KawaiiGameFreak:Hey! Didn't expect me back so soon? Well I got some more spare time in Language class(all Language class is, is spare time) and the next chap is out! ENJOY!(P.S:To those interested, the North American release date for Pokémon: Diamond and Pearl is April 22, 2007!(it misses Christmas, it misses my birthday…that sucks))

"Je lave avec beurre derache"(translation:I wash with peanut butter)-Fox, Expect Heavy Insanity

Chapter 12:Vive le Randomness!

LAURA'S POV

This trip was taking much shorter then expected. We might even get to Newfoundland by the end of the month! The past while, everyone had been relatively quiet, except for an event involving a baseball bat and ceramic unicorns. The windows on the bus were wide open as the warm, August air blew about. "How long until we reach Labrador?" Ashley muttered. She had done nothing but complain and whine the entire trip. Between her and Peach, every other sentence was, "It's too hot in here." or "When's the next gas station coming up?" or "Shut up I'm trying to sleep!".

"A day maybe," I wasn't really listening, the warm weather was making me sleepy. "we're in Quebec now so…"

"We should reach Labrador by this time tomorrow." Alecia cheered. "Then all we have ta do is get on the boat and we're back home!" I couldn't help but cringe.

All the smasher's were fascinated by the French street signs. I guess being surrounded by a totally different language was pretty cool. Not to mention it made me feel smart when they asked me to translate. We had become bored along the way and all sorts of conversations arose. Some where just "How'd you spend last summer vacation?", but some where more interesting.

"So what are you gonna do when we get to Newfoundland?" Link had brought up the question and it had now turned into a huge discussion. No one had really said much of what was going to happen after this road trip came to a close.

"I dunno…" Ryan pondered, "…might move there, I heard the weather's great."

"Ya," I muttered, ",all five seasons."

"But I thought there was only four seasons." Mica questioned.

"Not in Newfoundland. There's spring, summer, fall, winter, and any combination of the four." A lot of the Smashers said they wanted to move there when they first arrived. I couldn't help but think about it. If some of the Smashers moved here, maybe more people from their world would move here, and not just to Newfoundland, but all over the world. We'd have new tech so we wouldn't waste fuels, we'd get free electricity, new cures for cancer…yes, I ripped most of that from a Ms. America speech, but still. The trip was going perfectly since we left Manitoba; not a fuss with the law, not a break down, nothing. As far as it looked, it was smooth sailing from here to Labrador. "Hold on." I ran to the back of the bus and brought up some beer from the cooler.

"Where'd this come from?"

"Well Ryan, it came from a dream…"

"Don't start that again."

"Ok," I groaned as I passed the beer around. "A toast, to the last road trip!" Everyone held up their bottle and cheered.

"To the last road trip!" We clinked our bottles together and started to chug. Well, everyone else just had a sip; I was the only one who chugged till the bottle was empty.

"I don't understand why you drink that." Mewtwo always commented whenever I had just a bit of booze, it's not like I'm an alcoholic. "It smells like vomit and I'm sure it tastes even worse."

"Whatever," I slurred, chucking the bottle out the window. "How do you know what it tastes like? You've never had any." All of a sudden, one of the tires popped and Alecia slammed on the brakes, causing us to go flying. Beer bottles flew forward and crashed into the windshield, spilling beer all over the place. "Look at what cha did!" I yelled at Alecia. "Ya wasted perfectly good beer!" Everyone started glaring at me. "What'd I do? She spilled the beer!"

GAS STATION

"This sucks."

"Well we wouldn't have to walk to the BEEPING gas station if you hadn't thrown the bottle out the window, which made a hole in the tire and we have no spares!" Needless to say, Ashley wasn't all that happy about the current situation. I never knew a beer bottle could make a hole in a bus tire. Go figure, learning everyday. After twenty minutes of walking, we found a small roadside gas station. "Why did we all have to come?" I'm sure that bringing the Smashers with me wasn't the brightest thing to do, but I had a perfect excuse.

"Because I don't trust you alone with the bus. Anyways let me handle this." While everyone waited outside, I approached the mechanic. He was the generic mechanic, greasy shirt, greasy hair, greasy…you get the idea. "Hello good sir."

"Bonjour. Quelle est le probléme?"(translation: Hello. What's the problem?)

"Notre voiture a un pneu plat."(translation: Our car has a flat tire) No one had a closed mouth in the joint.

