From: Jose L. Solano <jsolano199@aol.comlink> Subject: [PW!] A Bridge Too Far Date: Thursday, February 10, 2000 9:15 PM Still trapped in Simon Locke's body, Trent rushed out of the Safari Zone. As he was about to exit, an old man- the very same one that let Trent in the time he visited- stopped him. "So did ya' git a good haul?" the old man said. It seemed as if he had lost even more teeth. "Yes I did! HUZZAH!" Trent yelled. He didn't know how much longer he could stand having to yell HUZZAH at the end of every sentence. "I'll be on my way! HUZZAH!!" Trent ran out the door and into Fuchsia City. "Damn... I haven't been here in a while..." Trent said to himself. The fastest way to Celadon was through the Bike Bridge... but he didn't have a bike. He'd have to steal one. But then there was another dilemma... Trent didn't know how to ride a bicycle. He never had the time to learn how, and by the time he did he was too busy with other goals. But then again, who said he couldn't walk? He paid his fee at the toll booth and began walking up the bridge. "Y'know Sandslash, this bridge gives you a nice view," Trent said, before realizing Sandslash wasn't there. "Dammit... Ok, mental note, find Sandslash after I get my body back." He continued walking. He noticed a bicycle gang coming his way. "Hey there, stranger!" yelled a punk with a mohawk. "What brings you here all by yourself?" "Business." Trent said before walking around the gang. "Now wait just a minute!" yelled another member. "You can't just walk away from us! We haven't been properly introduced." He held up a Pokéball. "Look, I'm in a hurry, so just go off and do whatever you bicycle gangs do and leave me alone." Trent paused for a second. "HUZZAH!" "You're not walking away from us! Go, Cloyster!" This particular Cloyster was unusual, as it lacked the grin other Cloyster had. "Alright, then I choose..." Trent stopped to think for a second. "Myself." "You're not a Pokémon!" said a fat, bald man. "Don't you got any?" "Sorry, Cueball, but I don't." "How'd you know my name was Cueball?!" "Just a guess. HUZZAH!" Trent ran off, pursued by the bike gang. Thinking quickly, Trent moved to the side, letting the bike gang pass. "HEY!" yelled the leader. While trying to turn around, half the bikers fell over, their bikes flying around. Many of them recieved scratches and bruises from catastrophe. "Well, I single-handedly defeated you bums, Huzzah. How about you give me a ride to Celadon?" "Well... I..." The leader huddled with the rest of the gang. "I've decided to let you ride with us. Cueball's got a sidecar on his bike." "A sidecar on a bike?" Cueball shoved Trent in and mounted the bike. After a few minutes, the others finally picked up their bikes and rode off. TBC (By the way, Cueball hasn't showered in months...) Jose Luis Solano ------------------------------- Offical Member of the AFSH Stupid Brigade ------------------------------- Beware the Dark Hamster of the Sith