks into the kitchen. "Um, is there someplace I can place my bag?"

"Why do you carry around such a big bag? A small messanger bag would be better, my dear."

"Yeah, Cassandra. It would be so much lighter."

Cassandra rolls her eyes. "Okay, Missingno. I should just get a bag that won't fit everything we need in it."

"Good to know you agree with me. Is there anything I can do to help, Grandma?"

"Is she your grandmother?"

The old woman laughs. "I told him to call me that. It makes me feel good to be called 'Grandma' again. You can call me that too."

"Okay… Grandma." Grandma smiles.

The old man pops in. "Ooh, can I be 'Grandpa'?"

Missingno glares at him. "No. You are now Steve."

Steve sighs. "Okay." He slips back into the other room.

"Umm… not to interrupt this great moment, but…" Cassandra holds up the bag.

"Sorry dear. You can put it on the last bedroom on the right. Or was it left? If it is full of Pokemon books, that's the wrong room"

Cassandra leaves to drop off her stuff, and Missingno smiles at Grandma. "Look, I cut up the carrots into my face."

Grandma smiles and dumps the bowl of face-carrots in the garbage. "Thanks. Can you finish stirring the pancake batter."

He salutes. "Yes, ma'am."

Missingno flops down on one of the beds in the guest room. "I ate SOOOOO many waffles."

Cassandra sits on the other. "Yeah, I still don't know how you did that with a plate of only pancakes." She moves to allow Weedy to crawl off her shoulder, and onto a Weedle-sized bed.

Missingno smiles. "Glitch power."

"Speaking of which, is Grandma a glitch?"

"No, she is just a person."

"But she called you out on all your nonsense."

"That's because she is an awesome person. So I obviously had no other choice but to name her 'Grandma."

She rolls her eyes. "I'm tired. Let's just go to bed."

"Alright, I'll get the lights." He claps twice.

"... Nothing happened."

"What are you talking about? It totally worked."

"... Your eyes are closed."

"So they are. Let me try again. They say that third time's the charm." He fires a slingshot at the lights, knocking them all out…. He then fires again for good measure.

"I don't even know where to begin." She shakes her head and lays down. She watches the crescent moon outside her window as she drifts off.