From: <lordlocke@my-deja.com> Subject: [PW!] Christmas Nights... Date: Saturday, December 25, 1999 9:28 PM "We're back!" Andrew walked back into the cabin, grinning wildly. His parents followed shortly after. "Congradulations Andrew!" Mara, who was lounging near the fireplace, dressed in just a t-shirt and boxer shorts. "Good job on your win." Andrew took a moment to look around. "Where's Gads?" "He's out getting the gifts I had wrapping at the Plateau Pokemart." Mara streched out and sat up, taking a moment to fix her hair with her hands. Andrew raised an eyebrow in question. "Gads is getting YOUR gifts?" Mara smiled, then leaned back, propping herself on her elbows. "Well, I told him that since he was dressed, he should go. When he laughed at me, I told him I'd go out and pick them up wearing this," Mara motioned to her attire, "and whatever illness I caught from the cold would be his fault for not going." Andrew shook his head. "That's cold." "You don't know the half of it. It's almost freezing outside." Mara giggled. *SLAM* "Correction... it IS freezing." Gads, carrying two HUGE bags, looked very, VERY cold, even with a thick coat on. Monk-chan, perched once again on his head, was curled up into a ball to conserve heat. Andrew's father looked at the coat Gads was wearing. "I never knew you had a coat." "Eh, I kept it in my pockets. No big deal..." "In your POCKETS? But how..." Andrew grabbed his dad's shoulder. "Don't ask. Trust me. All you do is get a headache." Gads removed his coat and sat down next to Mara by the fire. "Next time, you go. I don't even care if you're wearing your birthday suit..." Monk-chan uncurled, feeling the heat on the fire. He gave Mara a NASTY glare. "Man key man..." "Yeah." Gads nodded. Mara glared at the Mankey. "Oh, like you'd know..." Gads dug into his pocket, then pulled out a small, square package. "By the way, Merry Christmas." Mara, who was preparing another retort, was stopped dead in her tracks. "Heh... for me?" "Yeah..." Gads reached into his pockets again, and pulled out several packages of varying sizes, including one three-by-three foot box for Monk-chan. Once again, Andrew's father gaped at the feat. "It's just not possible." "Try telling him that, dear." Mrs. O'Reilly smiled warmly as Gads handed her a large, square package. Monk-chan wasted no time tearing his package to shreads. "MAN KEY KEY!" Then the Mankey fell into the box. When it climbed out, it pulled a LARGE, three-foot banana with him. "KEY! KEY!" Monk-chan scurried to Gads's bunk to store his prize. Mr and Mrs. O'Reilly opened their presant. "A Pokeball rack! Now we don't have to keep putting any loose Pokeballs on a shelf where they'll fall off." Andrew looked at the comp. book. "Training notes?" "Yep. While I was training Monk-chan. It should help ya with Mok-chan Two That's just half the gift." "It is? What else is there?" "Well, as you know, Mankeys learn best from demonstration..." "You're gonna teach him the moves? Thanks!" "Actually... I'm going to teach YOU the moves, so you can show them to your Mankey when the time comes." Andrew just gaped for a moment. "M... me?" "Well, if you're up to it." Andrew nodded. "Well..." "OH WOW! THIS IS THE GREATEST THING IN THE WORLD! THANKS!" Andrew was cut off by a hyper-excited Mara, who had seen her gift: A golden pendant in the shape of a fist, hung on a golden chain. The inscription read- Trisan Fire. Gads smiled. "I thought you'd like it. I thought of it during the wedding, where I saw all four of our family members in action. All four of us used different styles of fighting, each corrisponding to a different element, sooo... I send Mom and Dad similar pendants, as well as had one made one for myself." Gads pulled out a chain from under his shirt. This time, it was a silver foot, with an inscription- Trisan Wind. "Now I feel sorry for letting you go... out." For a moment, Mara thought about something that wasn't possible any more. Gads saw the path that she was talking about, and quickly changed the topic. "Don'tcha got presants for the us Mara? You know, the ones I went out and got for ya?" Gads gave a grin, to show he wasn't serious. It worked like a charm. "Oh, that's right!" Mara ran over to where Gads dropped the bags. She pulled out several large packages, and one small one. She handed them out. Monk-chan, once again, ripped through his. He opened his small box, and pulled out... a small, black lump. "Man key?" Gads laughed. "Lump of coal? Looks like someone's been a bad Mankey..." Everyone else joined in. "Man man man..." Monk-chan began cursing at his soon-to-be slave. Andrew finished opening his. "Woah! The latest version of the Pokedex! I'm gonna make GOOD use of this." Andrew absent-mindedly pointed it at Gads. "Mankey, usually a fighting-type Pokemon., but this one appears to be a freak of nature of the Fighting/Psychic types. Easily angered..." Gads's eyebrow twitched. "Smart-ass Pokedex..." Once again, the rest of the room had a good laugh. Then Andrew noticed something. "The voice... yours, Mara?" "Eh, yeah. It's one of those personalized ones. They required someone to give samples for the voice, so..." Andrew tapped a button. Sure enough, all his Pokemon's data was already entered. "SWEET! This'll save me the time of transfering all my data!" Mr. and Mrs. O'Reilly looked at their gift. "Hey look, it's a photo from the Wedding..." Sure enough, it was a picture taken of the family and close friends of the married couple. Gads looked at his box a little warily. "This box isn't rigged to explode like last year, is it?" As Mara bigsweatted and shook her head, Andrew looked puzzled. "Huh?" Gads began feeling the box for wires. "Every year, Mara's 'gift' to me is more like a trap. Explosions, pies in the face, seltzer bottles... one year, she even, somehow, boxed a rabid Chancy..." Gads pulled on the ribbon, then held the box out as far as it could go. "... Gads, you can look now... nothing happened." Andrew shook his head. Gads was paranoid. "You're right." Gads lifted the lid of the box... *SPRONG!* A Primeape shot out of the box! "YAAAAAA!" Gads lept for the ceiling. Andrew cringed for a moment, then walked over and flicked the Primeape. "Heh... Primeape-in-the-box. A classic." Gads, hanging from the rafters by his tail, glared at Mara. "Not funny. SOOOO not funny." Everyone laughed at Gads, who slowly releaced his tail's hold and looked into the box. "M... my... my flute! But I though it was destroyed!" "I had Master fix it. This time, DON'T let your Mankey use it as a staff." "Don't worry. Monk-chan isn't TOUCHING it this time." Gads played a few notes. "I think I still got it..." TBC? (OCC: Hopefully, I'm posting this AFTER New's finished Andrew's match... if I'm posting before... well... GET TO WORK SLACKER! Can't start an X-mas thread Dec. 26th...) 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