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    The Pokemon Show
    If you can't say anything nice...
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        Spoiler:- Episode Guide:


        Spoiler:- Main Cast:



    Episode 1: The Pilot

    The murmuring of the crowd was barely audible behind the thick barrier of curtains. Pokemon rushed all around, moving crates, setting up props, mopping the floor, and other such activities. Somehow, every possible catastrophe had been averted. It was a miracle, but not one that would last for long.

    "Ok, people, we're looking good so far! We're on in five!"

    A small, penguin-like Pokemon strode among the workers, admiring little undertaking. On a night this big, everything would have to be perfect. So far, no mistakes had been made, but that could change in an instant.

    "Piplup! Piplup!"

    Piplup turned around to see his long-time partner running towards him. A mischievous smile was spread across the ape-like face. The fire on his rear was glowing more brightly than ever, probably with excitement.

    "What is it, Chimchar?" Piplup asked. "Nothing wrong, I hope?"

    "No, no, but look at this!" Chimchar beamed. He pulled out a small black remote from somewhere behind his back. It was covered in tiny red buttons.

    Piplup sighed. "What is it this time? It had better not be like that slapstick-performing stick." He rubbed his cheek and winced as the painful memory of a rehearsal-gone-wrong came back to him.

    "No, nothing like that," Chimchar shook his head. He pressed a few buttons and a pie suddenly floated down from the rafters. It hovered in the air, spinning like a flying saucer. It was covered in thick, yellow cream. Not a spot on the pie was bare of the frosting.

    Piplup stepped back, both in surprise and caution. "Is that a remote-controlled pie?"

    Chimchar's grin grew even wider. "Banana cream! And if you think that's something, watch this!" He pressed a few more buttons. There was a sudden crackling sound and sparks began flying out of the remote. "Uh oh."

    "Hit the deck!" Piplup screamed. He dove to the floor and the small crowd of observers quickly ducked backstage. The pie began to spasm wildly in the air, and sparks continued flying from the remote.

    Splat!

    When Piplup looked up, he could hardly contain both a laugh and a groan. Chimchar's face was completely obscured in banana cream. The pie tin was still spinning on the floor where it had landed. "Oh, Chimchar, that's terrible!" Piplup exclaimed, rising to his feet.

    "I know!" Chimchar nodded, sending small drops of cream flying off of his face. He smacked his lips. "It needs more salt." He turned away and began to walk off backstage. However, the cream still covered his eyes, and Chimchar found himself tripping over what seemed to be a yellow traffic cone. He flipped head-over-heels down the stairs and an enormous crash resounded up from above, accompanied by a screeching chicken a moment later. Piplup slapped his forehead. From the base of the stairs, a muffled cry was audible. "I'm okay!"

    "Yikes!" the traffic cone griped. He managed to roll back onto his round black feet, only to fall back down again. A round blue Pokemon appeared beside him and yanked him back to his feet.

    "You alright, Snorunt?" the new arrival inquired.

    Snorunt was still mumbling under his breath as he answered. "Yeah, I'm fine! I'm not entirely sure anymore that filming a TV show was the greatest idea we came up with."

    "Sorry about Chimchar, Snorunt," Piplup apologized. "He's been getting a little overzealous about his act lately. He's really hoping to leave a mark on the audience."

    "Oh, he'll be fine with that!" Snorunt scoffed. "A long as he's still got that flying pie!"

    "And the slapstick stick, too," Poliwhirl added, rubbing the white and black pattern on his stomach. "I swear, I couldn't eat right for a week after that blow!"

    "I didn't know there was a right or wrong way to eat," Piplup frowned. Then, suddenly, a startled look crossed his face. "Poliwhirl, you're supposed to be on the sign!"

    Poliwhirl looked blankly at Piplup. "The what?"

    "The sign!" Piplup screamed, waving his arms wildly. "You need to bring the sign down! The show starts in one minute!"

    "Oh, the sign!" Poliwhirl gasped. "I forgot! I'm going, I'm going!" He turned around rapidly and took off at a sprint...straight down the stairs. There was yet another crash, and a yelp of surprise.

    "Hi Poliwhirl!"

    "Hi Chimchar!"

    Piplup sighed. "Something tells me he's not going to make it up there in time."

    "I'll say," Snorunt agreed. "He ran the wrong way."

    Piplup clutched his temples in anxiety. He could here the audience growing louder by the second. "We've got to do something!" he cried. He turned back to Snorunt. "Quick, go get Grovyle and Chatot. We need someone to stall!"

    "What should we do?" Snorunt asked. "That crowd's not gonna fall for the culture of tap dancing with a flower pot on our heads."

    "I don't know!" Piplup growled. "Have them give a safety statement to the audience, I don't know! Just get them and do something!"

    "Ok, something it is!"

    *****

    The crowd of Pokemon was growing ravenous. Almost the entire population of Treasure Town had turned up for the debut of Piplup's new show. And now, they were being kept waiting. Even Sheriff Magnezone was bellowing his outrage, much to the mortification of his Magnemite officers. Suddenly, a hush came over the crowd. The curtain was parting.

    "Welcome, citizens of Treasure Town!"

    Grovyle stepped out from the parted curtain, spreading his arms to address the entire theater. "We are sorry for the delay in the show. We have had a few technical difficulties."

    Snorunt's voice rung out from somewhere off-stage. "And by technical, he means Poliwhirl." The entire crowd snickered at the comment.

    Grovyle cleared his throat loudly, silencing the comedian. "Now, ladies and gentlemen, I will leave you to my friend Chatot, who has some safety guidelines to share with you."

    A large majority of the viewers groaned as Chatot hopped onto the stage. As he came out, Grovyle stepped back in, hoping that this would be long enough time for Piplup to settle the problems backstage.

    "Gripe all you want, hoodlums!" Chatot shrieked at the crowd. "But try complaining when you don't have tongues!" At this, the theater grew silent. Chatot smiled. "Thank you!"

    "You're welcome!"

    He chose to ignore his challenger. "Ok, everybody, Safety Guideline Number One: When exiting the theater, be patient. No stampeding to the exit. Safety Guideline Number T-" Chatot stopped in mid-sentence. He leaned closer to the parting in the curtain, where he could here hushed whispering. The crowd sighed contentedly, happy that someone had enough mercy to save them from Chatot's lecture.

