Wow this chapter's kindda short but you'll get over it.
Disclaimer: WE DON'T OWN POKEMON!
"Come on kiddies! Time to sell some cookies!!!" yelled Harley, reaching into his huge man-purse and pulling out some poorly packaged homemade cookies.
"I thought we were going to sell Girl Scout Cookies." said Julia, eyeing the packaged cookies as if they had dead things in them. She wouldn't put it past Harley to add road kill and sell it to poor innocent people.
"Of course they are authentic! That would be wrong to sell people something they don't want." said Harley, leaning down to tell them the real truth.
"I baked all of these cookies last night in the microwave last night while watching Oprah. This way, I can take all the profits and not have to pay those other people to make them for me!" whispered Harley, giggling at his own brilliance. "And mine are far better anyways."
"That's not true!" May said, stepping up dramatically to Harley, but was shut down immediately by the fact that Harley was freakishly tall.
"Oh really?" said Harley, keeping his plastic smile on his face at all times. He had his man-purse by his side incase May wanted to make something of it.
"No, I was lying." she said, hiding behind Jacque, who punched her in the face.
"I like to make people cry." said Jacque, as May ran around screaming. Camden offered to pose as her attorney.
"Okay scouts, we're off to the Supermarket!" exclaimed Harley, stuffing all of the kids into his mini van. It was a disgusting car, poorly spray-painted pink and had a picture of the Harley on the hood.
"Let's blast some tunes, yo!" cried Harley, turning on his stereo which began to play "London Bridge" by Fergie.
"This right here, my children, is the way my love life goes!" said Harley, taking his hands off the wheel so he could see them all better.
"Um, you do know this is a girl singing about guy, right?" asked Lily, slightly disturbed.
"Yeah I know!" Harley answered, smiling proudly.
"Um…"
"Hey, there's a slaughter house!" exclaimed Mary in complete shock, for she was a vegetarian. Actually, the slaughter house was right next to the motel, but Harley was only moving 0.5 miles per hour.
"I have the right to remain silent!" shouted Camden, for absolutely no reason in particular. He probably just needed to have an excuse to talk. "I can get to the supermarket faster if I were to just walk, it's right down the street!"
Even though they were on the highway, with cars whizzing by at over 100 miles and hour, Harley put on the brakes and turned around to have a little man-to-scout chat.
"Listen here toots," Harley said, not minding that there were cars rolling around outside to avoid a collision. "If you have a problem with my driving, I have a problem with you!" Harley grabbed Camden by his bowtie and tried to throw him out the mini van window, but the window wasn't opened.
There you have it! Next chapter they meet some old rivals...well, Harley's anyway. AND OMG DREW'S IN THE NEXT CHAPTER! Finally.