From: RobfromVoid <RobfromVoid@prodigy.net> Subject: [PW!] Some Call Cinnabar Island Paradise... Date: Sunday, November 14, 1999 3:50 PM "Wow! How did he do that thing... with the... man, that was... too much!" "...how about when he cut off... and he put them back on in the... and the... MAN!" "Thank you! Thank you very much!" Marvin exclaims, raising his hands up high, making the victory sign, "You've been a wonderful audience!" He is wearing an shiny silver Elvis costume with a matching thick, greasy, black hair wig. He walks off stage, onto the deck of the luxury liner cruise headed for Cinnabar Island. A group of young women in small bikinis surround him, bringing him trays full of nachos, sodas, and other refreshments. "Thank you, ladies! You're all too kind!" He grabs one of them and kisses her on the cheek, and wraps his arms around two other ones. An older woman dressed in a black dress, black gloves, black shoes, and a large black hat taps Marvin on the shoulder. The only part of her body that shows is the solemn purple countenance of a Ditto, "Master, you very well know that you are married. How can you be unfaithful to your wife? Could it be that she is a member of a different species?" "Xerox, there you are!" Marvin smiles at his Ditto without turning away from the women who are all around him, "What are you talking about? I'm not married..." Xerox simply turns away without further explanation. "MARVY! HOW DAO YOU!" The loud, shrieking cry of Famifax disperses Marvin's young female admirers. Marvin turns to Famifax and sees her as a blonde blue-eyed young woman in a less than traditional wedding dress. The tight white dress is low cut in the front and the back, and it ends just above her knees. The enraged female shouts, "I'm yer wife and you kiss these girlies and hugs them and don't do all that stuffs to me! I wanna deeforce! Fersure! Rightnow!" Marvin scratches his head, knocking off his Elvis wig, revealing his thinning brown and silver hair, "But I'm not married to you... I couldn't if I wanted to! You're a Pokemon... and you're not even five years old! I can't hug you or kiss you..." "LAND THE HO!" A sailor at the top of the mast of the cruise ship shouts out to Marvin. Marvin looks up at the mast and shouts back, "Now that was just plain inappropriate!" A long, strung-out guitar solo proceeds, Xerox the Hippie chick jumps in front of Marvin, and she shouts with a British accent, "IN-APPROPRIATE!" The sailor shouts, "LAND HO!" Xerox throws her guitar aside and says, "Wake up, Marvin! We're almost at..." "...Cinnabar Island." The real Xerox, who is in Ditto form, finishes, hoping that Marvin will wake up. Marvin does. He opens his eyes, "Xerox, are we on a cruise ship headed for Cinnabar?" "I would not exactly call the measly tug boat that is carrying the caravan to Cinnabar a cruise ship." Xerox hops off of Marvin's bed inside the caravan, "Though I would have wanted to be on a cruise ship for once, you are the one who insisted we didn't waste money when choosing a ship to transport us from Fuschia City to Cinnabar Island." The noises of a boat docking are heard outside the caravan. "Oh yeah..." Marvin sits up, remembering what really happened, "Well, don't worry, Cinnabar Island's a great resort! When you're there, you'll feel like the whole island is a cruise ship! Some people call it Paradise..." Xerox glances to the clothing racks, where Famifax is hiding, "Not my sister. She has nothing but bad memories of her time spent at Cinnabar Island as a so-called prisoner. While I doubt she concurs, I'd like to visit the old Pokemon Laboratory where I was infused with the chemicals that allowed my mind to grow to a capacity unheard of in most Ditto." Noticable from the rumbling felt inside, the caravan starts rolling down a slope, since it is being carted onto the eastern dock of Cinnabar Island, along with the rest of the cargo on the cheap cargo boat. When the caravan stops rolling, a loud sailor knocks on the door and shouts, "We're on Cinnabar! Thanks for sailin' on Krabby Kargo!" Bozo the Mr. Mime, eager to find out if he's finally found a place he can call home, races up to the door of the caravan and slams it open. He rushes out of the caravan, takes a deep breath of the tropical air, and motions to Marvin. Marvin slides on his shoes, puts on his top hat, and walks outside, followed by Xerox the purple Ditto. Marvin admires all the tourist traps on the Island, happy to know that there will be a large audience present when he performs his magic show on Cinnabar Island. He stretches out and takes in the atmosphere, "What should we do first, Xerox?" "Perhaps convince my sister that Cinnabar Island is not going to bite?" Xerox looks back at the caravan, surprised that her cheery sister hasn't roller-skated out as a scantily clad young woman, "I would not want her to miss out." Marvin smiles at Xerox, "Awwww, you really do care!" Xerox's purple cheeks tinge a slight shade of red. Marvin notices this and says, "Fine, we'll convince Famifax that Cinnabar Island is her kind of town, we'll go visit the tourist attractions, I'll take you to the Laboratory where I found you, and we'll finish off our visit with a grand illusion!" Marvin looks at Bozo, who nods, and then towards Xerox, who says, "Very well then, master." Marvin races back into his caravan on the docks, dives into the clothing racks, finding a very wobbly little pink Ditto hiding, "What's wrong, Famifax?" "Thas place is totally scaree!" Famifax moans, "They gots mean white coat guys who wansta puts me in Pokeball!" Marvin shakes his head, "Cinnabar Island's changed. Now they have ice cream and cookie stands, souvenir booths full of toys for good little boys and girls, little hats with umbrellas on them, and many nice tourists who hate Pokeballs and don't even own Pokemon! Plus, you'll get to spend a day full of fun with me, your sister, and Bozo! How does that sound?" "There's... there's... ice cweam? ICE CWEAM!" Famifax transforms into a young girl with pink hair and blue eyes who is wearing a green bikini top, blue short shorts, and roller-skates, "YAY!" She cheers and roller-skates out of the caravan to join Xerox and Bozo, chanting like a little girl, "I wanstha... ice cweam! I wantstha... ice cweam!" "That was easier than I thought..." Marvin scratches the side of his head, shrugs, and goes to join his Pokemon outside. -Marvin