Chapter 3
"I can't believe I'm on a boat!" Nermal said, racing all over the deck of the boat. "This is the life! I'm on a boat, I'm on a boat, I'm on a boat!"
"Nermal, sit down." Jon told the excited cat. Nermal sat down on the seat next to him.
"Daddy-kins," Wendy said to her father. "I want a boat like this one, servants rowing it and all."
"Okay sweetie." Bowser lied. "I'll see what I can do." Wendy scowled at him, knowing that he was lying. She turned around.
Grimer, with a wooden spoon, scooped up some of the river chocolate, and offered it to Phineas.
"Here kid!" He said. "Have some of the chocolate river. It's delicious." Phineas took the spoon, and sipped the chocolate. He put it down when done.
"It's great!" He exclaimed. "The best I ever tasted. Thanks for sharing it with me."
"Don't mention it kid. Anytime at all." He took back the spoon from Phineas, re-dipped it in the river, and offered it to Reginald. Reginald took it, sipped it, and smacked his lips when handing it back. Grimer took it, and put it away.
"Smashing!" Reginald complimented. "Just smashing! You really know how to make chocolate, Grimer." The pokemon blushed.
"Oh stop it, stop it!" He said. "You're making me blush. You really like it?"
"Oh, yes, yes! Great taste that is." Grimer smiled.
Suddenly, the boat was headed towards a tunnel. Inside was pitch black.
"Uh, Grimer." Jon spoke. "I-I don't like the looks of this. I want to get off!"
"Oh Jon." Nermal said. "Pish-Posh, don't be a chicken! Come on, let's discover the unknown!"
"Okay." Jon agreed. "But let's discover the unknown somewhere else, somewhere less dark and creepy."
"We can't get off." Grimer assured him. "But don't worry, the Pikmin know where they're going." The cartoons blinked, confused.
"Where?" Wanda asked. Grimer shrugged.
"It's the unknown!" He admitted. "So I don't know where they're going. They could be going anywhere. Disney World, Chuck E. Cheese's, Legoland California, Sea World, Six Flags, I don't know, but they do!"
The boat then gained speed, then went up and down some waves like a rollercoaster. The cartoons except Grimer screamed, some with fear, and some with excitement.
"What goes up…" Phineas started, as the boat went up on a wave.
"May never come down?" Wendy guessed, afraid.
"No!" Timmy finished. "Must come doooooown!" The cartoons screamed their screams as they went down a big drop.
SPLASH! They splashed down, chocolate flying and hitting Bowser and Wendy. They screamed. The other cartoons laughed.
"She got her wish!" Reginald laughed. "The river!"
"Yeah!" Phineas agreed. They laughed and laughed.
"Not my nails!" Wendy screamed. "Not my beautiful nails!"
"Not me!" Bowser shouted. "Why not Wendy? Oh wait, Wendy is getting drenched in chocolate too. But still, why me? Why me?" The cartoons stopped laughing.
"What a good sense in conclusion." Phineas observed. "I began my summer adventures on a roller coaster, and now I'm ending on one! What a coincidence!"
"There's no earthly way of knowing," Grimer started singing as the boat went on and on. The cartoons looked at him as the Giant Baby Head passed by. Phineas noticed it.
"Hey, how did the Giant Baby Head get in here?" Phineas asked.
"Which direction we're going." Grimer continued. "No knowing where we are rowing. Which way the river is flowing? Is it raining, snowing, is a hurricane a blowing? The danger must be growing. YES, THE DANGER IS GROWING, THERY'RE NOT SHOWING ANY SIGN OF SLOWING!"
"Wanda." Timmy said as he held onto his godmother. "The tour guide is creeping me out."
"Yeah I know." Wanda agreed, comforting his godson. "He's scaring me too I imagine he's scaring all of us; but don't worry, we'll get through; you'll see."
"Make him stop Daddy!" Wendy whined. Bowser stood up and looked serious. "He's going to kill us! Well, I don't care for the others but still, he's going to kill us daddy!"
"GRIMER!" He roared. "STOP, OR I'LL EAT YOUR PIKMIN FOR DINNER!"
"Stop the boat!" Grimer ordered. The boat then stopped in a sudden halt. "We're here!"
The cartoons looked up. They were in what seemed like a cave. Each cave corner had rooms. Signs on the doors read 'whipped, coffee, diary, vanilla, and hair cream.' Phineas and his grandpa looked at each other.
"Hair cream?" They both asked at once. They were both wondering the same thing, what could Grimer possibly use hair cream for?
"My fellow cartoons," Grimer said to everybody. The cartoons all looked at him. "If I can get your attention, I'd like to introduce you to the most secret and most interesting room of my entire factory." The cartoons looked, as they entered a room labeled 'Inventing Room.'
"My Inventing Room. Where all of my inventions are simmering and cooking. Remember, no touching, messing about, telling, and no tasting. Have fun!" The cartoons raced in.
