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.

warning: the humor in this mst makes the story's humor seem sophisticated

   "Please let me make lunch, Brock?" Ash pleaded.

crow: thus revealing that ash was gay and madly in love with brock

   "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

tom: and hit ash and misty over the head with it
mike: thats... dark, servo.
tom: thank you

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.

mike: of course, he had no real reason to think that ash was worse then him, 
but we dont care about that or the fact that the only reason anime 
characters eat is to leave someone else with the bill.

   "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.

crow: hey, isnt hell no what they say to stone-cold?
mike: that's hell yeah.
tom: what if they dont wanna see stonecold cook and eat his opponent?
all: eeeeww

   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

crow: heh heh heh
tom: hentai! pervert! ecchi!

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.

crow: i didnt know that misty was related to akane...
mike: she's kasumi's cousin (if you don't get it, look up kasumi in the 
dictionary)

   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.

mike: so now ash is ranma?

   "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.

crow^H^H^H^Htom: don't think about saying it, big-bird...

   Everyone fell to the ground as the yellow runt rolled around in 
laughter.

mike: what were you doing in the story, crow?

   "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.

tom:^H^H^H^Hmike: i'll be the dark one this time....
:ash sliced off his hand and placed it in the frying pan
tom: there's hope for you yet, nelson (that is mike's last name, right?)

   "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

mike: ash wasnt on the hook... he was on the fish

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.

all: OK, SO SINCE WHEN DOES MISTY HAVE A MALLET?!
author: i thought since her name is the same as kasumi, she would be related 
to akane..........
dr. F: <mallets author>

The End

Questions? Comments? Flames? Still not sure what Misty whispered to Brock?

crow: btw, if its ecchi, email it to crow@mst3k.com
reviewer: whatever it was, email to 16374249@pager.mirabilis.com
soun: the fourth wall has been broken! waaaaaaaahhhh!

E-mail me at bigc123485@aol.com  or  c_dogg@my-deja.com

Dr. F. helps mike prepare the bomb-o-matic =)

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