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:

'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 Goes Gigantamax On Helicopters

Snorlax, age five.

Snorlax's cult following had recently skyrocketed in membership and it was all due to the masses of people wanting free food. There were now raids weekly, with over two thousand members leading the charge while Snorlax sat back and relaxed.

The warehouse was also expanded to have three floors, to accommodate all of the new arrivals. Now, the first floor was the gym/new arrival zone, the second floor was the living quarters and the kitchen, and the third floor was the observatory and the newly added farm. It had been hard for Snorlax and Alakazam to procure the materials and the construction crews to build extra floors on an existing building, but eventually, an architect and multiple construction crews were hired to work on the extra floors.

All of the new additions were paid for by the LFS, or the Loyal Followers of Snorlax. This was a donation of 50% of the followers' assets, which were then sold for money. This proved to be just enough to pay for the new floors.

Alakazam had gotten over his frustrations and decided to fully cooperate with his business partner. It had turned out that he had an inferiority complex, and Snorlax remedied that very quickly. Alakazam just needed a few hundred people to call him "Your Majesty", and he was content with his life. There was a legend circulating around the nearby town that Snorlax was an unstoppable force on his own, but when he and Alakazam joined forces, there would be no one capable of stopping them short of the military.

However, they were running quite short on funds. And so, Snorlax made the choice to turn his cult following into a business where they liberated food from their previous owners and resold them to other businesses. The S&A Liberated Food Corporation turned huge profits in its first week of business, and soon, it was THE food supplier for many supermarkets. No other food supplier could come close. (Ironically, most of the food that got sold by S&A Liberated Food Corp. came from other food suppliers.) In the past year alone, they had made almost two million dollars, and half of that went into the vault. The other half was spent on stocks and bonds, thanks to the expert counsel of a stockbroker and a banker that had recently joined the newly named "Raiding Party". Alakazam charmingly dubbed them, "the Lazy Ass Freeloading Raiders."

Three days later, half of the members of the party "conveniently" went mad. When questioned, Alakazam's only reply was, "Perfectly balanced, as all things should be." The investigators left him alone after that, lest he snap them into madness.

Five-year old Snorlax was a natural leader. Without the task of micromanaging everything the company did, he was free to lead the followers on daring raids. He was also known for his ability to use Sit on almost everything. For example, he used Sit on the toilet, and no one ever got indigestion ever again. He used Sit on a helicopter, and no military troops dared to attack his base of operations. There was one time that he almost got caught by the military.

Flashback start:

Snorlax and his five hundred troops were boxed in at the edge of the bay. Thirty-seven AH-64 Apache Attack Helicopters were hovering around them, not leaving any room for escape.

"What should we do, your Majesty?" asked one of the panicked followers.

Grunting and pointing to the water, he gestured for his followers to get in the water.

"Of course, your Majesty!" was the reply, and five hundred people dove into the water. Snorlax just concentrated, as the helicopters fired their tank-destroying missiles at Snorlax. His followers, who were in the water behind him closed their eyes and waited for the explosions. Smoke billowed up from the area, but after a few seconds, no explosions were heard.

Thirty-seven small ploinks were heard instead. The smoke cleared to reveal a grinning Snorlax, who had abruptly swelled up to the size of a skyscraper. The ploinks were the missiles impacting his belly. The helicopters, not realizing that the missiles were ineffective, fired again.

Catching three missiles, Snorlax lobbed them back at the helicopters, who had no choice but to destroy them with more missiles. Snorlax repeated this process until the helicopters were all out of ammunition, and with a limited field of vision caused by the exploding ammunition, they could only watch for the outcome.

The next thing that the terrified helicopter pilots saw was a three-hundred foot tall Snorlax crackling with malevolent purple energy. Ominous red eyes gleamed out of the smoke. The helicopter pilots turned around and immediately fled.

SMACK

A gigantic hand came out of the air, and sent the poor helicopter and its pilots flying into next week.

BOOM

The careening helicopter broke the sound barrier, and promptly burst into flames. The pilots ejected. The rest of the pilots that were looking on in horror heard a low growl.

WHOOSH

Snorlax punched the air at Mach speed, sending a shockwave towards the retreating forms of the helicopters. More and more helicopters fell from the sky, until only a few were left.

The lucky pilots in their helicopters were spared from the fate of ejecting from their smoking helicopters, but only if they followed Snorlax to base. There was no voice of dissent among the pilots as they flew their helicopters to the base, following the gigantic Snorlax and his crew.

End flashback.

Snorlax looked over as he heard the sound of helicopter blades. It seemed that the newly-formed SAF (Snorlax Air Force) had been busy with their food runs. The newly-acquired helicopters were used sparingly, as Snorlax and his crew had no constant source of aviation gasoline. They would have to rectify that in the future. These thoughts did not cross Snorlax's mind as he sipped some ice-cold lemonade. He had an assistant who did that.

With Alakazam:

Alakazam's brain hurt. He had been micromanaging the day-to-day activities of everyone in the "Lazy Ass Freeloading Raiders", which was upwards of two thousand members. Even with his telepathic abilities, he was slowly going insane. Cursing "Sir Lazy Ass the First", a gibbering Alakazam's mental state slowly wasted away at a desk, doing paperwork.

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", "The Rubber Couch Potato" (by Alakazam), and "Sir Lazy Ass the First"(also by Alakazam)

I had so many laughs while writing this chapter and my friend did as well. In fact, my friend was the one that came up with Alakazam's nickname for Snorlax's cult! We were discussing this chapter, and when he got to the part where they said the name, he was like, "Raiding Party? That sounds too lame. How about naming it… the Lazy Ass Freeloading Raiders?" Yep, we both cracked up. Anyway, remember to review! Constructive criticism is appreciated, but flames will be used to cook Snorlax's next meal! See you in the next chapter!

-Eclipse