From: Mushboom <garrett.green@home.com> Subject: [PW!] Ladies and Gentleman start your engines! Date: Thursday, September 02, 1999 6:55 PM [NS: ACK! Forgot the PW! tag! Forgive meee!] "Uh...What do you mean, Chosu? I-I'm not psychic." Phannon stuttered. "Of course you are! You got the exact Pokemon I wanted!" Chosu exclaimed. "Oh, well that was just a fluke, " Phannon sighed with relief. He didn't like telling people he was a psychic, they seemed to feel uncomfortable after he told them. "Yeah so you wanna trade for um...I dunno, the Cubone I just caught?" "Trade? Sure! I always wanted a Cubone. There's a trading machine at the Pokemon Center, let's go." Chosu nodded, put Rakurai on his shoulders and let Phannon and Generator lead the way, still walking his bike but the Hypno was not on it. He was on the other side, strutting away, now in jeans and a hat. They reached the Center and entered the Trading Room where they approached a large gleaming machine. They placed the pokeballs in their appropriate places and started up the device. As the trade was going on, Chosu's mind wandered and a poster caught his eye. He took it off the wall and looked it over, 'Big P Pokemon Race! Come one, come all! Ride your Pokemon or use a Pokemon jockey, win and become an honorary member of the famous Laramie clan!'. Chosu grinned and turned to the machine, the trade was over so Chosu grabbed his newly acquired Haunter and took hold of Phannon's hand. He sprinted out of the Pokemon Center, Phannon was suprised but before he was hauled completely out of the Center he used his powers to telekineticlly bring Cubone's pokeball onto his belt. They burst out the door, Playa watched as the pair flew off _I got a look after that kid way too much_. Playa got on the bike and used his strong psychic powers to pedal the bike after the duo. Generator sped up with Agility and sprinted after them as well. Chosu finally stopped at the Rent-a-Bird, "Where (huff puff) are we (huff puff) going?" Phannon asked, gasping for air. "I'll explain when we get there!" Chosu, still holding Rakurai on his shoulders, went in bought a pair of tickets and went out to the back. He mo unted the Fearow, followed by Phannon with his Jolteon in his arms and Playa who climbed in between the two boys and psychically ordered the Pidgeot to take the bike in its talons. The flying pokemon took off. "Too the Big P Pokemon Ranch!" shouted Chosu. "The Big P Pokemon Ranch? Why?" Phannon asked. "They're having races, I wanna win!" "Um..Kay, who the heck are ya gonna ride?" "Oojishin, of course!" "Your Diglett?!" Phannon practically screamed. "It's easy, I have a chance I could win!" Phannon frowned but dismissed it, this was going to be a sight not worth missing. ***Skip rest of flight*** The group landed right next to the starting line and got off. The Fearow took off again, flying back to Lavender. Chosu looked around, grinning, he sent out Oojishin and squatted down to the ground. "Oojishin, I want you to go under ground and carry me for the race. Can you manage that?" "Diglett dig..." the Pokemon replied, shaking its head. Chosu thought for a moment then pulled a small purple hard candy out of his pocket. "I was saving this Rare Candy for a speacial occasion but this may help us out." He fed the little mole the candy which gobbled it up happily. Suddenly it glowed bright white and reformed into a larger shape. "Trio trio trio!" "Woohoo! It worked!" the newly evolved Oojishin burrowed underground, but not entirely, and waited for Chosu to climb onto the bulge of upturned earth. He did so, and stood like a surfer as the Dugtrio took off through the ground, carrying the "surfing" Chosu. They zipped by random trainers, getting a few odd looks. During all this Phannon, Playa and Generator wandered over to a tent where a line was forming. Phannon poked around and found out that all racers must complete a form to enter the race. The boy exited the tent and looked around for Chosu, without warning Chosu "surfed" up next to him and stopped, getting off Oojishin. "What's up?" he asked. "All the racers have to fill out a formto enter the race." "Oh, well I better do that," Chosu replied with a chuckle, he assumed he had to go into the tent and did so. He stood at the back of the line, with Oojishin at his side. Chosu looked behind him at Phannon, "Are you gonna race?" TBC....? [NS: All yours, Akynirew.]