Grimer was right! There were inventions everywhere!
"Wow!" Phineas said, breath taken. "This is amazing all right! Too bad, we didn't make these this summer. Oh well! Maybe next summer!" Nermal rushed past.
"Wow!" He said, happily. "I can't believe I'm in here! You know why I'm in here right? I'm in here because I'm the…"
"World's cutest kitty cat!" All of the other cartoons shouted together, irritated. Nermal blinked in surprise.
"Wow!" he spoke. "You're right! How did you ever guess?"
"Here's a clue." Timmy told him. "Probably because you say it every time! Hello?! You're annoying us to death here!"
"I am? Well, it's true!" He batted his eyes. "I'm irresistible!" The cartoons groaned, and went to explore.
"Hey!" Nermal snapped. "Stop ignoring my charm! I'm cute, and you know it!"
"Hey kitty cat." Grimer told him. "Just chill okay? It's not cool to brag all the time. You're constantly getting on all of our nerves. We know you're the cutest, but just chillax okay?" Grimer went away.
"No!" Nermal said. "I will not chillax! I must inform the world about my cuteness; everyone must know!" He then dashed off to what the other cartoons were looking at.
It was a great big long machine. Tubes and a conveyer belt at the end. Colorful round spherical candies came out.
"Wow, Grymestimers!" Nermal observed. "Cool!"
"Fantastic Grymestimers." Grimer explained. "Go on! Take as many as you like!" The cartoons excitedly took some. Grimer went between Timmy and Phineas, who put extras in their pockets.
"Giving some to your girlfriends boys?" He asked. They looked at him. Timmy gave a disgusted look.
"Eww!" He said. "Tootie is not my girlfriend, yuck! I'm giving some to Trixie Tang, now that's the girl of my dreams!"
"Whatever." Grimer said. He looked at Phineas next.
"I have a girl whose a friend, but Isabella and I are just that; friends." Phineas told him. "We're not boyfriend/girlfriend or anything like that. Besides, I'm not the romantic type."
"You might say that now." Grimer explained to him. "But, you'll learn when you're older. She's all over you, lover boy!" Grimer then went away. Phineas looked at the disembarking Pokemon like he was crazy, and then ate his Grymestimer. He rubbed his tummy, and smacked his lips. It was downright tasty! He went to explore some more.
"Oooh!" Nermal cried. "A gum maker!" He was peering over a machine that made bubble gum.
"Bubblegum with a three course meal." Grimer told him. "Chew this, and there's no need for Breakfast, Lunch, or Dinner. That specific gum contains tomato soup, baked potato and roast beef, and blueberry pie and cream."
"Awesome!" Nermal said. He then went to look at more machines, irritating the Pikmin each time.
"Cool! A chocolate jump-rope!" He jumped in the chocolate rope operated by a machine, getting cat hair all over it.
"Cool! Chocolate pudding in a tube!"
"Cool! A chocolate clock on the wall!"
"Cool! Chocolate bunnies, chicks, and a chocolate model of the entire factory!"
"If he says 'cool' one more time; I swear, I'm going to kill that cat." Timmy said, irritated. Phineas turned to him.
"But you can't kill him." He explained. "The author of this story confirms no one will die in this story."
"Well I wish I could!" Wanda was about to say something when Timmy beat her to it. "And I know; I know! It's against Da Rules… He's just dang annoying okay?"
"And is sort of immoral." Wanda added through a mouthful of chocolate. Nermal came by Timmy.
"Oh, I'm sorry if I'm getting on your nerves." He admitted, batting his eyes. "But I got to make sure I have everybody's attention. After all, I am the…"
"We know; we know!" All the cartoons shouted at once. "The world's cutest kitty cat!" Nermal blinked in shock, and then batted his eyes again.
"Yep!" He confessed. "That's me, cuter then you! In fact, there should be a song about my cuteness."
"No!" Timmy cried. "Not a song, ugh! I'd rather be tortured by Vicky then listen to you sing!"
"Yes!" Nermal continued. "There should be a song! Everybody should know about my cuteness!" He went to the yogurt machine, and turned around, and started to sing.
"I would invent earplugs for you all." Grimer told the cartoons. "But they're all in my office, and by the time I get them, the song would be over. I could make them out of chocolate, but you may not want that. So we have to listen I guess!" All the cartoons groaned.
"I'm the world's cutest kitty cat," Nermal sang.
"And I know that as a fact
Unlike Garfield, I am not fat.
My eyes, I can bat
Cause I'm the world's cutest kitty cat
I'm a gem, I'm a jewel. Now isn't that just too cool?
Everybody wants me, I'm the cat's me-ow!
People will want to take photos of me, can't you see?
They'll say 'Gosh! What a darling!' and that is a fact
I'm not ugly or fat. I'm the world's cutest kitty cat." Grimer whispered to Jon.