    "Really?" Chatot gasped suddenly. He turned back to the crowd, eyes wide. "It has been brought to my attention that there is a celebrity in our midst! Now, ladies and gentlemen, it is my honor to introduce to you...Mr. Pikachu!"

    A small yellow figure danced out onto the stage, singing his own weird tune as he went. "Da da-da da da da-da da da!" The audience grew silent, bewildered looks crossing their faces. The newcomer was yellow like Pikachu, but something was strange about him. The lightning-bolt tail on his back flopped around apparently of its own accord, as did the pointed ears on the top of his head. They almost seemed to be taped down to his skin. Plus, his crimson red cheeks were noticably uncircular. One almost looked like a square, crudely drawn in red marker.

    "Hey, everybody!" Mr. "Pikachu" bowed to the crowd. "Welcome to my video game franchise! Are you all having fun here tonight?"

    Chatot was aghast. He glared hard at "Pikachu", seeing a familiar face underneath. "Why, you are not Pikachu! You are a runt!"

    The poorly disguised Snorunt glared right back at Chatot. "Runt shmunt!" He gestured out at the crowd. "They're tourists! If they'll buy giant costumed dogs, they'll belive this!" As he spoke, he turned to fully face the crowd, trying to hide the fact that his tail was falling off.

    "Why, you...you..." Chatot stuttered. "Fraud! Charlatan!"

    The viewers were beginning to boo as Piplup ran onto the stage. He grabbed Chatot and Snorunt by their ankles and threw them back through the curtain. A few daring theater patrons applauded at the action.

    "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm proud to announce that you are now about to witness the first ever episode of The Pokemon Show!" Piplup panted, out of breath. The crowd cheered, and Piplup bowed. "Now, I proudly present to you...the beginning!" He ducked back through the curtains, and as he did, a platform began to rise up from the floor in front of the stage. A small group of Pokemon was perched on it, and with a trumpet burst, the Pandemonium began to play.

    "One, two, three, four!" Pikachu (not Snorunt dressed as one) began calling the beats at the top of his lungs. As he did, the rest of the band erupted into action. Combusken began wailing away at his guitar. The smooth alto sound of the saxophone filled the room as Loudred held it to his lips. Sunflora rapped her tambourine against her hip in time with the beat. It was a small role in the band, but one she was proud of. Lastly, Primeape began screaming like a maniac as he beat away at his drum set. The crowd burst into raucous cheers.

    As the band kept playing, the multiple stage curtains began opening one by one. One, two, three. The last curtain fell open, revealing a large white structure behind it. Standing at its very top was none other than Piplup, with Chimchar on his left side and the elegant Mew on his right. Down below, a large group of Pokemon danced into sight from stage left. As they entered, they sang:

    It's time to play the music! It's time to light the lights! It's time to meet the stars on The Pokemon Show tonight!

    Led by Chatot, another group of dancing Pokemon appeared from stage right. They continued the song:

    It's time to put on makeup! It's time to dress up right! It's time to raise the curtains on The Pokemon Show tonight!

    Now even Piplup was joining in the singing.

    It's time to get things started on the most sensational, inspirational, celebrational, Poketational... There was a brief pause as Piplup stopped singing. Then, as suddenly as it had stopped, it started again. This is what we call our Pokemon Show!

    There was a grinding of gears as an enormous sign began to lower down from the rafters. It read, quite predictably, "The Pokemon Show". Piplup grinned. Things were actually going right. It was then, however, that he noticed Poliwhirl sitting on top of the sign, yanking as hard as he could on the pulleys. Apparently, there were more troubles with the sign than previously thought.

    "Poliwhirl," Piplup called. "Stop!"

    It was too late.

    With an enormous splintering of wood, the sign ripped away from the ceiling. The dancing Pokemon ran for cover as it plummeted towards the stage. Piplup groaned, grabbed Chimchar and Mew, and dove off their podium, which was crushed moments later by the doom-from-above.

    As Piplup regained his footing, he looked up to see if Poliwhirl had survived the fall. To his relief, he saw him hanging from the edge of one of the balconies high above. He squinted, trying to make out what kindly Pokemon sitting in the box would help Poliwhirl to safety. Then, he realized with fear who was sitting in the box. "Oh no, not them!"

    Two hearty laughs rang out from the balcony. "Skuntank, did you see that sign go down?"

    "I didn't see a sign falling, Dusknoir. Just the ratings!"

    The laughter rang out again as Poliwhirl pulled himself up enough to look over the railing. There, he found himself staring into the faces of Dusknoir and Skuntank. "Hey, what's your issue?" Poliwhirl challenged the cackling Pokemon. "That was a spectacular song being sung down there!"

    "Yeah!" Skuntank scoffed. "And that was a spectacular dive you just took into our box!"

    "I'd give it a ten," Dusknoir commented.

    "Why's that?" Skuntank questioned.

    Dusknoir pounded the railing and Poliwhirl's grip began to slip. "Because that's how many fingers are letting go of this rail!" With one more slam of Dusknoir's fist, Poliwhirl let go completely.

    Piplup closed his eyes as Poliwhirl hit the stage. After a moment of silence, the crowd began to applaud. Skuntank and Dusknoir leaned out of the balcony and bowed to their admirers. "Really, ladies and gentlemen, thank you!" Skuntank grinned. "You're too kind!"

    "And we have a low tolerance for that!" Dusknoir added. "So be quiet! Can't you see we're trying to ignore the show?"

    Piplup turned away and walked backstage. Something told him that this was going to be a long night.

    *****

    Piplup, Chimchar, Grovyle, and Chatot sat in a circle backstage. Each of them had an Oran Berry Smoothie sitting on the table in front of them. After a long moment of silence, Piplup finally spoke.

    "Ok, who's going first?"

    "..."

    "..."

    "..."

    "Ok, let's draw straws."

    *****

    The curtains parted as Piplup stepped out onto the stage. He did the best he could to ignore the boos echoing down from Skuntank and Dusknoir's balcony. "Ladies and gentlemen, we apologize for the delay in our show. We had a few technical difficulties, as I'm sure you could see."