"When the hell could you speak French?" Ryan exclaimed. I just smirked and laughed.

"I speak very good French; I actually passed French this year." Ryan started getting mad. I always bragged to him about my grades.

"You got a 50.2! Arg, never mind, let me try." He shoved past me.

"Well you got a 14!" It was too late. He'd opened his mouth, and when that happens, a racket usually starts.

"Votre mére est une catin.(7)" Though I'm not quite sure what he said, the mechanic didn't look too impressed. He came racing over to Ryan with a monkey wrench and started screaming (what I'm pretty sure were swears) at him. "I DIDN'T MEAN IT! I DIDN'T MEAN IT! WHATEVER I SAID I DIDN'T MEAN IT!" They continued to run around the gas station like rabid chickens.

"I knew we should've put him on a leash." Alecia sighed and shot a fireball at the mechanic, whose pants had now burst into flames.

"MON PANTALON EST SUR LE FEU ! MES SOUS-VÊTEMENTS SUR LE FEU ! JE SUIS SUR LE FEU !"(translation: MY PANTS ARE ON FIRE! MY UNDERWEAR'S ON FIRE! I'M ON FIRE!) He turned and started chasing us as we ran down the road. For a fat French man on fire, he was fairly fast. In the midst of the chase, we forgot to notice something very important…we were going away from the bus, and into the woods.

SOMEWHERE IN THE WOODS

"Why is it that both of you get us into more trouble then all of us combined?" Alecia was on one of her "You people are complete idiots and you should always listen to me" rants. She had since shifted forms (in order to run faster I assume) and was scolding us via 'mind speak'.

"It's not my fault Ryan can't speak French!"

"It's not my fault Laura popped the tire!"

"It's not my fault that…that…that…YOU'RE STUPID!"

"Relax guys." Ashley was unusually calm. "It's not every day you get to be out in the fresh air, traveling with buddies and getting back to nature. Hey, I might even see Uncle Bob out here." Mica froze up.

"Does that mean there's…wolves…out here?"

"Of course not." I reassured, "There's no wolves in Quebec."

"Yes there is. I saw one on the news and…" I bonked her on the noggin to shut her up (personally, I've always wanted to do that).

"Shut the hell up Ashley." I whispered hoarsely. "I'm trying not to scare Mica and you're telling her there are wolves in Quebec, when there's not!"

"Yes there is."

"No there's not."

"Yes there is."

"No there's not."

"Yes there is."

"Quiet!" Artimus barked. "Look, a human village." We looked past some bushes and saw what Artimus was talking about. In a large clearing by an even larger lake was a human 'village'. It wasn't too complex; half a dozen tents, two large tents and a fire pit. "Though it's much less advanced then most I've seen."

"It's called a 'camp site'." I explained. "It looks abandoned." I slowly crept out to check, then signaled everyone else to come out.

"Why would someone take the time to set up a camp site, only to abandon it?" Artimus pondered.

"Maybe they're still here," Mew mused, ",only they're invisible!" She kneeled by the fire pit and started bowing. "We are sorry, o awesome invisible people!" She continued praying for forgiveness from the 'invisible people' while we tried to figure out who owned all this stuff. Then, a thought popped into my head, a not very good one at best.

"Guys, I think I might know who owns all this stuff."

"Who?" Alecia asked, rather impatient.

"Let me check." I was pretty sure I was right, but I needed proof. "THERE AIN'T NO FLIES ON US! THERE AIN'T NO FLIES ON US! THERE MIGHT BE FLIES ON SOMMA YOU GUYS, BUY THERE AIN'T NO FLIES ON US!"

"What the he…mpphh!" I covered Link's mouth to shut him up and waited for a response. Suddenly, a distant yell was heard over the tree tops.

"There ain't no flies on us! There ain't no flies on us! There might be flies on somma you guys, but there ain't no flies on us!" A chill went straight down my spine.

"I have just confirmed who owns these tents." I gathered everyone around and whispered, afraid that they would hear me,"…Girl Guides." Silence followed.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Ryan and Link fell over themselves laughing. "What's so scary about Girl Guides anyway? Are they gonna kill us with their cookies?"

"Ya, and how do you even know that by yelling out some secret code?"

"It's a game!" I retorted, only to wish I hadn't.

"ooooooh, this is a very interesting development…" Link slurred, "Don't tell me…" He pretended to ponder about it, but I knew he had it. "…YOU'RE A GIRL GUIDE!"

