From: Anonymous <anakin0327@aol.com> Subject: [PW!] A Proper Time Date: Monday, December 13, 1999 7:02 PM > Shock dragged Splash and the others to the store, and purchased some new >clothes for him, and they left the store. Splash held onto his old clothes, >and >refused to let them go. Shock then dragged everyone to another shop, and got >himself and Forest haircuts, just like Splash's short hair. > > When they were all done, they set off towards Vermillion City. After an hour of walking, Porygon started to complain. <<Are we there yet?>> "For the thousandth time, no!" said Mac. "I'll tell you when we get there!" <<Okay....... Are we there yet?>> Mac immediately pounced on Porygon, trying to wrap his hands around its neck and shut it up for good. Forest, Shock, and Splash split them up before any permanent damage was caused. "Are you two always like this?" asked Splash. <<Only when I can help it!>> "Don't you have a Pokéball you can stuff him in or something?" said Shock. "Don't I wish..." <<'Don't I wish'...>> All four of them smacked Porygon in the face. The combined force knocked him to the dirt. Mac then grabbed his tail and proceeded to drag him to Vermillion. Splash turned to Mac. "So what's up with that Porygon, anyway? His circuits seem a little jumbled..." "I think he was a defect. We won him from the Game Corner, and you know how trustworthy those Rockets are..." "Who's 'we'?" "Uh, never mind." Mac decided to wait until later to tell them about the unfortunate mishaps that started off this little misadventure, about how his best friend was killed by those miserable Rockets, and how he swore revenge, but was yet to act upon his decree... "Look!" said Forest, pointing over a hill, "Vermillion is just over the hill!" No, now was not the time... ------------ TBC -Anonymous (you know, the guy who wrote all the poems) -=-=-=-=-