Lickitung and Lickilicky
In a kids' clubhouse made of old wooden planks, Lucy the Lickitung observed a yellow apple on the old card table. It was sitting near the edge, near a boy sitting in a metal folding chair. The fruit had little tan streaks; not a bad sign, just the kind of apple it was. Lucy was on a bench by the wall, five feet from the apple. But that was close enough. When the boy wasn't paying attention, she twitched her tail and flicked out her long pink tongue. She snatched the apple and was soon munching on it.
The boy turned in time to see his snack gone. "Hey! Lucy! That was my apple."
She spat out the seed core. "And it was a good one too," she commented with a goofy grin. Her tongue hung out about two feet, which always gave her a goofy look.
"You should know better than to leave apples in their reach," another boy at the table said. There were five boys total, and two girls. With them were three other Lickitungs as well as a Lickilicky. The oldest Pokemon was busily grooming himself on an old stuffed chair a little away from the rest.
"But that's one of the things that makes them so cool," the leader of the group said. He put a notebook on the table. "Anyhow, I've got a great idea for the Chairman's contest! It'll make our Lickitung Supreme Fan Club the obvious winner. Wanna hear it?"
The group of kids leaned forward, eager to hear about it. The International Pokemon Fan Club had a yearly contest for more specific clubs to showcase their favorite Pokemon. If a smaller club won, they got a ten thousand dollar prize and a trip, this year a weekend cruise on the SS Anne. Plus all the articles written in big magazines and lots of respect from everybody. It was an open-ended contest, though, just to produce something that made the Pokemon great. On considering entering, many small clubs were overwhelmed by the possibility. As far as they knew, no club dedicated to Lickitung and Lickilicky had yet won. It put more pressure on them to do something great enough to win.
And the club leader had something in mind finally. "We're going to make a movie starring our Pokemon, only using them! It'll be a western, cause we can use the old farm and the desert for the landscape. And we've got enough of them to make a good movie."
"That would be cool," one of the boys said.
"I wanna be a movie star!" Lucy piped up, jumping to stand on the bench.
"Me too!" one of her friends, Pink, added.
"Sounds intriguing," the Lickilicky Mitch said, pausing in his grooming. He then licked his paw and started scrubbing his left ear.
"Who's gonna write the script?" one of the girls asked.
"We all will," the club leader said. "So we've got Mitch, Slobber, Drulz, Pink, and Lucy. Mitch can be the Sheriff."
"Why does your Pokemon get to be the Sheriff?" another boy asked. "Drulz can be a Sheriff." Not surprisingly, this boy was the Trainer of Drulz.
"Cause Mitch is the only Lickilicky we have," the leader said. "But if you can get Drulz evolved in the next few weeks, we can have them be the Sheriff and the bad guy. If we only have one, the Lickilicky gets to be Sheriff, because the hero's gotta be the strong one."
"I guess."
"I will be strong, so I can be the Sheriff!" Drulz promised, rolling his tongue up and flexing his arm muscles.
"I don't care one way or another," Mitch said.
"Can Lucy be the pretty woman?" Lucy's Trainer asked. She was the girl wearing a cute flower-adorned hat. "Lots of westerns have a pretty woman, and I'm training her to compete in Contests, when I'm old enough."
"That's what I was thinking," the leader said. "Cause she doesn't mind costumes, while Pink won't sit still long enough to be dressed. Pink can be the Sheriff's sidekick."
Dropping down from hanging by her tongue on a ceiling beam, Pink put in her own comment, "I can't stand those weird bows, bleh." She then scampered around, looking for something new to pass the time with.
"I love them," Lucy said, content with her role. "They make me look pretty."
"Does she tie them around your tongue?" Slobber asked.
She made a face. "I couldn't stand that! No, she ties them around my neck or tail. And I'm not going to have a tongue piercing, before you ask."
Drulz picked up the end of his tongue and noted, "I've thought about getting spikes pierced into my tongue. That would be a great weapon!"
"A tongue spike? Gross."
"It would keep you from picking stuff up," Mitch pointed out. "And if you're gonna evolve soon, your's won't stick out as much all the time." He tapped his own tongue, which almost fit into his mouth. It made him look like he had a big lip instead of a big tongue. "Then the spike would be in your mouth most of the time."
"But it's a tongue spike," Drulz insisted. "It'd be really macho."