"Ex-Girl Guide, I was in it when I was ten." That didn't help matters much; the boys continued to laugh their asses off. Being in Girl Guides was one of those things that happened long ago and everyone there agreed never to talk about it…ever. I could name many more things like that…but I won't bore you with the details.

"Wait a second," Ryan attempted to stop laughing long enough to speak. ",we should respect such worthwhile endeavors." Link nodded slyly and they both held up three fingers. "I promise to do my best and be a total dork!" They burst out laughing at their own joke (which wasn't all that funny to begin with).

"HEY!" Ashley roared, instantly shutting the buys up. "I was in Guides to!" You could almost see their lives flash before their eyes.

"D-did we say dorks? We meant…uh…we meant…um a…really endearing term that starts with "d" that we can't think of right now?" They put on their biggest smiles in attempt not to get killed. I could easily tell Ashley was in a good mood today, or else they'd be dead by now.

"You're lucky." The boys breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed on the grass. Ashley chuckled quietly and looked off into space for a moment. "I actually remember most of the time we were in Guides." She was referring to me, her, and Alecia when she said "we". "We had the best troop out of all of them!"

"Ya," I mumbled, ",with the worst name ever. You called us the freaking Black Raven troop! No wonder the Brownies were scared of us!"

"You wanted it to call it the Blue Bird troop; at least my name sounded cool."

"At least my name didn't sound like a street gang!" All of a sudden, what sounded like a stampede of wild oxen bellowed over the tree tops. Everyone huddled together out of fear, with Alecia, me, Mewtwo and Meta Knight protecting them. The sound grew as the wild beasts advanced; closer and closer they drew, until their shapes emerged from the forest. Though small in stature, they could instantly turn into blood thirsty killing machines. "…oh…my…god…………SPARKS!"

"…what?"

"FIVE-YEAR-OLD GIRL GUIDES!"

"…AAAAAAAHHHHH!" Me and Ashley retreated with all haste while the rest of the looney bin stayed behind. I couldn't believe what I heard next.

Laughter.

They were laughing!?! Why the heck would they be laughing when such a threat was looming over them? At least Alecia wasn't laughing, she was more…petrified with sheer terror. I stopped running and turned to face the crowd. "Alecia…are you alright?" I glanced over at the Sparks. They had a look in their eyes…a look that no one ever wanted directed at them…especially in Alecia's state of being.

"PONY RIDES!"

"…oh crap…" She took off like lightning as they pursued the flaming mare. The laughter only increased as she ran. Who wouldn't laugh at the sight of a flaming horse being chased around in circles by a group of five-year-olds screaming "PONY RIDES!"?

"While we're not being 'viciously attacked' by the 'demonic' Sparks," Artimus sarcastically chuckled. "Why don't you inform us of where this irrational fear of small children came from?" It seemed like we were complete cowards by being afraid of little kids, but there was a traumatizing story behind it.

FLASHBACK

JOE MEMORIAL STADIUM

"Hurry up Brittany!" I cried. She came scurrying up the stairs, followed in hot pursuit by Alecia, Ashley and Robyn. "Hurry before they show up!" We all ran as fast as we could to escape the inevitable danger. The rink was near empty; we were up in the tops of the bleachers, away from the eyes of the coaches on the ice below. If they could see us, maybe we wouldn't have to run, but they couldn't, so we ran. We'd come because Brittany had convinced us to come to one of her little brother's hockey practices, she failed to tell us one minor detail about his teammates… "They're completely BEEPING insane!"

"No BEEP Sherlock!" Ashley hollered as we hopped up another row of benches. We continued running, not caring in what direction we were going, just trying to get away. We ran around a corner, hoping it was an exit.

Dead end.

We crashed into the wall and fell on top of each other. As we tried to scramble to our feet and run back around…they arrived. Goalie masks adorned their faces; hockey sticks were held one in each hand; bulky equipment gave the appearance of gigantic muscles. "Looks like we've caught our prey, boys." The leader snarled; his subordinates chuckled wickedly. They advanced on us, ignoring our shrieks of terror. Before we knew it, it was too late.

END FLASHBACK

I shuddered violently at the memory. "It was horrible man…those hockey sticks hurt…especially in the no touchie areas." The Sparks had stopped chasing Alecia and had gathered around to listen to the frightful tale. "It was a good ten minutes beating before the coaches heard us screaming…I still have a giant bruise on my leg…it goes quite well with the scars on my back. It's a freakin' miracle I got skin left on me." The little girls "ooooh"ed and "awwww"ed.

