Grilled Cheese Sandwiches
By C-Dogg

All unoriginal material is (TM) and/or (C) Nintendo and all other owners, 
distributors, business partners, etc. No ownership is implied and no 
infringement is intended. I have asked no permission to use them and none has 
been granted. The plot belongs to me.

Warning, some of the humor in this story is low brow.


   "Please let me make lunch, Brock?" Ash pleaded.
   "For the last time, no," Brock told him. "Last time, you almost set the 
forest ablaze." Misty giggled. Brock pulled a frying pan out of his backpack 
and set it on the firewood.
   "That was a honest mistake," Ash retorted. "Don't tell me you never made a 
mistake while cooking when you were younger."
   Brock thought back to the grease fire that he unintentionally set years 
ago while helping his mother fry fish. He remembered how his mom ran around 
the house with her hair flaming and how the house nearly burned down. If he 
could cause that much damage, he shuddered to think about what Ash could do.
   "Please?" begged Ash.
   Brock was very aggravated with the younger boy's incessant pleas. He 
decided to rephrase his answer to better get his point across. "Hell no! Ask 
me again and I'll whack you with this frying pan!" Misty giggled again.
   Ash opened his mouth until he saw Brock glare at him and raise the pan. He 
promptly closed his mouth.
   Misty walked over to Brock and whispered in his ear. Brock smiled and 
looked at Ash, or maybe in his direction. Nobody could tell.
   He handed the pan to Ash, whom instinctively shielded his head.
   "Go ahead and cook Ash," Brock offered, beaming smile on his. "Make 
something simple."
   Ash grinned. "I'll make us grilled cheese sandwiches. That's simple 
enough." He pulled a pokeball off his belt. "Charmander, go!" He threw the 
pokeball and, sure enough, Charmander emerged.
   "Char char."
   "Charmander, light the firewood!" The little orange lizard puffed his 
chest in preparation for his blast.
   "Wait!" Brock shouted. Charmander held his breath.
   "What Brock?"
   "You can't do it like that. This entire forest will go up in flames."
   "Well what do you expect me to do?"
   Misty pulled two flint rocks out of her back pockets, proving that she had 
absolutely no behind. "Use these."
   "So that's why she wears those suspenders." Ash commented. "There's 
nothing else to hold up her shorts. Ash caught one of the rocks with his face.
   "Nobody asked for your comments!"
   "He has a point." Brock regretted not keeping quiet as he fell victim to 
the Misty Mallet.
   Charmander began to turn blue.
   Ash pulled the rock from his face revealing a deep red mark. "Have you 
considered becoming a softball pitcher?" Misty gave him an evil look.
   Pikachu let loose a tiny spark. Despite the bolt's miniature size, it lit 
the firewood.
   "See Brock? You had nothing to worry about." Ash told him with a hint of 
arrogance in his voice. Brock only grunted in response. His head throbbed 
from the impact of the mallet.
   "Will you cook the damn sandwiches already!?" Misty shouted, more of a 
demand than a question.
   Ash set the pan on the fire and began to butter the bread. "Pikachu, will 
you cut the cheese for me?"
   Pikachu farted.
   Everyone fell to the ground as the yellow runt rolled around in laughter.
   "I'll help," Misty offered. She took a knife and started cutting slices.
   "Thank you."
   "You're doing very well, Ash," Brock complimented.
   "I know." As if the young trainer had jinxed himself with his cockiness, 
he cut his finger with the knife.
   "Ouch!" he yelped. Ash jumped in the air clutching his bleeding digit. He 
ran to his backpack and tripped over the still rolling Pikachu. He reached 
out his arms to keep his balance and landed face down, one hand on the ground 
and the other on the now burning hot pan. Ash sniffed the air.
   "I told you I'll cook myself!" he yelled.
   "You are cooking, Ash," Misty informed him. "Just not sandwiches."
   Ash looked up to his red, smoking hand. He screamed and ran around in 
circles. Ash stepped on a completely blue Charmander's foot. The tiny 
dinosaur released its hold on the fire within him and set Ash on fire.  
   "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" screamed Ash as he made a mad dash for the river. He 
jumped in and put out the flames. A hook grabbed the back of his shirt and he 
was yanked out of the water.
   "I've got a big one!" shouted the tall, muscular man on the other end of 
the line. He pulled in the reel and was very surprised to see what he had 
caught. He stared at the young boy with a fish in his mouth attached to his 
hook.
   The man yanked the fish out of Ash's mouth. "Are you playing games with my 
dinner, boy?"
   Ash spit out some water. "No, sir," he answered nervously.
   "I'll show you what I do to little boys like you!" he pulled Ash off of 
his hook and swung him around a few times before flinging him high into the 
air.
   "Where do you think Ash went?" Brock asked Misty. She shrugged in reply. 
Suddenly, she heard a distant scream that seemed to be getting closer.
   "What's that?" she asked.
   Brock looked up to see a sparkle in the sky as it slowly began to form 
into a young boy. "Heads up!" he yelled.
   Misty looked up too late as a wet and charred Ash fell down on her head. 
The two lay in a crumpled heap on the ground.
   "You're right Misty," Brock said with a chuckle. "That was funny!" The 
last thing Brock saw was a mallet coming down across his face.

The End

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