Seventy-Six
SPACESHIP!

"Okay, so we're mostly together," Reevee21 enticed. "Now what?"

"We go on an epic quest to get back to our PC box!" Buizel declared, raising a random broom in the air in an 'X ALL THE Y!' pose.

"THAT'S MY PROFILE PICTURE!"

"I don't think that'd be necessary," Cid muttered, taking out a random laptop. "If y'all are data-compatible, we should be able to transport you back through a common computer."

"HEY! Do NOT mistake me for him!" Treecko argued, pointing to Agumon.

"Err, that won't work…" Quilava trailed when Cid tried shoving Treecko into the screen. "There's this whole complicated physical-to-data method, and…yea."

"Darn it," Cid hissed, dropping a slightly crushed Treecko. ("SLIGHTLY crushed?!")

"You could find Digivices and use them to save the digital—"

"NO!" Everyone shouted back at Agumon, who shrunk back.

"We are so replacing you with a Floramon next chapter," Kirlia growled at the suggestion.

"Naw, I like a Gabumon more," Reevee21 hummed, in a philosopher pose.

"YOU could use your authoress-powers or whatever to transport us back!" Serperior gasped.

"No!" Reevee21 gaped. "That would make me a Mary Sue!"

"Oh, yea. Can't be having Mary Sues in this fic," Luxio noted with a whistle. "That would be bad, I mean, B-A-D, BAD. We'd get so many flames, we could roast a barbecue! No, roast a HUNDRED barbecues! Then we would die of overstuffing ourselves with all the meat—"

"Will you SHUT UP?!" Swellow hissed with gritted…beak. "Will you SHUT UP?! Will you SHUT UP?! Will you SHUT UP?! Will you—"

"Who has Swellow's medication?!" Percy groaned.

"I could try and teleport us all back!" Zelda suggested.

"What's the downside of that?" Sora asked.

"We'd all be Pokemorphs, or the house would be taken with us, or I could explode. Side effects may include nausea, internal bleeding, diarrhea, gas, bloating, minor case of serious brain damage…"

Zelda continued to list off side effects to the side effects while Sora facepalmed.

"Or…we go on an epic quest to get several items that would teleport us back to our PC box!" Buizel declared, raising a random broom in the air in an 'X ALL THE Y!' pose. Again.

"Yea, that seems like the best option," Donald concluded. Zelda was now ranting about "talk to your doctor about dimension-ripping!" in the background.

"Great! TO THE GUMMY SHIP!" Sora declared, racing off to the ship.

"YAY! WE'RE GONNA EAT FRUIT SNACKS!" Rotom squealed, nearly taking Aerith's bangs with him as he dashed after Sora.

"Pokémon misplaced? AstraZeneca might be able to—HEY! WAIT FOR ME!" Zelda yipped, seeing how everyone else had left.

Five minutes and a takeoff later, in the Gummy Ship…

"Think we should have rented a bigger ship?" Charizard growled as they were once again, all crammed up in a vehicle not capable of holding the characters.

"YES," Donald squawked from below the pile.

Swellow and Treeko, who were both pressed up against the glass together, were currently gaping at the wonders of space while the ship moseyed along.

"Look at all the beautiful stars…" Swellow gaped.

"Oh, I see you've had your post-lightning medication!" Treecko smiled.

"Look at all the beautiful stars…look at all the beautiful stars…look at all the beautiful stars…" Swellow repeated like a broken record.

Treecko wanted to facepalm, but couldn't, as his arm was currently wedged in Chestnaught's hood.

"Hey, who's driving?!" Chestnaught asked.

Everyone looked to the suspiciously un-crammed driver's seat…

…seeing Zelda at the helm, singing the Star Wars main theme.

"OH DEAR ARCEUS NO," half the Pokémon said simultaneously.

"PUT IT INTO HYPERDRIVE, CHEWY!" Zelda declared happily, slamming on the gas.

The Gummy Ship sped up to two million miles an hour! …oh, excuse me, two million one thousand and fifty-two. Well EXCUSE ME for not knowing these Heartless Ship's numbers.

…WAIT, WHAT?!

"ZELDA, GET OUT OF THE COCKPIT! WE NEED TO SHOOT DOWN THOSE SHIPS!" Sora shouted.

Zelda didn't hear over her own Star Wars narration and continued to speed, zip, and brutally ram the enemy ships.

Fennekin, through a series of unfortunate events, ended up with Frogadier's head right near her ear. Unlucky for her, she had sensitive hearing…and Frogadier was screaming like a banshee.

"I LOVE YOU, BRO!" Reevee21 wailed, hugging Pit for dear life.

