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Scene: Ash's Backyard Time: Midnight
Translator ON: Protocol 32 activated
'This meeting of the Pokémon marketing club will now come to order!' Pikachu
said excitedly. 'First order, old buisness. We'd like to thank Onix for
his seminar, "Scaring your Trainer into doing whatever you want" last week.'
Onix boosted himself up on his lower segments and imitated a bow. As the
aplause died down, Pikachu continued. 'Second order. New buisness. Any
new buisness?' Several Pokémon raised there paws/claws/vines/wings.
'Alright, alright. One at a time!' Pikachu said, exasperated. 'Uh...
Bulbasaur, you first.' Bulbasaur stood up on his chair.
'I've been getting alot of letters from the EPA lately. They want me to
promote enviromental awareness on the show. What should I do?' Bulbasaur
asked, woriedly.
'Any mention of compensation?'
'Well... no. It was sort of a "Good Will" kinda thing...'
'No deal. Uh.... Charizard'
'The national censorship board has been putting alot of pressure on me
lately. They say I'm teaching kids to disregard authority, and that I'm
turning those impresionable little 5 year olds into pyros. Any ideas?'
Charizard asked.
'Hmm... this ones a toughy. We may have to go to court.'
'But I'm busy next week!' Charizard complained.
'Oh, nevermind then. Just send them a thankyou bomb. Uh... Squirtle,
you're next.'
'Well, I'm happy to report that last month's promotion at the water park has
boosted the sales of are Squirt Gun line,' he said with a smug expression,
ammid the aplause.
'Good, good. Uh... Staryu, whats on your mind...'
Scene: Ash's bedroom Time: 12:10 AM
Ash couldn't sleep. He kept hearing noises comming from the backyard, and
he could almost swear it sounded like a party out there. But everytime he
looked, he never saw anything. He'd almost fallen back to sleep when he
heard a distinctive sound, and he could swear it was claping. 'That tears
it,' he thought. He jumped up and quickly got dressed. He ran out the door
of his room and downstairs...
Scene: Shed Time: 12:15AM
'Well, as you can see from the chart, if sales continue the way they apear
to be, we should have enough money to go to that Pokémon resort next month'
Staryu concluded. Aplause and cheers erupted from the other Pokémon... just
as the shed door opened. Ash walked in... and stoped. What were his
Pokémon doing?
"What the..." Ash said, speechless. "What the hell is going on here?"
'Uh... "Pikachu"?' Pikachu asked.
"I want an explination Pikachu. And I want it NOW."
'Uh... fellow Pokémon... now would be a good time to leave. Meeting
ajourned!' he said, and then shot between Ash's legs and ran towards the
house. The other Pokémon did likewise. Not far behind, Pikachu heard Ash
exclaim "GET BACK HERE!..." It hadn't been a very good meeting, he thought.
<FIN>
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