SlayerNext@aol.com wrote:

In a message dated 9/14/98 5:58:04 PM Eastern Daylight Time, bogue@negia.net
writes:

Ash looked at his opponent. All of his previous Pokemon had
 proven useless on him except for one. He took out the poke ball
 from his pocket and whispered to it,"You're my last hope. You're
 going to have to beat this guy or we're toast."
 With that said Ash threw the pokemon unleashing a cute little black
 pig.
 "I choose you P-Ka-Chan!"

 Until I find better things to write about. Ja ne.

Two worse things to write about (or not I hope):

1.      Ryo-Ka-Ohki (Washu as a Pokemon trainer?)

2.      Pokemon Z  (Ash:  "Maybe I trained mine too well.")

...and on that note...

******

"Oh no, honorable sir!  Is very bad you fall in..."

*KERSPLASH*

The Guide shook his head, seemingly in remorse at the fate of yet
another tourist, but in reality to make sure no one was around.
Satisfied that only he and the springs' latest victim were present, he
unclipped a red and white ball from his pocket.  With practiced timing,
he threw it so it reached the cursed one just as he broke the spring's
surface, leaving only a fraction of a second for the Guide to see what
form this one took.

Surprised as he was, the former tourist only had time to say one word
before the ball split open, turned him into a mass of red energy, and
captured him: "PIKACHU!"

Sighing, the Guide picked up the ball.  "Another one?  The Spring of the
Drowned Pokemon gives different forms each time, but it does not give
all forms equally often.  Hundreds have come here, but this must be
nearly my hundredth Pikachu."

The ball soon joined a pile of similar balls in the Guide's hut, some of
them quite dusty.  No Pokemon trainer had visited Jusenkyo for many
years, and according to all the oracles that the Guide had consulted,
none would for many more.

"It matters not.  One day, I WILL collect them all!"

******

Team Rocket let out a collective sigh of incredulity over their
milkshakes.  Slightly surprised by their mutual reaction, they looked at
each other.

The humanoid feline with exaggerated features pointed.  "Meowth!  You
first, James."

The man with purple hair looked up.  "This place is nothing like home.
Everyone thinks Pokemon are just a game.  No one believes in going on
quests to find rare and unusual Pokemon.  Sure, they trade, but mostly
they're sold.  I've even heard that someone even MANUFACTURES Pokemon,
although I can't imagine how.  Can you, Jesse?"

The woman, with red hair permed into a garish spiral ponytail, blinked.
"You're right, that is hard to imagine.  But *I* can't believe we don't
even stand out here!  Just in the past hour, I've seen a woman and a
girl with blue hair, and another whose hair almost looked like, well,
meatballs and spaghetti strands."  She gestured to her shirt, then to
James' shirt, both of which sported large "R"s as their only feature.
"Even these only look slightly unusual."

Taking a sip of his milkshake, the feline replied, "Meowth!  And people
look at me like they've never even seen a talking Pokemon.  I'll admit,
I'm unusual, but I overheard a pair of cats talking on the way here, so
I can't be unique."  He finished his drink.  "Hurry up.  I've heard that
some kind of monsters are attacking this area, just after school gets
out.  They're probably the Pokemon our boss sent us here to collect."

******

Ash leapt in surprise when a hand reached out of nowhere to tap him on
the shoulder.

"Excuse me, but are you Ash Ketchum?"

He slowly turned around.  "Uh, yes.  Who are you?"

"Only the greatest scientist and cutest Pokemon trainer around.  You may
call me Little Washu."

"'Little Washu'?  The mad scientist who combined her DNA with that of a
Pokemon to make her own daughter?"

"Now, now.  I'm not mad, just a little...unconventional.  She's only a
century old, so I'm still training her.  Once her training is done,
she'll be one of the most powerful people in the universe."

"Ha!  I'll bet you couldn't beat me."

"A bet?"  Washu smiled.  "Very well, then.  How about, if you win, I'll
guide you to some of the rarest Pokemon ever.  But if I win, I get to
experiment on you."  Her smile grew slightly feral.  "You're good.  I...
that is, my daughter, could use some of your DNA."

"You're on!  Pikachu, GO!"

"Ryoko, I choose you!"

******

I'd better stop now.  I have this sudden urge to sleep in a Poke ball...
x_x