    "And by technical difficulties, he means Poliwhirl," Snorunt's muffled voice floated out from backstage.

    Piplup cleared his throat in an attempt to regain the crowd's attention. "Anyway, here is our first act. Everybody, clap your hands for Doctor Lucario and his assistant Munchlax!"

    Everybody clapped, minus Skuntank and Dusknoir, as Piplup ducked backstage and Lucario walked forward to center-stage. Behind him, Munchlax pushed what appeared to be a tea cart towards where Lucario was waiting. The tray was covered with beakers and test tubes bubbling with solutions of every color. "Munch munch," Munchlax chirped as he awaited Lucario's orders.

    "Good evening, everybody!" Lucario addressed the crowd dramatically. "Are you ready for some science?" There was no answer.

    "Ha!" Dusknoir cackled from above. "Looks like they're fighting science with silence!"

    Lucario cleared his throat as he turned to Munchlax. "Now now, everybody, this will truly amaze you! The potion, Munchlax."

    "Munch!" Munchlax nodded, picking up a beaker from the tray. The orange liquid inside frothed violently as he handed it to Lucario.

    "Thank you, Munchlax." Lucario turned back to the crowd and held up the beaker like a prized trophy. "Behold, ladies and gentlemen! What I hold here in my hand is a cloning potion! If you drink even a single drop, a second you will sprout out from your head!" He had the attention of the viewers now. "Don't believe me? Allow me to demonstrate!" Lucario handed the beaker back to Munchlax. "Go ahead, Munchlax, demonstrate!"

    Munchlax gulped loudly. "Munch?" Hesitantly, he held the solution to his lips. As he did, Lucario leaned against the cart, which moved under his weight.

    "Yikes!" Lucario yelped as he fell to the stage. The cart rolled forward until it was eventually stopped...by Munchlax's stomach. The impact knocked the beaker upside down, dumping all of its contents directly down Munchlax's throat. Lucario jumped back to his feet in time to see Munchlax's body glowing white and trembling. "Oh no! Munchlax!"

    "Munch!"

    "Munch?"

    "Munch munch!"

    "Munch!"

    Before anybody knew what was happening, there were dozens of Munchlax running around the stage in a panic. The crowd applauded, though whether it was for the success of the cloning potion or the ensuing chaos, Lucario couldn't tell.

    "Hey, Dusknoir, look at that!" Skuntank yelled. "There's a hundred Munchlax down there!"

    "Too bad this show's a hundred times the worse for it!" Dusknoir answered.

    Piplup, Grovyle, and Chatot quickly rushed out from behind the curtain, ushering the many Munchlax backstage before they could do more damage. As they went, Lucario turned back to the audience. "Don't forget to tune in next week for more science!" Then, he was gone.

    Piplup remained on stage as he gestured towards the center of the curtain. "And now, ladies and gentlemen, I give you Chimchar!" he introduced hurriedly. It was obviously a stressful night for him.

    The curtain fell open again to reveal Chimchar standing alone at center-stage. "Wocka wocka wocka!" he whooped, waving to the audience for applause. He got none. "Geesh!" he growled. "Is this an audience or a cemetary?"

    "It'll be a cemetery soon enough!" Dusknoir called.

    "Yeah!" Skuntank agreed. "We're dying of boredom up here!" This got the crowd laughing.

    Chimchar scowled up at his tormentors. "Oh yeah? We'll make sure you get buried somewhere nice! We wouldn't want your old corpses stinking up the joint!"

    "Pah!" Skuntank retorted. "I've gotten better come-backs from a can of beans!"

    "Oh, now you're in for it!" Chimchar bellowed. He pulled out a bubble wand seemingly from thin air. "Everyone, behold, as I blow the world's largest bubble!"

    "Hey!" Poliwhirl said indignantly. "I was planning to do that next week!"

    With a huff and a puff, Chimchar blew into the bubble wand. Immediately, a shimmering soapy bubble began to expand outward. The viewers looked on in amazement as the shining sphere grew and grew until it even reached out over their heads.

    "He's actually pulling it off!" Skuntank gasped in amazement.

    "That's why I'm pulling this off!" Dusknoir grinned. He reached over and plucked off one of Skuntank's bristly whiskers.

    "Yeow! What was that for?"

    Dusknoir's smile grew. "For this!" He dropped the hair, which fell in a perfectly straight path. Its target: Chimchar's bubble. By now, it had expanded to fill almost the entire theater. The hair struck its target full on, and with the noise of a cannon being fired, the bubble exploded. Soap flooded the theater immediately, raining down from its deflated container. The audience was doused, but was now squeaky clean.

    The balcony filled up with soapy liquid as well. "He's trying to drown us!" Skuntank wailed. "What kind of an act would that be?"

    "An act of mercy!" Dusknoir answered.

    "You've been a wonderful audience!" Chimchar called as the flood picked him up and washed him backstage. "Chimchar is still in the building! Good night!"

    *****

    Piplup groaned as he watched Chimchar float by on a river of soap. Tonight wasn't even remotely following the plan. Grovyle walked up to his employer. "Well, Piplup? What's your call?"

    "Well," Piplup pondered. "All of these incidents have taken up almost the entire show. We've got to do something in these last five minutes if we're going to have any hope of saving the show."

    Poliwhirl stepped out of the shadow, wearing a pair of flight goggles. Piplup decided that he wasn't going to ask why. "I'll save the show!" Poliwhirl declared.

    "After you almost destroyed it before?" Piplup frowned. "I don't know."

    "What other choice do we have?" Grovyle pointed out. "We're running out of options."

    Chatot approached with the Guildmaster Wigglytuff in tow. "I've got plans for a finale everybody should love," Chatot declared. "It's a song I've planned. It's called A Tribute to All Countries But Mostly Treasure Town."

    "I think Poliwhirl should go," Wigglytuff grinned, beginning to mop up the soap left by Chimchar's disaster. "Everybody loves a little destruction!"

    "Alright, I'm convinced," Piplup sighed. "Poliwhirl, go wow the crowd. After all, what more damage could you possibly do?"

    *****

    "And now, I present our grand finale!" Piplup called to the audience. Poliwhirl stepped through the curtains and bowed. The flight goggles were still strapped across his eyes. "A stunt performed by Poliwhirl the Prodigous!" With that, Piplup ducked backstage. He was making sure to stay out of the range of any destruction this time.

