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    Default Adventures at Oak's (Rated G)

    I just got a new idea to make up stories about the adventures that Ash's Pokemon get into at Professor Oak's lab while Ash is away. I'm writing another fan-fiction at the same time as this one, so I might be a little slow in posting new chapters on this one.

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    Chapter 1
    Secret Agent Muk, Part 1


    Slowly, the world began to come into focus.

    Muk opened his eyes and stretched his arms in the air. The golden sun promised that this was going to be a hot day, but it was refreshingly cool in the shade of the old oak tree.

    Muk yawned and absorbed its arms back into its body. <Aw, that nap's just what I needed!>* He oozed forward, sliding across the grass towards the watering hole on the other side of the ranch. As he crossed from the shade into the sunlight, his body began to steam.
    *Translated from Pokemon language

    <Hoo boy, it's a hot one today! I might just have to go contaminate the watering hole later!> Muk continued to stretch and heave as he made his way toward the water. His body was like living gelatin, expanding and contracting as he moved. Muk slowly made his way past Donphan and Cyndaquil, who had spent the morning just like he had: sleeping in the shade. The watering hole was in sight, when suddenly...

    <Muk! Muk!>

    Muk turned around to see Corphish hurrying towards him. <Corphish! What is it?>

    Corphish stopped, panting. <We gotta get to the lab, fast! It's urgent!>

    <Urgent! Ok, I'm coming!> Muk shot off, sliding across the ground more quickly than was to be expected. Corphish hurried to keep up, but he kept slipping in sludge left in the grass in Muk's wake.

    Finally, the two arrived at the door to the lab and rushed in. Torkoal was waiting for them, tears in his eyes. <Finally! You guys are here!> he sniffed.

    <What is it, Torkoal?> Muk asked. <What's the emergency?>

    <Oh, it's terrible! I can't even speak it! Corphish, you tell him!>

    Corphish gulped. <Alright, I'll be the man! There's...there's...there's no food!>

    Muk gasped in horror. <What? No food? But the professor always leaves our lunch in here in our food bowls! How could there not be any food?>

    <I'll tell you what I think.>

    The three whirled around. Tracey's Scyther was leaning against the wall in the shadows. He'd somehow kept himself hidden the entire time they were talking. Torkoal burst into tears.

    <Scyther!> Corphish exhaled relievedly. <You scare-er, startled me.>

    Scyther laughed. <Startled you? Looks to me like I almost made you do something involuntary...and messy.>

    Muk frowned. <What is it, Scyther? What did you have to say?>

    <Ah, yes. Our lunch has not been left out today, as it is everyday. Therefore, my only assumption is that something has happened to the professor!>

    Again, Muk and Corphish gasped. Torkoal began to sob again.

    <We've got to do something!> Corphish cried. <Somebody get Bulbasaur!>

    <Forget Bulbasaur!> Torkoal screamed. <Call the mayor! Call the navy!>

    Corphish hurried to the phone. <I'm on it!> Somehow, despite having claws instead of fingers, Corphish managed to dial in the phone number he wanted.

    "Hello," came the mechanical response on the other end of the phone. "You've reached the Navy hotline."

    Corphish dropped the phone in a panic. <Torkoal! The robots are running the Navy!>

    <Not the Navy!>

    <Will you all cool it?>

    All eyes went to Muk. <We don't need Bulbasaur, or the mayor, or the Navy, or the robots running the Navy!>

    <What are you saying Muk?> Torkoal sniffed.

    <No no, Torkoal,> Corphish nodded. <Muk's right. We don't need the robots running the Navy.>

    Muk brought himself up as tall as he could. <That's right! We can solve this mystery ourselves!>


    <We can save the professor ourselves!>


    Corphish began waving his claws excitedly in the air. <We can find the crown, save the town, and Mr-> He was cut off as Muk cast him a warning glare.

    <Well?> Muk finished. <Who's with me?>

    <I am!> Corphish punched the air.

    <I am!> Torkoal whooped.


    They all looked about, waiting for Scyther's response. But the Pokemon was gone.

    Corphish shuddered. <Ay caramba, that guy gives me the willies!>

    <Come on!> Muk ordered. He started off through the lab. <Let's go!>

    Torkoal rushed to keep up with Muk. <Shouldn't we start off by looking for clues?>

    <What do you think I'm doing right now?>

    Now Corphish interrupted. <Shouldn't we split up? In the mystery shows, they always split up.>

    <Ok, sounds reasonable,> Muk agreed. He gestured down the hall to the right. <Torkoal, you go that way.> Next, he gestured down the hall to the left. <Corphish, you go that way. I'll go straight.>

    Torkoal began to sniff again. <Wait, I don't want to go alone! What if there's a burglar or a kidnapper in the lab?>

    <Or an axe murderer?> Corphish added.

    Torkoal burst into tears.

    <Fine, fine!> Muk sighed, exasperated. <Shaggy, Scooby, you two go together.>

    <Ha ha!> Corphish laughed at Torkoal. <You're Shaggy!>

    Torkoal laughed in response. <Are you kidding me? You are so Shaggy, it's not even funny!>

    Corphish smacked him hard on the back of the head.

    <Shaggy!> Muk barked. <Stop hitting Scooby!>

    Torkoal grinned smugly, and Corphish stuck his tongue out angrily.

    <Wait!> Muk frowned. <I hear footsteps! Make yourselves scarce!>

    Torkoal and Corphish dove into a nearby potted plant, hiding themselves along the side out of view of passerby. Muk melted into the shadows, blending in with the darkness as he watched to see who was coming.

    Tracey emerged from around the corner, whistling to himself. He was hauling a bulging garbage bag behind him, and in his other hand...

    Muk could hardly stifle a scream. Clutched in Tracey's other hand was a sharp knife, covered in what appeared to be slimy, orange guts.

    After Tracey had passed, Corphish and Torkoal climbed out of the plant. They hurried to Muk's side. <Muk, what's wrong?> Torkoal asked. <You look really pale!>

    <I...I think I've solved the case,> Muk stuttered.

    <Really?> Corphish beamed. <Tell us!>

    <I...I think Tracey murdered the professor!>

    Last edited by GalladeRocks; 4th October 2009 at 4:46 PM.

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