Subject: [PW] [HUMOUR] Rafael goes to the Pokecentre Date: Sat, 10 Jul 1999 12:48:37 GMT From: funkysi@my-deja.com Organization: Deja.com - Share what you know. Learn what you don't. Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Note to Americans and other aliens: If you don't watch Monty Python's Flying Circus then you won't get this and I don't care. Beedle is the Japanese name for Weedle, btw. [The scene: a peaceful pokemon centre. The door bursts in, revealing a tall, slim, brown-haired trainer in white overalls with a large red R sewn into the front.] Rafael: Roketto Dan sanjo! Shiroi Ashita Da! Joy: Can I help you? R: Yes. I would like to purchase a Magicarp license. J: I'm sorry? R: A license for my Magicarp, Eric. I chose him out of thousands. He wasn't like the others, they were all too flat. J: You must be a loony. R: I am not a loony! Why should I be tied to the epithet "Loony" merely because I have a pet Magicarp? I've heard tell that Giovanni has a Caterpie called Simon, you wouldn't call him a loony. Furthermore, Lance of the Elite Four has two Lickitungs, both called Chris, and James had a Magicarp too! SO, if you're asking me to call the most shining example of vanity in our times a loony, I SHALL HAVE TO ASK YOU TO STEP OUTSIDE! J: Allright, Allright. I license? R: Yes. J: For your Magicarp? R: Yes. J: You *are* a loony. R: Look, it's a bleeding pet, isn't it? I've got a license for me Growlith, Eric, and I've got a license for me Mewtwo, Eric. J: You don't need a Mewtwo license. R: I bleeding well do and I've got one! Can't be caught out there. J: There is no such thing as a bloody Mewtwo license! R: Yes there is! J: No there isn't! R: Is! J: Isn't! R: Is! J: Isn't! R: I've bleeding GOT one, LOOK! [Unfolds paper] R: What's this? J: It's a dog license with the word "Dog" crossed out and "Cat" written in in crayon. R: (Evasively) The man didn't have the right form. J: *What* man? R: The man from the Mewtwo detector van. J: The loony detector van, you mean. R: Look, it's people like you what cause unrest. J: What Mewtwo detector van? R: The Mewtwo detector van from the Pokemon Reeegu. J: Reeegu? R: (Defensively) IT WAS SPELLED LIKE THAT ON THE VAN! The man said their equipment could pinpoint a purr at eight yards, and Eric, being such a happy Mewtwo, was a piece of cake. J: How much did you pay for this? R: Errrr... sixty dollars and ten for the Spearow. J: What Spearow? R: Eric the Spearow. J: Are all your Pokemon called Eric? R: There's nothing so odd about that. Proffesor Oak has an entire Krabby farm called Abdul. J: No he doesn't. R: Does! J: Doesn't. R: Does does does does does and does! Look! [Holds out his Pokedex] J: I owe you an apology, sir. R: Spoke like a true lady. Now, are you going to give me a Magicarp license or what? J: Look, I promise you. There is no such thing. You don't *need* one. R: Very well. Then give me a Beedle license. J: (Losing it) I license for your pet Beedle!? R: Yes. J: Called Eric!? Eric the Beedle!? R: No. J: NO? R: No. Eric the half-Beedle. He had an accident. J: You're off your chump. R: Look, if you wish to imply by that utilisation of an obscure colloquialism that the sanity of Team Rocket members is not up to scratch, or indeed to deny the semi-existance of my little chum Eric the half-Beedle, I shall have to ask you to listen to this! Take it away, Eric the Gameboy soundchip! [Ahem.] Half a Beedle, philosophicallydle, must ipso-fact half *not* bedle. But half the Beedle has got to *bedle*, vis-a-vidle it's entitydle. Do you seedle? But can the Beedle be said to bedle or not to bedle an entire Beedle, When half the Beedle is not a Beedle, owing to some ancient injurydle? Singing. [Music plays from nowhere. The assemble pokemon form a dancing chorus line in the foreground, while black-clothed TR members form a can-can line in the back and join in the song.] Lah-de-deedle! One-two-threedle! Eric the half a Beedle! A-B-C-D-E-F-Gdle, Eric the half a Beedle! Is this a wretched demi-Beedle, Half-asleep upon my Kneedle? Some FREAK from Cinnabar laboratorydle? NO! It's Eric the half a Beedle! Fiddle-de-dum, fiddle-de-deedle, Eric the half a Beedle! Ho ho ho! Tee-hee-heedle! Eric, the half a Beedle! I live the forest employeedle, Bisected accidentallydle, One summer afternoon by me-dle I love him! Carnally-dle. (He loves him, carnally-dle!) (Semi-carnally-dle!) R: The end. J: Cyril Connoly? R: No, semi-carnally. J: Oh. Sent via Deja.com http://www.deja.com/ Share what you know. Learn what you don't.