    "Hello!" Poliwhirl greeted cheerily. "I realize that you all think tonight could have gone better."

    "We don't!" Skuntank shouted from the balcony.

    "Yeah!" Dusknoir agreed. "We realize it was a stretch for you to even make it this interesting!"

    Poliwhirl scowled. "Laugh while you can! For now, your socks are going to get blown right off!"

    Piplup closed his eyes, hoping that the comment wasn't meant to be taken literally.

    "Now, as you all know, this is the pilot of our show," Poliwhirl explained. "That is why I decided to be a pilot as well!"

    Piplup's eyes snapped back open. "What?!?"

    "Ok, boys, bring her out!" Poliwhirl ordered. The curtain behind him completely fell away, revealing an enormous jet parked on the stage. "Now, I will prove that this is a show worth watching by piloting this jet safely out of the theater!"

    The audience grew silent, even Skuntank and Dusknoir. That's probably because they were all hiding beneath their seats.

    Piplup sprinted onto the stage. "Poliwhirl! Don't even think about-"

    But it was too late. Poliwhirl was already in the cockpit, readying for take-off. He began studying the dashboard closely as Piplup climbed inside. "Poliwhirl!" Piplup gasped. "Do you even know what you're doing?"

    "Yes, I do!" Poliwhirl decreed. "I know perfectly well that the take-off button is right here!" With that, he pressed the biggest, reddest button he could see.

    An automated voice rang out through the plane. "Armed missiles button activated. Firing all weapons in three, two, one..."

    Poliwhirl looked up at Piplup. "Oops."

    KABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!

    After a few long minutes, the smoke and plaster finally settled. Somehow, the theater appeared to be undamaged. All the Pokemon were unhurt and the stage was intact.

    Then, with a cracking rumble, the stage collapsed, the ceiling fell in, the back wall fell outwards, and the jet disassembled back into its natural elements. The audience screamed in terror. Miraculously, they were still unharmed.

    Piplup finally managed to stagger out from the wreckage of the jet, hauling a semi-conscious Poliwhirl behind him. "I-is everybody alright?" Piplup inquired.

    White flags were raised into the air from Skuntank and Dusnoir's balcony, which was currently resting on the ground floor. "We surrender, we surrender!"

    As the audience members managed to rise to their feet again, Piplup walked backstage. He came back with an ecstatic Chimchar, a bitter Snorunt, a raging Mew, a frantic Grovyle, a shaken Chatot, and a smiling Wigglytuff. "Ok, everyone's okay!" Grovyle proclaimed. "You may leave the theater!"

    "Remember the proper exiting technique!" Chatot reminded. "No stampeding!" His words were met with glares from the viewers.

    "Come on back next week!" Chimchar called after the exiting crowd.

    Piplup sighed. "Do you honestly think they'll come back after that?"

    "Yes, we will."

    Piplup looked down to see the young brothers Azurill and Marill standing before him. "You will?"

    "Of course!" Azurill beamed.

    "And everyone else will come too!" Marill nodded.

    "But why?" Piplup inquired.

    Wigglytuff answered the question. "Because everyone loves destruction!"

    "Yep, that's right!" Marill smiled. "Everybody loved your show! You guys are really funny. Plus, hiding under our seats really gets our blood pumping!"

    "See ya next week!" Azurill declared as he and his brother exited the theater. Piplup could merely gawk in disbelief.

    Chimchar whooped loudly. "Yahoo! Looks like we're officially in showbusiness!"

    "I'm not sure how much more showbusiness I can take," Piplup sighed. "Tonight was stressful enough."

    "Don't worry!" Snorunt assured. "You'll get used to it. I've had a lot of my family in showbusiness before, and they took it fine." He paused. "Well, some of them turned out to be serial killers, but I'm sure that's just coincidence."

    Piplup paled. "Yes, I'm sure."

    As the actors all left the theater, Skuntank and Dusknoir managed to haul themselves out of the fallen box. "Wow!" Skuntank mused. "I haven't gotten a rush like that since my years in the service!"

    Dusknoir turned to his accomplice. "You were in the Army?"

    "No," Skuntank said as if it were obvious. "I was referring to customer service at Wal-Mart. Ha ha!"

    "Yes, I'll admit, that was quite a show," Dusknoir smiled. "That is, if you've got a death wish."

    Skuntank grinned as well. "So are we coming back next week?"

    "Only if my wife will let me."

    "You have a wife?"

    "No, but I'll be looking for one."

    The two Pokemon laughed hysterically as they exited the theater. The two hecklers were glad to know that this wasn't the end. This was only the beginning.


    BEHIND THE SCENES: Munchlax and his clones sing Ode to Joy.
    Munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch, munch-munch.

    Munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch, munch-munch.

    Munch munch munch munch, munch, munch-munch munch munch, munch munch-munch munch munch munch munch munch.

    Munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch, munch-munch.

    [Massive explosion]

    Munch!
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    Oh, oh, oh my god.....
    You had me laughing for five straight minutes!!
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    Glad you like it!
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    I liked it too! Is there going to be a PM List? If so, can I be on it? You did have me laugh a bunch of times too. I'm interested to see more!

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    Yeah, I'll add a PM list. Also, I'll be trying to post a new chapter of this every Saturday, like a weekly TV show.
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    Two hearty laughs rang out from the balcony. "Skuntank, did you see that sign go down?"

    "I didn't see a sign falling, Dusknoir. Just the ratings!"

    The laughter rang out again as Poliwhirl pulled himself up enough to look over the railing. There, he found himself staring into the faces of Dusknoir and Skuntank. "Hey, what's your issue?" Poliwhirl challenged the cackling Pokemon. "That was a spectacular song being sung down there!"

    "Yeah!" Skuntank scoffed. "And that was a spectacular dive you just took into our box!"

    "I'd give it a ten," Dusknoir commented.

    "Why's that?" Skuntank questioned.
    "Geesh!" he growled. "Is this an audience or a cemetary?"

