From: <lordlocke@my-deja.com> Subject: Re: [PW!] A (Typical) Dojo Wedding... Date: Tuesday, November 30, 1999 10:06 PM > > "Aaaabraaaa..." David created a local hallucination, enveloping the Mankey, as > well as anyone watching the battle within a 25-yard radius. The Mankey > Scratched at one Abra, but its paw went right through it, which promptly > disappeared. While the Mankey repeated this against other pseudo-Abras, the > real one got a couple of Mega Punches in before Teleporting out of the way. > > Gads flinched ever so slightly, the battle ensuing reminiscient of the old > Psy/fighting rivalry. > > The rest of the fake Abras disappeared, and Mankey got a chance to Karate Chop > the Abra once before it Teleported. Abra doubleteamed once more and, while the > Mankey was busy with another fake-Abra, the real one hit the Mankey for the > near final blow. > > Andrew got a Great Ball out of the pile of purchases and went for the > capture... > *ding* Andrew reached down and grabbed Pokeball. "Looks like I got a Mankey. What shall I name it?" Andrew looked around. "Gads? Where did you go?" "Abra..." "Huh? It's time?" "Abra." David nodded, then began to glow. ] A short distance away, Gads was at a vidphone. The Vidscreen lit up, revealing a charred Bill. "Hello! Bill speaking!" "YOU IDIOT!" "Heh... uh, hello Gads." Thanks to the technology of the vidphone, Bill got a good look at the expression of Gads face. Despite being far away from the Dojo member, he was afraid. "Guess what I saw working the corner in Celadon..." "Uh, a trio of Jynxes?' "No... one reddish-green, tailess Mankey that looks shocking similar to the one that was the end result of an experiment involving me. In particular, the one you needed to hold onto to MAKE ME NORMAL AGAIN!" Bill's collar was suddenly too tight... "Eh... well, he's a wild Pokemon I only catched for that particular experiment..." "And!" "And he escaped." Gads simply glared at Bill. "Thankfully, a friend of mine captured it. I assume you've fixed the machine?" "Eh... um..." "No... let me guess. You forgot all about it, and moved on to another experiment." "... Yeah." The look on Bill's face was one of a child preparing for punishment. *Sigh* "I shoulda known. Listen, I want that machine FIXED damnit! As fun as it's been, this has GOT to go..." Gads grabbed his tail and held it in front of the viewer. "Ok. I'll get on it." Bill hung up. "I have a feeling you won't." Gads left the Vidphone booth, picking up Andrew's packages. Gads looked at his tail for a moment, then at the complete 12-cup Christmas Pokemon mug collection. "Well... I got it... why not use it." A few moments later... "Where have you been?" Andrew scolded Gads. "Eh, business. Specifically, Bill." "Oh. Well, while you were gone, look at what David did?" From behind Andrew, David, now a Kadabra, stepped out. "Kada Dabra!" Gads looked at the new Kadabra. "Well, looks like you got yourself another combat-ready Pokemon. Good thing too..." "Why is that?" Gads handed Andrew a flyer. "I saw this on the way back from the phone." Andrew looked at the flyer. "An advertizement for the Pokemon League Games?" "Yep. I'm gonna enter!" Andrew looked suspicious. "Are you sure you can compete?" Gads gave off a fanged smirk. "Of course! Monk-chan can take on anything! Any my other six Pokemon are no slouches either!" "Speaking of Monk-chan, wasn't he coming with us?" "Nah... he decided to stay home. I think it's because he didn't wanna help lug these packages around." To prove a point, Gads adjusted the packages he was carrying. "Well, we'd better be getting back then, if we're gonna make the Games!" "You're entering too? Great! The more, the merrier!" Gads turned to return to Saffron. Andrew noticed something. "Hey! Why are my parent's gift on your tail?" Gads looked at the arrangement. "Well, I decided to make things a little easier, that's all." "GREAT!" Andrew grinned broadly. "Huh?" "I thought we were going to have to make two trips! Now that you have more arm-room, we can finish my shopping!" As Andrew charged back into the Celadon Pokemart to finish his Chrismas List, Gads just gaped. "This isn't fair... maybe I should of stayed an evil mastermind. At least then I got some respect..." At the Tifer Mansion... "Well now faithful Spot, it appears that my Kung-Fu's so great, not even I understand how I did it." "*Mumble* *Grumble*" "MAN KEY KEY!" Monk-chan was rolling with laughter. That Hong-Kong Muckey was a riot. "Uhgh..." Underneath the mirthful Mankey, seven Shorts Kids stirred. They learned a vaulable lesson that day: Don't stand between a Mankey and his favorite TV show. TBC? From your friendly, neighborhood LORDLOCKE Sent via Deja.com http://www.deja.com/ Before you buy.