"IF I DON'T MAKE THIS OUT ALIVE, TELL VIRIDI I LOVE HERRRRRRR!" Pit sobbed as they headed for a crash-landing on a random planet.

CRASH-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!

CABLOWIE! \('w')/

Meanwhile, on Disney Castle (the planet they crash-landed on)…

"WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT?!" Daisy shrieked.

"Oh my," Queen Minnie gaped, staring up at the Gummy Ship that had crashed into the beautiful, BEAUTIFUL gardens.

Upon coming to it, the lady-in-waiting and her queen spotted our beloved characters spread about the gardens in various locations…and postures.

Reevee21 stood up from her Reev-shaped ditch and cracked her back, looking up and spotting the two. "Oh! Hi! Hiii!" she waved to them from thirty or so feet below the surface. "Nice to meet you! Sorry about the garden, we had a crazy driver in charge!"

"I DRIVE PERFECTLY FINE, THANK YOU!" Zelda growled, stepping out of a rose bush with many "OW, MY ARM!" and "OW, MY LEG!"

"I say otherwise…" Sora groaned, slung over a branch.

"Amen to that," Serperior nodded, casually laying out on a branch like she hadn't just plummeted from a ship going at two million miles an hour…oh, excuse me, two million one thousand and fifty-two. Again, still not good with ship technology.

"HEY?! ARE WE ALIVE?!" Fennekin shouted. "FROGADIER MADE ME DEAF, I CAN'T HEAR A THING!"

"WHAAAT?!" Frogadier hollered back, also deafened by his own screaming.

The other Pokémon eventually regrouped, some being helped out of bushes, others out of their self-made ditches, a few wedged in the insides of the ship and needing assistance out.

"We have crashed our ship and now have no way of getting home," Lucario noted.

"Jeesh, you sound like Baymex or something," Flygon grumbled.

"What's gotten under your scales?" Charizard raised an eyebrow.

"My coffee thermos broke on the way down, we crashed from a spaceship, AND I WAS STUCK IN THE MIDDLE OF THE PILE WHERE EVERYONE'S BUTTS WERE FARTING FROM STRESS!" Flygon roared.

Flashback, the past is fun~!

"*Fart*AUUUUUUU*Fart*UUUUU*Fart**Fart*UUUUUUUU*toot*UUUU*Fart*U*Fart*UUUU*Fart*UUU*BLOOOOORT!*UUUU*Fart*UGHGH!"

Back to the present, the future sucks…

"A dirty joke? Really, Reevee?" Percy growled. "I am ASHAMED of you, Renee. ASHAMED."

"Sorry, it was a funny thing I heard off the internet!" Reevee21 giggled impishly.

"And you say that you need to get home?" Daisy concluded from an apparent explanation.

"Short answer, yes," Goofy answered. "And…a new ship would be nice.

Elsewhere, in the Organization XIII base…

"-And this is the throne room!" Demyx declared, swinging open the door.

"Oooooooooh…" Zoroark and Absol awed simultaneously.

"Yea, just one little, little thing," Axel smiled nervously.

"And what would that be?" Absol asked, raising an eyebrow.

Suddenly, a random Organization XIII member came plummeting from the height of one of the thrones, onto the hard, solid ground.

"Don't lean over to far to look at visitors," Axel continued. "Got it memorized?"

"…HAHAHAHAHAAA, You just quoted yourself. Anyway, yea!" Zoroark smiled.

"GREAT!" Demyx fist-pumped. "Now if we could only find the boss—"

"—AAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUGH!"

CRACK!

Axel and Demyx visibly winced as the leader of Organization XIII came plummeting from his throne, also onto the hard ground.

"…you're not a very organized organization, aren't you?" Absol grunted.

"Ah, I see you've been around Sora," Axel sneered.

"Yes…I'm out of people to quote, how about you?"

"Meh, I'm average."

Zoroark: Maybe you just need to work on your people skills!

Axel: Whatever. Hey readers, remember us? The fic that took a month-long hiatus because our author's a lazy stick-in-the-mud?

Reevee21: distant* HEEEYYYYY!

Axel: Well, we're baaaack! And we'd love it if you hit that little follow/favorite button there on the bottom!

Zoroark: WITH A GUITAR!

Demyx: (clutches duct taped Sitar) NEVER!

Absol: Leave a review, your appreciation helps! And give that Eevee a cuddling for me!

Axel: YES! I don't need to say it!

Demyx and Zoroark: (Grin manically)

Axel: …you're not going to let me leave until I say it, aren't you?

Demyx and Zoroark: Yep.

Axel: . . .

Everyone: . . .

Axel: . . .

Everyone: . . .

Axel: . . . hug an Eevee.

Demyx and Zoroark: YYEEEEEEESSS! VICTORY ONCE MORE! WHO-HOO!