"Can we see?" One of them asked. I didn't mind showing off my scars, as long as they didn't ask how I got them.

"Ya I wanna see them too!"

"Ok, ok, hold on a sec." I lifted up the back of my shirt so they could see the scars, and my awesome tattoo. More "oooh"s and "awww"s.

"Cool! How'd ya get 'um?"

"…how'd I know you were gonna ask that?" I chuckled. Normally I'd get defensive if anyone asked me about my scars, but it was different now. I knew why I had powers. "I'll tell you…but on one condition…" They nodded eagerly in agreement to whatever I was about to say. "You try your very best to believe me; because everyone I've told hasn't believed me." I turned to Sakura and smiled. When I told her all about what happened, she said she believed me, but I had my doubts. But I think becoming Mewthree convinced her fully. Trust me, once you see your friend turn into a super human cat-like monster, you'll believe anything.

"First you have to tell us about your weird friends. Are they cos-players?" I couldn't help but laugh. I'd actually love to see some of the Smashers cos-play, maybe as each other! I'll have to jot that one down for next Halloween.

"Nope, their the real deal." The Sparks' eyes traveled to each of them, getting more and more confused along the way. "I'll explain it all to you a little bit later; on the other hand…where are your leaders?" It was surprising that this group of a dozen or so girls was left all alone out in the woods. Just then, a rustling was heard from the woods. Once again, we readied ourselves for battle. Two shapes emerged from the wood; both female, both carrying bows and arrows. I assumed they were the leaders. I wasn't afraid of them! "To action!"

"We surrender!" I turned around to see just about everyone's hands up in the air. Needless to say, it wasn't the best spot to be in at the time.

"ehhehe…thanks for the support guys…" (insert anime sweat-drop here)

LATER THAT NIGHT

SAKURA'S POV

After we'd explained our problem to the leaders, they invited us to stay the night. We gathered in the one of the leader's large tents as it began raining not too long ago. All the girls were busy fussing over how cute Thunders and Kirby were and trying to stay as far away from Mewtwo-san as humanly possible. Laura-san said that this would be fun, just like the camping trips she used to take as a Guide. "This is great! It'll be just like old times! We'll roast Cheezies, sing genie songs…"

"What's a genie song?" One of the girls asked.

"I'm glad you asked that question. Want me ta sing one?" They all nodded. "Ok. There's a place in France where the women wear no pants, and the men don't care cuz they got no underwear. Along came a genie with a ten foot…"

"Laura-san!" I shouted. "That's inappropriate for little children!" She shrugged her shoulders.

"Alright, I know another song. Miss. Landers was a helper, she cooked food in a wok, Mr. Heric was her boyfriend and he had a great big…"

"Laura-san! Do you mean to tell me that you sung songs like that, when you were ten?"

"What? I knew everything by the time I was eleven." (insert nameless expression of horror here)

"Well I'm sure these children don't need to know such things."

"Hey…they'll learn where babies come from eventually."

"They come from New Jersey, stupid." Mica retorted. Laura-san burst out laughing. "That's what Nana told me anyway." All the adults chuckled a little. I wish I could be like her, not knowing everything and full of child-like wonder.

"…wow Mica…your naivety even surpasses Sakura's." I blushed a little. She teased me a lot about my gullible and naïve nature, but I know she doesn't mean harm by it. Teasing her is just her way of complementing someone; like when she calls someone a smartass, she means that as a complement, despite her tone of voice.

"You still never told us about how you got those scars." The Spark was joined by other voices, including the leaders and Mica. Even the ones who already knew the story wanted her to tell it. She agreed.

"If you want me to tell you, I'll have to go a ways back, about five years ago, to when the Smashers first arrived on Earth." I enjoyed hearing Laura-san's story. It had everything a great story should have: comedy, romance, action, betrayal, heart break, triumph over all odds, and a happy ending. Though the whole story is far from over, it appears as though a happy ending is inevitable for most. Her story was truly amazing. If this story were a book, it would sell millions of copies on day one; if it were a movie, it would be the greatest blockbuster of all time and win every Golden Globe. Why can't my life be that exciting?

