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.

Previously, on The Adventures of Snorlax:

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 Forms A Plan

Snorlax, age two.

Snorlax was starting to get tired of putting in so much effort in order to steal food from the townspeople. It seemed like their absolute pig of a mayor had not come back from his vacation, so it would be much longer until there would be an announcement telling the citizens to stop eating food on the streets.

He had established his base of operations, or his "food HQ" as he called it, in a small shack behind a restaurant. This had proven to be the right choice, as people walking out of the restaurant could be relieved of their take-out orders.

Consequently, they ran off screaming at the bag-wearing whirlwind's appearance, conveniently dropping their food as they fled from the terror. Other people nearby almost always turned towards the noise, but by that time, Snorlax was already gone.

Now, you may be thinking, "Snorlax has it easy, right?" Contrary to public opinion, Snorlax was already 150 pounds at this time, so every step took a lot of energy. In order to scare the people off, he had to take a whopping 27 steps, walking from the back of the restaurant to the front.

Snorlax was tired. One can only consume so much food in a day. Normally, he would have around 17 take-out orders a day, so he would repeat this sequence of steps 17 times.

On holidays, there would be a large influx of orders, mainly to take out and eat at home. Then, there very well could be 30+ orders that day, requiring Snorlax to move his 150-pound body back and forth a lot. This could not do.

Using his brain, (because he is motivated to by getting more food) he devised a plan to sneak into the kitchens.

Step 1: Lurk near the back door of the restaurant, and wait for a worker to come out.

Step 2. When the worker comes out, use Sit on them.

Step 3: While the worker is incapacitated, rush into the kitchen and close the door behind you.

Step 4: Eat every piece of food in sight.

Step 5: Rush back out through the back door, and hide.

With these 5 steps, Snorlax decided to put his very genius plan into action. The very next hour, when an employee came out to dump the trash, Snorlax used his signature move, Sit. Needless to say, the employee was literally floored. Rushing inside the kitchen, he then proceeded to eat every scrap of food in sight.

Unfortunately, as Snorlax went into a food-induced rage,, he missed one critical step of his plan: closing the back door. As he was eating the ten-pound turkey that was being prepared for a VVIP, the worker that he had sat on came rushing back at Snorlax, this time with a metal pole that suspiciously looked like part of a lamppost. Where he got it, I do not know. Rushing at Snorlax, he prepared to smash the Pokémon with the bar.

Turning around just in time, Snorlax activated his impenetrable defense: his belly. The employee swung the pole at him, hoping to catch the Pokémon off guard, but was instead met with the pole ricocheting off its belly and coming around back at his head. Needless to say, the worker got floored for a second time that day. Paying no mind to the traumatized chefs and waiters surrounding him, he waddled out the door, content with his meal.

The employees of that restaurant developed TSSD, also known as Traumatic Snorlax Stress Disorder. They would stay away from giant bouncy balls after. He would also be known as, "The Giant Bouncy Ball who must not be named".

Snorlax's current monikers/nicknames/names of urban legend: "The Food Pirate", "The Trashbag Terror of the Night", and "The Giant Bouncy Ball who must not be named".

Hi everyone! This chapter is longer than the first one, and the following chapters will probably hover around the 2 page/700-1k word range. I will be updating this story whenever I have ideas for Snorlax's next plan, which is usually once every week or two. Also, please excuse my bad puns, and thanks for coping with them. Remember to review! Constructive criticism is welcome, but flames will be used to cook Snorlax's meals. See you all in the next chapter!

-Eclipse