    "It'll be a cemetary soon enough!" Dusknoir called.
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    Maybe you could also skip a week or something like what happens with Pokemon occasionally. Don't push yourself though. If you have to make it come out two weeks or something after the expected day you wanted it posted, so be it.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Torpoleon View Post
    Maybe you could also skip a week or something like what happens with Pokemon occasionally. Don't push yourself though. If you have to make it come out two weeks or something after the expected day you wanted it posted, so be it.
    Yeah, especially judging my writing patterns with Explorers of the Core. This time, however, I'm convinced that I can keep both fics running at the same time, as long as I pace myself.
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    I am most certainly signing up for this "Pm list" thingymabober. I want front row seats, pronto.

    : HEY! You have better things to be doing!

    Shut up.

    : No, he's right. GET BACK TO THE GAMES SECTION. NOW.

    Shut the heck up.

    : Matt, sereously, do you have to?

    Do you want me to write you out of existance? I can.

    *All three*: *silence*

    That's what I thought. Shoo, all of you!
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    this is even funnier than the Dimensions of Darkness Books!can I go an the PM list?
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    "Armed missles button activated. Firing all weapons in three, two, one..."
    that actually happened!a policeman was using something that can tell if a car is speeding,he was doing it close to a military air base,one of the planes saw a "radar" looking at the base,the policeman rang up the air base and was told that the plane saw a radar and there would be a missile travelling at Mach 3(over 2000 miles an hour)hitting him soon,but the pilot told the plane not to...stupid policeman...
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    can you stick me on the PM list too please? i laughed for about 30 seconds without taking a break until i realized that i should actually breathe while laughing at the same time.
    (i would cut the S.A. jokes short though. my parents work there. i might just decide to send a gift round to your house if you continue. so... which would you prefer? the sort with a five-second timer, or the incindiary kind?)
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    Ok, you're all on the PM list. And scizorstrike, I'm sorry if I offended you with the S.A. joke. I was just looking for an excuse for Skuntank to say that he was in the army.
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    Ah, wonderful...

    Piplup stepped back, both in surprise and caution. "Is that a remote-controlled pie?"
    A remote controlled pie... brilliant.

    Two hearty laughs rang out from the balcony. "Skuntank, did you see that sign go down?"

    "I didn't see a sign falling, Dusknoir. Just the ratings!"

    White flags were raised into the air from Skuntank and Dusnoir's balcony, which was currently resting on the ground floor. "We surrender, we surrender!"
    Ah... the hecklers. They were the second best part. That goes for all of their snide little comments.
    "Hey, everybody!" Mr. "Pikachu" bowed to the crowd. "Welcome to my video game franchise! Are you all having fun here tonight?"
    Hillarious. Welcome to my video game franchise! That's awesome.


    Snorunt's voice rung out from somewhere off-stage. "And by technical, he means Poliwhirl." The entire crowd snickered at the comment.
    Nice one there.

    "Ok, who's going first?"

    "..."

    "..."

    "..."

    "Ok, let's draw straws."
    Can't you imagine that happening in real life, too?

    Chatot approached with the Guildmaster Wigglytuff in tow. "I've got plans for a finale everybody should love," Chatot declared. "It's a song I've planned. It's called A Tribute to All Countries But Mostly Treasure Town."
    That was the best part. I love the nod to Sam Eagle from the Muppets. That's the funniest part of your fics, all the refferences to popular culture in them.

    Anyways... PM list please?
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    Glad you like it! And yes, you're on the PM list.
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    Ok, guys, I've got something that I need your help on. Starting this Saturday, I'm adding a new Question and Answer segment to the fic. Where are these questions coming from? You, the readers! That's right, each week, I'll be taking new questions from you guys who read this. However, I will require two things: One, the you may only ask one question a week. Two, I will only except the first five questions posted. Any after that will either be gotten rid of, or moved on to the next week.

    Now, for this week's Q&A, I have a specific theme. Mewtwo and Deoxys from Ysavvryl's fic The Ballad of Deoxys and Mewtwo will be guest stars. Therefore, this week's questions should be directed to Deoxys and Mewtwo. Does everybody got it?
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    my question: why did you two decide to blow up the Cerulean Gym at the end? why not Viridian? that way you could have irritated Giovanni even more!
    (and the S.A. joke wasn't even funny! i mean, come on. it's not very exiting, let me tell you that.)
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    Quote Originally Posted by scizorstrike View Post
    my question: why did you two decide to blow up the Cerulean Gym at the end? why not Viridian? that way you could have irritated Giovanni even more!
    (and the S.A. joke wasn't even funny! i mean, come on. it's not very exiting, let me tell you that.)
    Alright, question accepted. Actually, I'd been wondering about that myself! It's strange for Mewtwo to pass up a chance to tick off Giovanni...

    And seriously, I'm sorry about the S.A. comment. I didn't mean to offend with it, and I wasn't making fun of them. Like I said, I just needed an army of some kind for Skuntank to have been in, besides the military kind. S.A. was just the first that came to my mind. And if I ever make a comment about it again, I'll happily accept a present from you. And as for specifics...I'll take the kind with the five-second timer.
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    Ah. Question? Well, let's see. Which ones didn't I use in the thread... hmmm... ah, here's one!

    Mewtwo, how much do you plan to kill the human race? Do you intend to make them go extinct, or will there still be humans left at the end of it? Because I'm going into hiding. I don't want to die!
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    Quote Originally Posted by mattman324 View Post
    Ah. Question? Well, let's see. Which ones didn't I use in the thread... hmmm... ah, here's one!

    Mewtwo, how much do you plan to kill the human race? Do you intend to make them go extinct, or will there still be humans left at the end of it? Because I'm going into hiding. I don't want to die!
    Yet another good question! I'm sure Mewtwo will have a logical, but probably unmerciful, answer.
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    I added a Behind-the-Scenes segment at the end of the first chapter, in which Munchlax and his clones sing Ode to Joy. I hope you all enjoy it!
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    Quote Originally Posted by GalladeRocks View Post
    And as for specifics...I'll take the kind with the five-second timer.
    Why? because they'll explode before you get them? (grins)
    looking forward to tomorrow's episode BTW.
    EDIT: if it happens...
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    Okay, time for Chapter 2! This chapter guest stars Mewtwo, Deoxys, and Nancy the Naughty Banette from Ysavvryl's fic The Ballad of Deoxys and Mewtwo. I highly suggest that you read it, as it is one of my favorite fics.


