Pokémon communicating: "We need to eat more."

Pokémon thinking: 'We need to mug a passerby for food.'

Person talking/communicating: "Run from this as fast as you can! Now go!"

Person thinking: 'Oh shoot. I'm doomed.'

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon.

Snorlax Mugs A Tourist

Snorlax, age one.

Snorlax was waddling along the road, and then, someone did the forbidden. A man dropped a potato chip on the ground, right in front of Snorlax. Bending down to pick it up and throw it away, a dark shadow loomed over him.

Looking up, the hulking figure of Snorlax loomed over him, blotting out the sun. Later, eyewitnesses would recount that Snorlax sat on the man until the man surrendered his potato chips. A second later, it was all over. A very winded man had been relieved of his potato chips, which were now under new ownership by Snorlax, now wandering away.

This would only begin the time period known as the "Age of Terror", where any unsuspecting passerby eating something on the streets would have their precious food brutally torn from their grasp and downed forever into the black hole known as Snorlax's stomach. This happened every day, sixteen hours a day, until the mayor of the city being plagued had to make a P.S.A (Public Service Announcement, if you didn't know already.) regarding the attacks.

"Every man, woman, or child may NOT eat food on the streets. This is to help our citizens avoid getting injured by the creature known as 'The Food Pirate'. Any citizen violating this shall not be prosecuted, but your lives will be at risk. 'The Food Pirate' may cause bodily harm and/or serious injury if you are eating food on the streets, and it WILL take your food. Keep in mind, no amount of negotiation will stop it from taking your food. This is the mayor, signing off."

WITH SNORLAX:

The sleeping Pokémon sneezed, and then woke up.

'Someone must be talking about me. Actually, I really don't care.'

With that, the drowsy Pokémon went back to his slumber.

Unfortunately, as some people do not listen to the instructions that are given, there were an unfortunate lot of people that ended up in the hospital due to broken ribs. After that, no one dared to eat out on the streets ever again.

Snorlax on the other hand, was very sad. He needed food other than cooked mutton and beef to sustain his pillaging lifestyle, so he abandoned the town and started to look for another one, one that did not know of his achievements.

It took him seven hours to get to the next town under the cover of darkness. It was a bustling town filled with tourist attractions, with a spectacular view of the sea from the cliffs. It had appeared that nobody here knew about the terror that was plaguing the other town, because people were eating in plain sight.

Jumping for joy, he quickly mugged a person of their banana split sundae, and ran off with his prize to a nearby alleyway. 'Score! They don't know about me yet! I think that I will have to make a base of operations here, along with a disguise.'

With that, Snorlax grabbed a large trash bag that was nearby, and donned the soon-to be frightening mask. Committing the idea of a base of operations to his memory, he set out to mug more unsuspecting tourists.

And so, his reign of terror began. Soon, there were rumors floating around that town about the "The Terrible Trashbag Tourist Terror." Fortunately for Snorlax's plan, nearly everyone dismissed them as false rumors.

Snorlax's current monikers/nicknames/names of urban legend: "The Food Pirate" and "The Terrible Trashbag Tourist Terror"

This chapter has not been beta-read, so please excuse my grammar or other mistakes. I tried the best I could. Yes, Snorlax can actually be smart. Being the lazy Pokémon that he is, he only uses it for devious ideas to get more food. Constructive criticism is appreciated, but flames will be used to cook food for Snorlax. See you in the next chapter!

-Eclipse