From: Tech Weaver <TheOver-Powerer@webtv.net> Subject: [PW] Not Hippy.... Date: Thursday, November 04, 1999 6:53 PM Bloopabloopabloop Bloopabloopabloop Bing! "All right!" called Smasher, doing a victory dance. "I caught a Growlithe!" Shuriken the skateboarding Staryu immitated the dance while Cliff Diver the Clefairy, who stood on Smasher's shoulders, did the "V for Victory" sign. He picked up the Pokéball. "What should we name this one, Cliff?" Suddenly, with a threatening, yet pained, cry, a giant Weezing burst from the floor of the burned-out mansion and charged straight at them! Smasher heard as scream, either his or Cliff's, and the three of them skated as fast as they could on their skateboards. The mutant beast gaining fast, Shuriken, Smasher and Cliff dove out the window, followed closely by the Weezing a shower of debris. The three of them landed hard on the streets of Cinnibar. Then Smasher's skateboard landed hard on his head. Then he got crushed under a falling Weezing, which then got up and went back inside the mansion. Then a marching band lead a small parade (complete with elephants) over his body to announce that there are only fifty-two shopping days until Christmas. Then an Eevee walked over to him, lifted a leg, and scampered off. Then a man in a yellow parka and noreaster hat ran into him with his tricycle and fell over. (Da na dada duh!) Smasher pulled himself off the pavement and heard a familiar voice. "So, Adam "Smasher" Samson, we met again," the voice said. Adam turned to face the voice. "Alan "Lasher" Sandstone, what a pleasant surprise," he replied. Alan cringed at the nickname. It was a cruel joke life had played to have a name that sounded so much like his rival's. Kids calling him "Lasher" didn't help much. A person looking at the two would see what seemed to be a boy looking at his double from an evil paralell world. Alan dressed darkly, a stark contrast from Adam's lighter colors. Where Smasher wore a plaid shirt tied around his waist, Lasher had a large piece of black cloth pinned to his. Samson had a Marowak helmet, Sandstone had a pompador hairstyle. Both wore sunglasses. Alan had a Ghastly hovering about his shoulder and a dancing Oddish by his side. You should already know what Smasher has with him. "Adam, your looking well," commented Alan. "Alan, you have a bad haircut," commented Smasher. "Always quick with the insults, aren't you?" stated Alan. "Cursing is the refuge of the weak-minded." "What do you want?" demanded Smasher. "I was just passing through," explained Alan. "I heard you were in town and I thought I'd make your life miserable." Smasher crossed his arms in front of him, like a bouncer at a night club. "Try all you want, but I'm unflappable!" he countered. "Big words for such a small mind," chided Alan. "I see you've just caught a new Pokémon. I just happened to arrive from Seafoam Island with my latest catch. Lets say we battle them, one on one. Maybe you'll win yourself a shred of dignity." "You're on!" accepted Smasher. "Growlithe, it's time to get extreme!" With a toss of the Pokéball and flash of light, Smasher's new Growlithe appeared. "Catch phrases will get you nowhere. Go, Ramstien!" In similar fashion, a Seel appeared before Alan. "Seel! Seel!" barked Ramstien. Smasher was taken aback. He had just now remembered that most Pokémon from Seafoam island were water types. "Since you only know one attack, Ramstien," began Alan. "Just Headbutt him until I tell you otherwise." With that, Ramstien began to charge at the Growlithe. "Growlithe! Use your Leer move!" commanded Smasher. The Growlithe just gave him a confused look before being smacked up side the head by a Seel. "Doesn't look like your Growlithe knows that move," commented Alan. Smasher growled. "Roar, Growlithe! Roar!" Again, another confused look from the Growlithe and another headbutt from Ramstien. "Take down!" Wham! "Ember!" Wham! "Bite!" Wham! "Tackle!" Wham! "Anything!" Wham! Wham! Wham! "Doesn't your Growlithe know ANY moves?" asked Alan. "Ramstien, return." A flash of red light and the Seel returned to its Pokéball. "You're giving up?" exclaimed Smasher, shocked. "I'm saving you the embarrassment of actually losing a match with an idiotic canine," corrected Alan. "Next time, think before you charge head first into battle. Good day." Alan turned to his Ghastly and Oddish. "Deadite, Buster. Let's go." They began to walk off. "I'll get you next time," threatened Smaher. "You always have to get the last word?" asked Alan, still walking off. "No." "How childish." "Sez you!" "See you around, Adam," said Alan as he rounded the corner. "Not if I see you first!" called Smasher as Alan disappeared from sight. He turned and headed for the Pokémon Center and could hear Alan's laughter echoing in the distance. Smasher seethed in anger and stomped off. Later, at a well-known Mexican fast-food restaurant, Smasher was sitting in a both eating with his Pokémon. Shuriken stuffed a burrito into a metal cup while the Growlithe wolfed down a few Gorditas. "What am I going to do guys?" Smasher asked, taking a bite from his taco. "How can I train a Pokémon that doesn't know any moves?" The Growlithe had finished his Gorditas and was staring intently at Smasher. "What?" he demanded. "Yo quiero el nachos," said the Growlithe. Smasher stared at amazement. Cliff dropped its Mexican pizza. "You talk!?" exclaimed Smasher. The Growlithe cock its head to the side. "Uh... Tu hablas?" asked Smasher, not sure if he had to wording right. Growlithe nodded. "Tu hablas Inglés?" asked Smasher. Growlithe shook its head. "Tu hablas Espanol?" confirmed Smasher. Growlithe nodded. "Great," conceded Smasher. "He only speaks Spanish. What am I going to do with an immigrant dog?" To be continued.... Chet "Tech" Weaver (who hopes to goddish that the American ad wizards won't call the new Pokémon anime series "Extreme Pokémon") Fnord. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A copy of Adam "Smasher" Samson's WG can be found at: http://community.webtv.net/TheOver-Powerer/pwwg AGNP quote of the undefined time period: "u ediot, stop talking in caps d00d" --Yoda, [PW] Horrible House Guests """"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""" And now, it's time for... "What's In Chet's Back Pack!" Let's see what's in Chet's back pack this week! You rummage through Chet's back pack and find: A paper airplane. It's a 747, and needs only to be fueled to be ready to fly. Yes, it's still paper. Yes, it's still flammable. No, we don't know why. "What's In Chet's Back Pack!" was brought to you by Warehouse 23, where THEY keep the stuff THEY don't want you to know about! (http://www.warehouse23.com)