    Episode 2: Star Tours

    This is what we call our Pokemon Show!

    As the singing finished up, the giant Pokemon Show sign slowly lowered down from the ceiling. After a little bit of a struggle, Poliwhirl suddenly popped up in the middle of the "O" in "Show". He waved to the crowd, then pulled out a large drumstick. He swung it hard upwards, bringing it into contact with the second "O" in "Pokemon". The beat echoed throughout the theater for a long moment. Then, it was completely obliterated by the sound of an explosion as Poliwhirl's drumstick burst into flame.

    Piplup could hardly watch as Poliwhirl desperately tried to extinguish the flames. The poor Pokemon was in such a panic that he apparently hadn't even thought to use Water Gun on the fire. Sighing, Piplup climbed off the podium in the middle of the stage. "Come on, guys," he called back to Chimchar and Mew. They hurried to follow him backstage as the curtain closed over the sorry scene. They were all aware of Skuntank and Dusknoir's hysterical laughter from their balcony above the stage.

    Once the curtain was shut, the staff and crew immediately went to work organizing the stage for the first act. A small set which seemed to be a kitchen was wheeled out to the center of the floor, complete with oven, fridge, and a rack holding a large collection of butcher knives, chainsaws, and battle axes. Croagunk the Chef was finally getting his debut. Piplup feared for the lives of the theater patrons.

    He turned and walked down the stairs into the meeting room. Many of the other Pokemon were already down there, waiting for the arrival of their director. "Ok, everybody," Piplup announced as he hurried to address his employees. "Here's tonight's schedule. First up, we have Croagunk's cooking segment."

    "Meatballs a cookin'!" the chef croaked excitedly.

    "Yeah. Whatever," Piplup continued. "After that, we'll have Poliwhirl's stunt act, if he ever gets the flaming drumstick put out. Then, Chatot will address the audience on...what are you addressing them on?"

    Chatot stepped proudly to the front of the actors. "Something never before seen in the world of theater! Pride in one's country!"

    "Enthralling," Piplup sighed. "Then, we'll feature today's guest stars. Speaking of which, where are they?"

    "Right here."

    Piplup yelped in surprise and whirled around. Behind him stood two of the strangest Pokemon he'd ever seen. One of them was orange and looked like some kind of Picasso painting come to life. It looked almost alien-like. The other one seemed to be a humanoid feline, or something like that.

    The feline one spoke again. His voice was icy cold and threatening. "Don't even think about calling me a feline."

    Piplup paled, making a mental note to guard his thoughts while this one was around. Then again, maybe a mental note wasn't the best idea in the presence of a mind-reader.

    The orange figure's demeanor was much cheerier and more carefree than his companions. He smiled and politely waved the whip-like appendages which made up his right arm. "Hi there! I'm Deoxys!"

    The other Pokemon were clearly startled by the appearance of these two strangers, but Piplup was already lightening up again. This Deoxys seemed friendly enough. "Welcome, Deoxys. Who's your friend?"

    "Mewtwo," the other Pokemon said plainly. "I suggest you remember my name."

    "Oh, pay him no mind!" Deoxys giggled. "He's just being a grump."

    "I see," Piplup grinned. "Are you two tonight's guest stars?"

    Mewtwo nodded. "That's us. We're here to enlighten the populous of the struggle we Pokemon are presenting to the humans."

    "And to implant subliminal messages within-"

    Mewtwo cut Deoxys off with a glare that would have withered even the most fearsome of enemies.

    Piplup frowned, deciding to ignore the unfinished comment. "Ok, sounds like it should be fun."

    "This won't be fun," Mewtwo interjected. "The prejudice with which the humans have discriminated us is no laughing matter. The Legendary War is being fought, and the word must be spread for Pokemon to rise up against their suppressors."

    "Alright, whatever way you want it," Piplup shrugged. "You two will also be the subjects of a short skit and a question-and-answer session. Is this agreeable?"

    "Yay!" Deoxys cheered. "A play! Can we do it, Mewtwo? Please?"

    Mewtwo sighed. "Yes, yes. Sometimes the mind will accept a message more easily when presented in a way that is appealing to it, rather than simply attempting to beat the information in."

    Deoxys cheered again. "Yay! Thank you, Father!"

    Chimchar snickered. Piplup looked amusedly at Mewtwo, who was blushing in embarrassment. "Adopted," he explained simply.

    Then, Deoxys noticed Mew floating at the front of the crowd of actors. "Hi Grandma!" he called.

    Mew teleported suddenly, reappearing in front of Deoxys. "Deoxys, we're in front of the other actors. You can't call me Grandma now, or it makes me seem old, okay?"

    "Well, you are old," Mewtwo argued. "You're the mother of all, the Pokemon from which all others are descended. You're nearly older than time itself."

    Mew scowled. "Well, that doesn't mean people have to view me as old."

    "Whatever," Mewtwo growled. He turned to Deoxys. "Come on, Deoxys, we've got some time to kill. We'd be foolish to waste it."

    "Alright," Deoxys nodded.

    Grovyle stepped up before the two guest stars. "Follow me," he explained. "I'll show you to your dressing room." Mewtwo nodded his acceptance and floated off after Grovyle. Deoxys turned and waved to Piplup as he followed the other two.

    Once they were gone, Piplup turned to Mew, an amused look in his eyes. "Grandma?"

    Mew blushed. "I have a life outside you and your adventures, you know!"

    Smiling, Piplup turned back to the rest of the actors. "Okay, Croagunk, you'd better get up on stage. Your show will be starting in just a few minutes."

    "Okey dokey!" the chef nodded, heading back up the stairs.

    Piplup scanned the rest of the crew, sensing that someone was missing. Finally, he realized who it was. "Hey, where's Snorunt?"

    As if on cue, there was a loud clatter from the stage. Piplup hurried up the stairs to see a large group of Snorunt hurrying away from Croagunk's kitchen set. The weaponry from the wall rack was scattered across the floor and the chef himself was hurling incomprehensible curses at the fleeing yellow swarm.

