From: Marco262 (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Subject: [PW!]Old friends and new beginnings
Darian and Pardus travelled through the streets of Pallet Town. On
each side of the street were shops of all different variety: a drug
store for Poké-pick-me-ups, a fast food restaurant run by a group of
gourmet Butterfrees, and a gift store featuring pictures of Pokémon in
business suits. "Kind of a strange way to make a living," mused Darian,
right before he walked face first into a hanging sign. "Persian?" Pardus
asked sympathetically as he watched his master vigorously massage his
aching nose. Suddenly, to both of their surprises, the door of the shop
opened and a long robotic arm extended out of extended out, grabbing and
dragging in first Darian and then Pardus!
Darian sat on the cold, linoleum floor holding his aching ribs, the
second art of his body that was injured in under 5 minutes. He looked
over at Pardus, who was laying spread-eagled and dazed on the floor next
to him. "What was that all about?!" Darian yelled into the darkness
around him. As if to answer him, omninous music began to play. Well, not
really omninous because it sounded like it was being played from an ice
cream truck. Two spotlights snapped on, shinging in Darian's eyes. They
were so bright, he could barely make out the man and the woman standing
back to back, silhoutted by the bright lights.
"You want some bubblegum?" the man said.
"Why not make it double, chum?" the woman added.
Pardus facefaulted at the bad rhyming.
"To protect the world from starvation."
"To become known throughout our nation."
"To give you the best dessert you ever had."
"To make ice cream that's not half bad."
The man jumped onto the table in front of him, brandishing an ice cream
The woman joined him, saluting with a soda gun.
"TBIC will give you a treat!"
"So whip out your wallet and get ready to eat!"
The two held their awkward poses on the table, waiting for the
imminent applause. When it didn't come, they looked down and saw the
youth was rubbing his eyes in pain. The man snapped his fingers. "Aw,
shoot! We blinded our customer! Hit the lights!" The spotlights snapped
off and flourescent lights flickered on, revealing an ice cream parlor
painted in psychedelic shades of color. At least this is what Pardus
saw; Darian was still trying to chase away the spots that insisted on
vacationing directly in front of his eyes. The memories of bad rhyming
and annoying music weren't helping either. The man and the woman waited
silently until Darian squinted up at them painfully. There he saw a
short middle-aged man wearing an apron, a paper hat, and an exaggerated
handle-bar mustache. The woman was dressed the same as the man, except
all her clothes were cameo, and she had a distinctly more muscular
build. "Who are you? What is this place?" he asked. The man and woman
glanced at each other and jumped behind the freezer that displayed the
ice cream for sale. Darian could just barely make-out what they were
saying. "Didn't he hear us the first time?" "We need to make our motto
more descriptive." They jumped back out from behind the counter, and
helped Darian to his feet. "This," said Ben, dusting off Darian's shirt,
"is TBIC." "What does that mean?" "The Best Ice Cream (you ever
tasted)," replied Geri, vigorously shining Darian's shoes, "Now, let's
get you seated." Much to Darian's surprise, she wrapped her arms around
his waist, and placed him bodily in a chair next to the door. Pardus
bounded up after him, amused by this odd duo, but not the least bit
"I'm still a little confused about something." remarked Darian after
a stunned silence, "Why did you have to drag us in here?" "We don't get
much business." said Ben, cleaning his ear with the tip of an ice cream
cone. "Why's that?" "People think we're weird." said Geri, avoiding
imaginary mortar shells. "Go fig, huh? So what'll it be?" "I guess I'll
have one to go." asked Darian. "You got it!" yelled Geri
enthusiastically. "Um, in a bowl," Darian quickly added, when he saw Ben
go for the cone that was in his ear. He watched as they went through an
elaborate act of making his dish, obviously savoring every moment of it.
"Here you go," said Ben, handing Darian his ice cream, "That'll be 8
bucks." Darian jaw fell open. "What?! For a bowl of ice cream?!?!"
"And," said Geri, "Two gallons of double chocolate chunk." Darian looked
to where she was pointing and saw Pardus laying on the floor. There were
quarts of ice cream everywhere, with the Persian in the center, moaning
softly and looking very bloated. Darian sighed and payed for the extra
"Pardus, what were you thinking?" The Persian had tried to walk
outside with Darian, but was so full that Darian had to carry him. "I'd
give you some medicine, but I'm afraid if you ate anything else, you'd
throw up. We'd better get you to a Pokémon Center." Pardus looked up at
Darian through glazed eyes. "Perrrs...*hurk*" Darian ran the rest of the
"Here you are, Mr. McCain. Your Persian is all better." said yet
another Nurse Joy at the honorary Ketchum Pokémon Center. "Thank you
very much. How you feeling buddy." Pardus jumped onto Darian's shoulder
from the countertop. Nurse Joy looked up from her computer. "Mr. McCain,
you have a delivery on transfer pod 1. Darian was surprised. "Uh,
thanks. I'll go...uh...check that out." Pardus was surprised as well.
the only time Darian had ever talked to anyone was in person, let alone
receive something from them. Darian typed in his name and the transfer
area started to glow. A few seconds later, there rested two pokéballs
and an open pokédex. There was a message on the screen that said, "Press
the flashing button." Darian pressed a large cirular button under the
speaker. He heard a beep, followed by Tiki's voice. The message told
Darian about the disappearance of Lewis, Mike, and Bridget, and their
last wishes. As a P.S., Pipian added how to program the pokédex to give
Darian a fake trainer ID. Darian fingered the shrunken pokéballs. "I
guess I'd better let them out." He pressed both buttons twice and an
Alakazam and a Fearow appeared.
Both pokémon looked a little tired and confused. The Alakazam
noticed Darian first and held up his spoons menacingly. The Fearow
followed suit and aimed his beak at Darian's jugular. Darian felt he was
in big trouble until Pardus jumped between them. The pokémons'
expressions quickly went from threatened to wary to confused. Darian,
who was puzzling over their behavior the whole time finally figured it
out. "You guys don't know what happened do you?" They both shook their
heads. Darian closed his eyes. "I'm as confused as you are."