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:

Snorlax looked at his partner, and nodded. Storing the food for another eating spree, they plotted their next move. They needed to get a larger following.

Snorlax Gains A Cult Following

Snorlax, age five.

It had been a year since he and Alakazam enacted their plans for a larger following. The plan was to appeal to the people that they had everything to gain from joining Snorlax's group and nothing to lose. So far, they were succeeding.

They had already gained a following of three hundred of the town's residents, mostly comprised of conspiracy nuts and atheists that had been converted to Snorlaxism. Wait, Snorlaxism?

Yes, that's absolutely right. Part of Snorlax's plan to gain a raiding par- I mean, a following was to create a new religion.

ONE YEAR PRIOR:

Snorlax and Alakazam headed into the nearest Staples (a store for office products) to get an office printer, some toner, and reams of paper.

The store surrendered the items easily enough, because of the law that stated that all items stolen have to be compensated by the insurance companies.

When the duo got back to the warehouse, they got to work setting up the printer. Snorlax drew up a poster on a sheet of paper, and copied it by the thousands. Then, Alakazam made the paper levitate and scatter all over the countryside, where it eventually reached the city.

The first to join was a rather eccentric young conspiracy nut that saw that poster and believed Snorlax to be the "One Above All", and that he would save them from the apocalypse. And so, the nut prostrated himself on the floor, right in front of Snorlax.

Snorlax was not expecting the posters to work that quickly, so he had the nut print high quality posters from his computer.

Soon, Snorlax was beginning to gain a following. Over a hundred people had joined him, and more were surely on their way. The warehouse was beginning to grow a bit congested, so Snorlax had to come up with a new plan.

That plan revealed itself in the form of a construction-company boss-turned-follower that was all too willing to serve his new master. Using Alakazam's psychic abilities, he relayed the plans for expansion to the construction boss. They set out to work immediately.

PRESENT DAY:

Snorlax lounged inside the warehouse. Walking to the next area of his "food HQ", he basked in the warm bright sunlight flooding the spacious hangar. It had been completed a few months before, and it featured a large pool, a gymnasium, and an observatory complete with a telescope. Lumbering along to the gym, he prepared to lift some very heavy weights in preparation for the next raid.

With Alakazam as his spotting partner, he managed to lift twenty repetitions of very heavy one-pound weights. Then, his arms collapsed due to the strain of lifting one-pound weights twenty times in a row.

Then came the belly exercise. In order to check that his abs were in tip-top shape, he had Alakazam set a very heavy one-pound weight on his belly. Then, he contracted his abs, and the weight was flung ten feet in the air, and then came to rest back on the shelf. Satisfied with his performance of weightlifting, he made his way to the pool to train his endurance.

He got to the pool, and then he thumped to the springboard. Since Snorlax was too heavy at this point for a regular springboard, which would only snap if he jumped on it, they had installed a specialized air cannon to launch Snorlax up in the air with tons of force.

After laying down on the air cannon, he signaled for his right-hand Pokémon to activate the cannon. The eager Alakazam smashed his fist on the button, launching his boss thirty feet into the air. Quickly getting behind that blast shield, Alakazam watched as Snorlax splashed into the water with a thunderous BOOM. The water displaced immediately rose up to form a twenty-foot wall of water, soaking the entire pool complex before disappearing as quickly as it had come.

Climbing out of the pool, Snorlax looked over at the blast shield, where a very upset and cold Alakazam was standing soaked behind the blast shield. When they had the shield installed, the manufacturers has claimed that it was "hurricane proof" and that it had been tested with three cubic meters of water splashing against it at sixty miles per hour.

However, it did not appear to be Snorlax-proof. Alakazam decided that that they would have to install more countermeasures against the immense water displacement and rectify the flaws in the splash shield.

'Mhm, we really do need to install more security measures against your unnaturally large splashes.'

'Hey! I can't help it, I was trying to build up my pain tolerance with that belly flop too!'

'Whatever you say, my oh so benevolent lord and master.'

'… I really hate you right now, Shazam.'

'My name is not Sha- … never mind.'

Abruptly cutting off their mental link, Alakazam slogged off to go order some new military-grade bulletproof windows and to dry himself off in the process. Watching him go, Snorlax silently chuckled as he knew that he had won that argument.

The final part of the new warehouse was the ranged target room. The room was over a hundred feet long and fifty feet wide, and it was soundproofed with specialized walls to minimize any shock from an impact. Inside were a variety of remote-controlled robots that could be deployed with a touch of a button, each with a compartment for chips.

As Snorlax admired the spacious room, he saw Alakazam gesturing at him to start from the control room. What he could not hear, was Alakazam's ranting at him to hurry up, as the other Pokémon had not established a mind-link.

WITH ALAKAZAM

Alakazam was mad. To say that he was pissed would be an understatement. He was just a hair's breadth from being stark raving mad, but at the same time not quite there yet. He decided to go on a much-needed rant about how Snorlax was inconveniencing him.

'I was looking forward to watching the new movie, Detective Pikachu.! But instead, this overgrown rubber couch potato has to get me SOAKING WET, and now instead of being in a warm couch watching Detective Pikachu, I'm placing orders for military-grade bulletproof windows and watching the same couch potato chase a robot just to get some extra JUNK FOOD! If it weren't for the fact that Snorlax could help me with world domination, then I would be out the door this INSTANT!'

Snorlax, who was busy hunting down another food-bot, abruptly stopped and sneezed. Looking over to the control booth, he saw that Alakazam was waving his arms around wildly while flailing about the room.

'Why do I get the feeling that Alakazam is mad at me for some reason?' mused the puzzled Snorlax, who, in his musings let the food-bot narrowly evade his grasping claws.

'Aw man, and I nearly caught the bot too! Looks like I'll have to focus on this more.'

With that, Snorlax resumed chasing the food-bots, while a very mad Alakazam went about raving in the control room.

Snorlax's current monikers: "The Trashbag Terror of the Night", "The Giant Bouncy Ball who must not be named", "the Bane of All Insurance Companies", and "The Rubber Couch Potato" (by Alakazam).

Hi! It's Eclipse, back with another chapter! This one took me too long to get out. Looks like a certain Pokémon is out for blood! Also, I finally decided on what Snorlax's team will be named. That will be revealed in the next chapter! 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