Everyone listened attentively, not missing a second. They gagged during the romantic parts, laughed during the funny parts and almost cried during the sad parts; and Laura-san did all the same. She was a great storyteller. She could tell you she was born on Pluto and she would be so convincing, you'd believe every word. The story had finished and there was not a closed jaw in the room. I could tell they didn't believe her, but proof was sitting right next to them so they had to. Suddenly the tent came alive with yelling and screaming, all directed at Laura-san. "You are so cool!"

"How'd you get super powers?"

"Are you human? And why can the pony talk?"

"I'm not a pony!" Alecia snapped. "I'm a ponyta. There's a difference."

"Isn't that a pokémon?"

"Are you a pokémon to?" We both giggled a bit.

"Yup." They all gasped. "I may not look like it, but I'm actually a super powerful demi-god. Wanna see?" They nodded enthusiastically. "Alright, hold on a sec." She closed her eyes and focused. She began to glow hot white; and when the light faded, she had changed form. "Well?" She flapped her wings for show. "Ya like?"

"You look like Mewtwo. Are you related?" When Ryan-san asked that, she got quite angry, but at least she was showing more self-control for the Sparks.

"Nope, same species, though…I think…" As she was pondering, a bolt of lightning struck across the sky. The Sparks squealed out of fear. The leaders let us stay in this tent and use the sleeping bags while they and the Sparks ran a short distance to the next large tent. I didn't like thunder storms, Laura-san didn't like them either as she was cuddled up against Mewtwo for protection. The same could be said for Peach and Mica, who were curled up tight against their respective boyfriends. No matter what science says about why thunderstorms happen, I'll always believe that they were invented by men as an excuse to get closer to their girlfriends.

"We should get some sleep," Ryan suggested. "But there are only seven sleeping bags." He turned to Alecia and smiled slyly. "I guess we'll have to share."

"I'll sleep on the floor thank you." (blink)(blinkblink)

"Ooooooh DENIED!" Laura-san broke out of 'terror mode' and high-fived Link at Ryan-san's misfortune. It's only natural that bad luck with women follows Ryan-san like a lost puppy with rabies, attacking him at will. It's quite fun to watch. Everyone agreed with Ryan (for once in his lifetime) and got settled away, each with a partner, except Alecia, who slept on the floor. I slept with Kirby and Meta Knight got stuck with Ashley. To be perfectly honest, they would make a good couple despite the size difference. If Mica and Thunders could work something out, then why not those two?

The thunder continued to roar and the lightning continued to flash, but we managed to sleep. We couldn't hear the thunder anyway over Laura-san's snoring. The next morning we got up and went along our way, journeying to Labrador, but we didn't leave right away. We left a little memory of our stay for the Sparks. It may not have been the most pleasant memory, but it was a memory none the less.

THE NEXT DAY

ROAD TO QUEBEC CITY

NORMAL POV

Along the highway in the noon hour, two vans drove along swiftly while a chorus of five-year-olds sung camp songs at a volume usually reserved for rock concerts. "FORTY YEARS IN AN ICEBURG, OUT ON THE FROZEN TIDE. NOTHING TO WEAR BUT PAJAMAS, NOTHING TO DO BUT SLIDE…" The driver of the van didn't mind the noise. She was used to the ruckus from past Sparks trips. They continued to sing without a care in the world. Until, that is, a popping sound was heard and one van swerved slightly right, causing the girls to shriek in terror. The driver stopped and the van behind stopped as well. Both drivers stepped out of their vehicles to check out the problem. It turned out that the back left tire on the first van was flat as a pancake.

"I'll get my spare." One driver went to the back and opened up the trunk…to find no spare tire. "What happened to my spare?"

"Mine's gone to!" The second driver exclaimed. Both drivers pondered and pondered about who could have stolen their spares while the Sparks waited impatiently to get moving again. They paced and paced for another while before one of the Sparks piped up with a reasonable answer.

"The pokémon lady said she needed a tire." The drivers stopped pacing and stared at one another. The tykes started laughing while the drivers attempted to push their respective vans to the nearest gas station…which, conveniently, was three miles from their current location.

KawaiiGameFreak: Sorry for the wait, it actually came out much sooner then expected. I've been working a bit getting the main plot for "Origins" going and I'll have the first chapter of that up as soon as I finish this fic.

Sakura: How many chapters are left?

KGF: From the looks of things now, it'll have about the same number of chapters as "A Wish Come True?". I'll try to be faster with updates from now on. Ja ne!

(7) For those interested in what Ryan said to the mechanic, PM me (it might be a tad too mature for the fic).