From: Squirtle the -insert weekly title- <ricky5687@aol.comSquirtle> Subject: [PW!] Would You Like A Side of Trouble With That? Date: Sunday, July 25, 1999 9:46 AM > >As amusing as the three smashed old men were eeve looked like she didn't >really >want to be on the stage. >Darwin leapt onto the stage and bit the fogey who had dragged eeve on stage. >All his drunkennes seemed to melt away as he pointed to darwin and said >angrily > >"You little turd that smells like teen spirit! That flanell shirt is >expensive! >When i'm done with you they won't be able to stuff your remains into a heart >shaped soap box!" >*Holy crap! Kurt cobain's alive and he's trying to kill me!* Darwin ran >between the former nirvana front mans feet and towards the other stage with >cobain hot on his tail. > > A black haired man was performing on stage singing "I'm going off the rails >on >a crazy traaaaaain!" Darwin ran across the stage only to be picked up by the >black haired man who tried to bite darwins head off. Kurt cobain punched the >side of ozzy's head. A fistfight broke out between ozzy and cobain. >Darwin escaped in the confusion and leapt off the stage only to be caried >across the crowd by many hands only to be dropped abruptly when most of the >audience freed up their hands for throwing mud on the stage. Darwin started >looking for the stage where eeve was..... > >Meanwhile, at the auxiliary stage: > >Eeve was busy fending off two drunk guys who were singing "Aaiaiiaint noshing >but a heartbreakywaky..!" in incredibly bad voices. The two drunk guys >cornered >eeve against an amplifier......when suddenly dexter holland appeared >seemingly >out of nowhere and beat both drunk guys vicously with a wiffle bat. >"Well that was....odd" eeve and darwin said in unison. They tried to get as far away from the scene as possible, as they didn't want anything more to do with those disgusting, drunk old fogeys. "I think I may have just been traumatized for life," Eeve said. They went to a refreshment stand to cool off. The man behind the counter was dressed like a gothic, black from head to toe. "So, what'll you be having?" the tall, buff man asked. "I'll have a soda, please," Eeve replied. *And I want............ sodas, milkshakes, cookies, cakes, brownies, chocolate bars, and...a side of fries.* Darwin said, out of breath. "Ok, your total comes to $23.50," the cashier said. "You're paying Darwin," Eeve said. *Me?! I only have a few dollars, nothing more!* Darwin exclaimed. "Well, I don't have enough to cover this!" Eeve said. "Customers who do not pay will be punished," the cashier said, "By penalty of TEAM ROCKET!" "Team Rocket? Why in the world would Team Rocket be here, where millions of people with tons of po...ké...mon...Oh my, you ARE Team Rocket!" Eeve panicked. "Precisely, young lady," the Rocket said, "This is all part of a clever plan thought up by the genius Giovanni. He recalls something which occurred at the Pokémon Auction a little while ago, in which you escaped from his clutches." "But that was months ago, and besides, what would you want with just us? We're nothing more than simple people...and pokémon." Eeve said with a calm voice, although she was still haunted inside. "Team Rocket has many enemies, yes, but that black Eevee you call Darwin would be a major prize to us if we got it," the Rocket replied. The Rocket reached across the counter, and attempted to snatch Darwin, but failed, as the black Eevee jumped out of the way without struggle. *You'll never get me like that,* Darwin teased. "Well then, it looks like Team Rocket should attack in a larger group, eh?" the Rocket said, as 30 Team Rocket members came at Darwin, each carrying each and every supply possibly needed to catch a black Eevee. "HAHAHA! You will never defeat Team Rocket!" said the deranged men and women in black. "Oh yeah?" Eeve said as she released her five pokémon, "Eevee, bite! Vaporeon, hydro pump! Jolteon, thunder! Flareon, fire blast!" The Team Rocket members were bit, soaked, shocked, and fried -- all but one, that is, who was known to all as the... TBC... -- Squirtle5687 Sig v11.1s ICQ# - 33797130 http://welcome.to/squirtle http://www.deja.com/~pokecenter "Mews, Meowths, Rockets, Abras and Mt. Moons! Pokeballs and Voltorbs, and me purple Glooms!" - Pikoo's Lucky Chansey's Motto