All Pokemon language has once again been translated to English.
Chapter 6: Frying Pans are for Frying
The reverberation of pots and pans colliding boomed through the mansion one brisk morning. This only meant one, er, two things: Pichu was searching for an appropriate pot for his "daily ritual" or Link and his caffeinated band were practicing. It turned out to be Pichu.
Kirby moaned and wrapped himself in his Snuggle-fresh flannel blanket in an attempt to drift back into a comfortable sleep. Of course, this didn't work, but at least Kirby smelled as sweet as a freshly picked bouquet of lilacs and violets with just the right splash of vanilla. He waddled down the stairs, hoping to drown out the noise with his own yawning.
"Pichu, do you always have to cause such a ruckus in the morning?" Kirby whined as he yanked open the refrigerator to fetch breakfast.
"Of course, so get used to it," Pichu replied as he continued to noisily go through cabinets of pots and pans.
The puffball scowled and bitterly sipped some orange juice. A frying pan slid across the floor behind Pichu, though he didn't notice. Kirby was debating on whether to warn him or not.
Before he decided, Pichu stepped backwards and tripped into the black frying pan. It swiftly glided across the kitchen floor like a graceful ice skater on a rink. The helpless Pokemon released an ear-splitting squeal, causing Kirby pleasure and discomfort at the same time.
Eventually, the pan came to a screeching halt. Pichu rapidly inhaled and exhaled until his breathing returned to normal. After cleaning the sweat from his forehead, Pichu declared, "That…was AWESOME!"
Kirby stared blankly for a long moment. This wasn't quite the response he was expecting.
"You know what Kirby?" the Pokemon shouted enthusiastically.
"What, Pichu?" Kirby said monotonously, hoping he wasn't involved with whatever he was planning.
"We should SO take some of these frying pans to the hill around the block with some butter." Pichu grinned from ear to ear.
Awkward silence for a brief moment.
"The butter can be used to grease the bottom of the frying pans so we can sled down the hill with them," Pichu continued, as if reading Kirby's mind.
"Do I HAVE to come with you?" Kirby moaned as he daydreamed of going back to his soft bed and dreaming of salsa dancing with the Snuggle bear.
"Of course you do!" Pichu squeaked. "Unless…you…don't like me…" Tears welled up in Pichu's beady black eyes. Not even Kirby could resist that.
"Fine then."
"Yes!" Pichu dashed to the refrigerator and grabbed a huge tub of butter as Kirby fetched a wagon to carry the items in. After setting down the butter, he collected a couple of frying pans from a cabinet. Pichu panted and sat atop the butter container as Kirby yanked the wagon out the door.
Each step on the sizzling sidewalk felt was agony to Kirby. He was like a helpless shrimp on a giant barbecue. Pichu was actually being smart and using one of the frying pans as a source of shade and handed the other to Kirby to do the same.
"It's too hot outside. Can't we go back to the mansion and blast the air conditioners in our faces?" Kirby whimpered.
"Oh, quit your whining, Sir Hot Flash. It isn't that bad. Besides we're nearly there." Pichu pointed to the verdant hill ahead of them.
The wagon's wheels slowly stopped. Kirby and Pichu dipped their tiny hands into the butter and smothered it onto the bottoms of the frying pans. Kirby licked the remaining butter delightfully until his hands were clean. His Pokemon partner stared in disbelief.
"Why on Earth did you do that?" questioned Pichu, his tiny nose crinkling.
"Gee, maybe if you had given me time to eat my breakfast, I wouldn't be so desperate!" Kirby spat in frustration.
"Never mind that. Let's go!" Pichu clutched Kirby's hand forcefully, despite it was wet from saliva. They ran to the top of the hill and inhaled. After sitting down cautiously in their pans, they sledded down speedily.
"That…was…EVEN MORE AWESOME!" Pichu shouted, bouncing up and down in excitement. "What a rush!"
Kirby even managed to crack a smile. He too found it to be invigorating, with the wind blowing the sweat out of his face and a trail of oil highlighting the grass. They exchanged glances, greased the frying pans, and repeated several times.
"This is even better than sledding on snow!" gushed Pichu. "And you don't need any thick, itchy clothing!"
"Totally!" the once-grumpy Kirby agreed, wriggling energetically in his pan. "I could do this all day!"
Pichu frowned. "Or until we run out of butter." He revealed a half-filled tub of butter.
"Perhaps both or us can fit on one pan. We'll use less butter that way," Kirby pointed out.
"Great idea!" Pichu decided. He used as little butter as possible this time as he applied the layer of butter to the pan.
Once again, they sprinted to the hilltop with the frying pan in Kirby's hand. The puffball sat down first since he was bigger, and Pichu sat behind him, gripping his back for safety.
"Ready?" Kirby asked. Pichu nodded with a grin.
Kirby lightly pushed back on the hill as the fry pan slid down, its speed increasing every second. Somehow it began going too fast, and Pichu became scared. He shut his eyes tightly a while his grasp on Kirby grew harder.
"PIIIIIIIIIICHUUUUUUU!" the yellow Pokemon screamed deafeningly, releasing a whitish blue shock, affecting both himself and Kirby as a result.
Pichu fearfully opened his eyes gradually once the pan stopped. He gasped once he noticed that the once-pink Kirby has fried into a deep brown.
"K-K-Kirby?" Pichu stuttered, gently poking his lifeless body.
Kirby barely moved. Pichu shivered and tried his hardest to pick up the pan and transfer Kirby's body to the wagon so he could push him to the hospital. Given how little strength he had, this was nearly impossible. Pichu scurried off to find some help. Or run away from the situation and let it solve itself. Whichever.
Entry 6: Kirby and Pichu
Kirby
That stupid little bad excuse for a Pokemon…Thanks to him, I'm in the freaking emergency room, and now I have to eat this disgusting sauce-like substance. I going to kill him once I'm well again. Of course, since I'm roasted and the food is doing nothing but giving me nausea, that will be for a while. Lucky for him.
PichuI'm in SO much trouble…in the mean time, I'll dance to music videos all night long with my pots and pans like I used to! I'll celebrate my well being while I can!