"Wait a minute," one of the club members said, putting his hand on the table hard enough to shake the cereal snack mix in the large bowl. "Westerns always have a big gun fight, you know, the duel at high noon. But I don't think anybody's gonna let us use guns, even just for a movie."
"We could use water guns," another boy suggested. "Or Nerf guns."
"That would look stupid."
"We'll just have a Pokemon battle instead of a gun duel," the club leader said. "Which would make it especially cool if we had two Lickilicky stars. A double Rollout battle would be epic. And besides, both Mitch and Drulz know Fling, so we can kind of have a sort of duel."
"Would be more like a gun duel if I could get my hands on a Shadow Ball TM," the Trainer of Drulz grumbled. "Or Shockwave."
"I like the Fling idea," one of the boys said.
"I like the Rollout duel better," Lucy's Trainer said.
"So what's Slobber gonna do?" Slobber's Trainer asked.
"Slobber can be the weird gold-mining guy," the club leader suggested. "He's got the perfect personality for it."
"Does the weird gold-mining guy part have a scene where he shoots rubber bands with his tongue?" Slobber asked. "That's my special talent."
"I'm sure they'll put something like that in, since you do that all the time," Lucy said. "Just don't wreck my costume."
"What's the story going to be?" the other girl club member asked. "We can't have the bad guy be a cattle rustler, as we can't have Miltanks or Taurus to act as cattle. But we have to make an awesome bad guy, as well as an awesome Sheriff."
"Well we've got a gold miner," the club leader said, starting to write notes in his notebook. "So our setting is a Gold Rush town, which is probably wild and lawless. The people of the town, as shown by Lucy and Slobber, are being terrorized by the bad guy Drulz… or Mitch, whichever. They call in the hero Mitch, or Drulz, and his sidekick Pink."
"Pink's outta be known as Pink the Wild Child," Pink's Trainer suggested. "Cause that's what I call her."
"And because Jungle Girl Pink doesn't fit into a Western," she said, now standing on the bench beside Lucy.
"Right, the sidekick Pink the Wild Child. They come in to town to clean things up. We may have to make the three Lickitungs play multiple roles, so we have a big looking town and a bad guy gang. The new Sheriff and sidekick come in and put the law on the lawless town. The bad guy then kidnaps Lucy in an attempt to get even, but then the Sheriff comes in and challenges the bad guy to a duel. The Sheriff wins, and everybody's happy."
"Except the bad guy Lickilicky," one of the boys pointed out. "He gets put in jail."
"But the local priest comes in and talks him into having a change of heart," the club leader said. "So he vows to never be a bad guy again. Then everybody has a happy ending."
"Who's going to play the priest? Slobber would be too silly."
"And Pink couldn't act respectable."
"Lucy can be the priest too," the club leader said, jotting it in his notebook. "She's the only one we could get in a priestly costume, anyhow."
"But then who's going to marry the Sheriff and the pretty woman, if Lucy is also the priest?" Lucy's Trainer asked.
"We can use camera tricks for that," the smartest club member suggested.
"And how is the bad guy going to be captured?" another boy asked. "They can't use handcuffs."
"I've got something more useful than handcuffs," Mitch said. Then the Lickilicky snapped out his tongue, far faster than Lucy had when she was snatching the apple. Mitch gave the boy his answer by wrapping his enormous tongue around his body, to the point where he couldn't move.
The club members laughed as the boy yelped. Mitch let him go readily, although even for that short capture, the boy's clothes and hair were soaked. "Aw man, Mom's gonna kill me for coming home covered in drool again."
"Just tell her that's a sign of how much you love your favorite Pokemon," one of the girls said.
"Right," the leader said. "So does everybody agree, that the Lickitung Supreme Fan Club is going to make a Western movie and win the Fan Club's ultimate contest?"
"Yes!" every kid and Pokemon in the room agreed. And so it was decided to make the movie, The Fastest Tongue in the West.
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Lickitung Platinum entry: When it extends its over-six-foot-long tongue, its tail quivers. There is a possibility they are connected.
Lickilicky D/P entry: It wraps things with its extendible tongue. Getting too close to it will leave you soaked in drool.
I have to admit, I find these two Pokemon easily forgettable. They're kind of out of the way. So, I gave them a fan club. And Drulz rules!