    "Snorunt!" Piplup screamed. A Snorunt with a director's cap perched precariously atop his pointed noggin stepped out of the crowd and approached Piplup.

    "Hiya, Piplup!" he called. "Have you seen Poliwhirl?"

    "I'm not worried about Poliwhirl right now!" Piplup growled. As Snorunt reached him, he was able to make out a sash wrapped across his chest. It read GUIDE in bold red lettering. "I'm worried about you!"

    "Oh, you don't have to worry about me. We just had a small incident with Croagunk's cutlery. I warned everybody not to touch the props, but did they listen? No! Somebody just had to go and touch the battle axe."

    Piplup sighed, gesturing to the swarm of Snorunt milling about, waiting for their apparent GUIDE to return. A few of them held up cameras and began snapping pictures of the props backstage. "I mean them! What are they doing here?"

    "Oh, them?" Snorunt said. "They're my tour group."

    "Why do you have a tour group?"

    "Well, our show got really high ratings after our pilot last week. So, I figured that we could make really big bucks if we opened up a backstage tour! Folks dig that kinda stuff!"

    Again, Piplup sighed. He could already sense disaster approaching. "Fine, whatever! Just keep them out of the way!"

    "Don't worry about it!" Snorunt assured. "You won't even know we're here!"

    There was a loud crash and a scream. Piplup turned to see that one of the Snorunt had fallen down the stairs. The others stepped away, whistling inconspicuously. "Yeah. I won't even know they're here."

    *****

    "Ok, ladies and gentlemen!" Piplup announced as he stepped out between the curtains. "We're starting off with a new act today that I'm sure you'll all love!"

    "Love is a mighty strong word! But then again, it couldn't be any worse than the other acts we've seen!"

    Piplup looked up to the balcony. He could see Dusknoir laughing hysterically from his chair, but the Pokemon in the seat next to him was most definitely not Skuntank. It had a toothy golden smile and looked like it had pigtails. "Hey Dusknoir!" Chimchar called, poking his head out through the curtain. "Who's that poor sap you fooled into bringing here?"

    "First of all," Dusknoir began. "You're supposed to leave making fun of your show to me. It's not much fun watching you heckle yourself."

    "I did?" Chimchar frowned, looking to Piplup.

    "Idiot," the Penguin Pokemon said under his breath.

    Dusknoir continued. "And to answer your question, this is my new girlfriend, Banette!"

    "Happy to heckle you!" Banette called down.

    "Great," Piplup grumbled. "All we needed was another one of them in the balcony."

    "I'm outta here!" Chimchar squeaked, disappearing backstage.

    "Back to business!" Piplup continued. "Our first act, Chef Croagunk!" He rushed backstage after Chimchar as the curtains swung open.

    Croagunk stood behind the counter in the kitchen set. A tall white chef's hat sat upon his head. He was singing incomprehensibly to himself as he toiled about the kitchen, setting out plates, checking the oven, and searching through the drawers. Finally, he looked up from his work and noticed the audience. "Ooh!" he greeted. "Helloo, everyboody!" He turned back to the oven, opened the door, and returned to the counter with a platter covered in sticky brown clumps of...something. "Toonight, we're cookin' the meatballs!" He plucked one of the blobs off of the plate and took a bite of it. "Yuumy yuumy! But are they booncy?"

    "Banette, dear, do you have any idea what that chef is saying?" Dusknoir inquired.

    "Why, of course!" she answered, smiling cruelly. "I speak fluent Dork, Geek, and Fruitcake!"

    Croagunk glared up at the balcony. "Soo, you doon't like the cookin'?" He picked up a meatball in each hand. "I'll shoow you the booncy!" He hurled both meatballs at the floor. They made contact with a sickening splat, but immediately launched upward again, bouncing as though they were made of rubber. Croagunk kept hurling more and more meatballs until the platter on the counter was empty of them.

    "Take cover!" somebody in the crowd screamed. Meatballs were shooting all over the theater and it was all that the viewers could do to avoid the meaty missiles.

    Before long, one of the meatballs had charted its course towards the balcony. Banette jumped onto the railing. "Bring 'em on!" she whooped. As the meatball reached her, she swung her arm like a tennis raquet, making solid contact with the meatball. It fired back at Croagunk, knocking the chef's hat off of his head.

    The process continued everytime a meatball reached the balcony until Croagunk lay stunned on the floor, beaten down by his own gourmet cooking. "Ooh noo," he moaned. He managed to lift his arm far enough into the air to wave his hat in surrender.

    Suddenly, Snorunt and the tour group marched onto the stage. "And to your left you'll see the set used for the kitchen of Chef Croagunk. It's world famous for the fact that no matter how many times it gets destroyed, the kitchen crew manages to get it cleaned up again in a matter of minutes."

    "Hey! What's going on down there?" Dusknor called.

    "I'm leading a tour, if you don't mind!" Snorunt screamed back.

    Banette cackled. "A tour, eh? I'd give you my two cents about, if it were actually worth spending them on!"

    Dusknoir turned to his girlfriend. "Have I told you yet that you're the perfect woman?"

    Piplup and Grovyle hurried onto the stage, quickly ushering Croagunk and the tour group backstage as the curtain closed. As he ran, Piplup called out from behind the curtain. "And now, our next act, Poliwhirl the Prodigious!"

    Poliwhirl rushed onstage and bowed to the audience. "Greetings, everybody!"

    "They're sure moving things along quickly tonight," Dusknoir commented.

    "Yeah!" Banette agreed. "Someone must have told them that it's harder to hit a moving target!"

    Poliwhirl continued on, unperturbed. "For tonight's act, I will be practicing the ancient art of knife-throwing!" Immediately, the entire audience hid beneath their seats.

    The curtains parted, revealing an enormous wheel. Deoxys was strapped to it by his arms, legs, and abdomen. "Hi everybody!" he called happily.

    "I will be hurling knives at our guest star, Deoxys," Poliwhirl continued. "And I will show you the great skill which is required in such a dangerous act as this." He held one hand upward, revealing the cluster of knives he was clutching. "Now, ladies and gentlemen, do not try this at home. Remember that I am a trained professional." As he said this, he flung his arms up above his head. A knife flew from his grip and launched upward.

    Thwang!