"Are you sure Nermal's a boy?" Grimer asked. "Because this song implies he's a female."
"He's male I'm afraid." Jon whispered back. Nermal continued.
"Yeah, I'm the world's cutest kitty cat, the world's cutest kitty cat
What do you think of that?
I'm the world's cutest kitty caaaaaattttt! I'm the world's cutest kitty cat!" Then, KERSPAT! He fell into the yogurt machine!
Jon panicked, and looked inside. Nermal was covered in pink yogurt! Nermal looked at himself, and screamed.
"I'm covered in pink goo!" He shouted. "This isn't cute at all! It's the opposite of cute, it's… it's… disgusting! I need a bath! Yeah, that what I need; a bath! Oh Jon!" He called to the cartoonist. "Jon, I'm covered from head to tail in this gross pink goo! I need a bath! I demand a bath! Can I have a bath…" He then put on his cute face, batting his eyes. "Please? Pretty please with a cherry on top?"
Then he got shocked by his own yogurt-covered communication collar! He screamed. "JOOOOOOON!"
When he died down; Nermal was all puffed up and fluffy! All the cartoons burst out laughing, except Jon and Phineas.
"Nermal." Jon told the cat. "I hate to say it, but you were really annoying. So you sort of got what you deserved." Nermal couldn't believe it.
"What?" The cat asked, dumbstruck. "What do you mean I was annoying? You can't say that Jon, Jon!" But because the communication color was busted, all they heard was frantic mews.
"Well," Grimer told the cartoons. "At least we don't have to hear her…"
"Him!" Jon corrected.
"Right!" Grimer continued. "At least we don't have to hear him irritate us anymore." He looked at Jon. "Are you sure he's not a girl?"
"Yes." Jon said, irritated. "Yes, I'm sure."
"Well okay!" He slid back, Charmander and the Charmander statues appeared again. "Song time!"
"What?" Timmy wanted to know. "Another song? You know Grimer, I think I'll take those chocolate earplugs now."
"Too late!" Grimer said. "Just sit back and listen. Don't worry kid, it won't take long!" Music began to play, the Charmanders danced, and Grimer started to sing.
"Dear readers and cartoons, don't brag" Grimer began.
"Don't brag!" Charmander sang. Grimer sang again.
"Do it all day and you'll get on all of our nerves. Now that's just a drag.
"A real drag!" The Charmanders chorused.
"Don't you annoy, you may be happy, but to your friends, that's no joy!"
"No joy!"
"So readers and cartoons, don't irritate or brag! That'll be a real drag!"
" Don't you irritate or brag!"
"Because that will be a big drag!"
"That will be a big drag!" The song ended. The statues submerged back underground.
"So what you think?" Grimer asked them.
"There's going to be an important massage in all of your songs isn't there?" Timmy guessed.
"Exacto mundo!" Grimer told him. "Isn't it great my pink-hatted friend? It's like you're in school. Isn't that cool? Now, you won't be a fool!"
"Uh, unless you're singing, Can you not rhyme?"
"Okay! Your wish is my command. See? Your fairies aren't the only ones that can grant wishes."
"Whatever."
"Uh, Grimer." Jon spoke up. "I don't mean to interrupt the tour or anything but; where are the Pikmin taking Nermal?" They looked, the Pikmin had all grabbed Nermal, and were heading out of the room.
"To their ship, the Onion." Grimer explained. "So she can be queen of Mar…" He then looked at Phineas. "I mean Queen of Pluto."
"Uh Grimer," Wanda said. "There are two things wrong with that. One, Nermal is a boy, and two, Pluto is not a planet anymore." Grimer smiled guiltily.
"See?" He said. "I learned something from someone in my tour group. You learn something new everyday."
"They took him to their spaceship?"
"No!" Grimer laughed. "I was only joshing! They are taking her… err I mean him, to the cleaning room. They're going to clean him… hey, I sad it right this time! Anyways, he also needs a time-out for the rest of the day. Even though he only meows now; he should probably go rest, and it's more for his safety than anyone else's." Grimer looked at Timmy briefly before calling for Charmander.
"Yes?" Charmander asked.
"I need you to take Jon to the cleaning room, then to the Time-Out Chair okay?" Charmander agreed, took Jon's hand, and off they went.
"You have a Time-Out Chair?" Jon wanted to know. Grimer waved as they departed.
"Bye!" Grimer called. "Au- revior, Aloha, ciao, Auf Wiedersehen, adieu!" Timmy looked at the Pokemon.
"How many languages do you know?" The boy asked. Grimer smiled nervously.
"I have a lot of English-to-foreign language books in my slime pocket!"
"That's just creepy… and just plain disgusting."
"Yeah it is. Now, come on! Off to the next room!" Off they went to the next room, awaiting what will happen next at the amazing factory.