    When the crowd finally looked up from their sheltered seats, they saw the knife embedded in the side of the balcony. Dusknoir and Banette leaned over the railing and glared down at Poliwhirl. "What are you doing?" Dusknoir bellowed. "Are you trying to kill us?"

    "What are you complaining about?" Banette questioned. "He'd be doing us a favor!"

    Deoxys paled significantly. "Um, Poliwhirl, I'm not sure about this anymore!"

    "Relax!" Poliwhirl assured. "Remember, I'm a trained professional!" Another knife sailed into the crowd, missing Celebi's head by mere inches.

    "Maniac!" she screamed.

    Deoxys squinted, finally making out Celebi's shape. "Oh, hi Celebi! Are you over your weed problem yet?"

    Celebi's already rosy cheeks turned an even darker shade of pink. "Shut up!" With that, she vanished from sight, disappearing into the time stream.

    "I think you struck a nerve there," Poliwhirl commented, raising his arms. Yet another knife flew upward, sticking into the railing directly in front of Dusknoir's face.

    "You almost struck a nerve up here, too!" he called.

    Piplup hurried onto the stage. "Poliwhirl, I'm sorry, but the other actors have petitioned to keep all sharp and potentially harmful objects out of your possession. We're cutting your act short."

    "That's good!" Banette cackled. "Much longer and he would have cut some of us short!"

    Poliwhirl shuffled dejectedly off of the stage as Piplup and Grovyle helped Deoxys down from the wheel he was attached to. Immediately, it began to roll away, pulled by some overzealous members of the Snorunt tour group. "Souvenir!" one of them explained.

    "Next up!" Piplup introduced. "Chatot!"

    Another curtain swung open, revealing Chatot standing at center-stage. He was facing away from the audience, apparently having a conversation with somebody off-stage. "World-Wide Web?" he muttered. "Is there a way we could only put this on the American part?"

    Somebody in the crowd cleared their throat. Chatot whirled around suddenly. "Oh! Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!" He bowed hurriedly. "Tonight, I will be presenting to you something never before seen in our show!"

    "Entertainment?" Dusknoir questioned.

    "Yes," Chatot nodded. "Er, I mean no! What I'm referring to is culture!" He struck pose akin to a free-soaring eagle. "Morality!" He turned to the crowd and spread his wings even wider. "And..." He paused dramatically. "Patriotism!"

    He was booed off the stage in an instant.

    *****

    "Tough break, Chatot," Piplup patted him on the back as the dejected Pokemon hopped backstage. "Don't worry, you'll get 'em someday."

    "Yes, that's right!" Chatot nodded, brightening up slightly. "They cannot be heathen-minded forever, after all!"

    Mewtwo and Deoxys suddenly appeared directly in front of Piplup, forcing a startled yelp from him. "Aiih!"

    "It's time," Mewtwo stated.

    Piplup nodded, regaining his composure. "Yep, it is. Take the stage!"

    *****

    "Salutations," Mewtwo greeted as he teleported onto the stage, with Deoxys only a second behind him. The entire crowd shrieked in response to the sudden appearance of the guest stars.

    "Hi everyone!" Deoxys waved cheerily. "We're here to tell you a story!"

    Mewtwo glared at him. "No, Deoxys, not a story. We are here to teach people of the evils of humans and the powers of science."

    "In the form of a story," Deoxys added.

    "Whatever you please to call it," Mewtwo shrugged. "Just go with it."

    "Yay!" Deoxys beamed. Then, the lights went dark.

    When they came back on, Mewtwo was pacing the stage. Deoxys was looking at him inquisitively. "Gee, Mewtwo, what are we going to do tonight?"

    "They same thing we do every night, Deoxys," Mewtwo answered. "Try to take over the world!"

    "Not violently, I hope," Deoxys frowned.

    Mewtwo shrugged. "If necessary. But sometimes, psychological warfare is the most effective."

    "That sounds a little better."

    "Yes. And today, science will aid us in our quest!" Mewtwo teleported off of the stage, then reappeared a moment later with a test tube in his hand. It was filled with a strange yellow liquid.

    "What's that?" Deoxys inquired.

    Mewtwo grinned. "This? This is a potion I have devised. It will make me completely enthralling, so that everyone I speak to will have to listen to me!"

    "What's the good in that?"

    "When everybody listens to me, they will be much more likely to go along with what I say. With such a mass hypnosis, the entire population of humans shall fall under my control!" With that, Mewtwo lifted the beaker to his lips.

    Deoxys's eyes opened wide. "Mewtwo, wait!"

    But it was too late. Mewtwo drank deeply, swallowing the contents of the beaker in a single gulp. There was a flash of light and a poof of smoke, and Mewtwo was gone. In his place was a wheel of Swiss cheese, with eyes sitting on top of it. "What the-" The eyes looked up at Deoxys accusingly. "What happened?"

    "I tried to warn you," Deoxys shrank back. "I didn't think that the potion you had looked realistic enough, so I switched it out for a mixture that Mr. Lucario made."

    "If I weren't a large head of cheese, I would hurt you."

    Piplup rushed onto the stage and picked up Mewtwo the Cheese Wheel. "Oh, Mewtwo, I'm so sorry!" He hurried back off-stage, desperate to find Lucario. "Don't worry, I'm sure Lucario has an antidote."

    Deoxys was left alone on stage, staring after Piplup in embarrassment.

    "Well, that wasn't cheesy at all!" Dusknoir scoffed.

    "No, but that was!" Banette cackled.

    Deoxys looked up in surprise. "Hey, I know that voice!"

    Dusknoir turned to Banette. "Does he mean you, Banette?"

    "Aha!" Deoxys snapped the fingers on his left hand. "I knew it! You're Nancy the Naughty Banette!"

    "Uh oh," Banette frowned. She quickly dove out of the balcony, floating to the floor far below. "I'm discovered!"

    "It's her!" Sheriff Magnezone cried from the back of the theater. "Nancy the Banette! She's wanted for multiple accounts of public intoxication!"

    Nancy's eyes became panic-stricken. "You'll never take me alive, coppers!" She sprinted for the exit. Magnezone and the Magnemite officers were right behind her. There was quite a bit of jostling in the crowd, but before long Nancy was at the exit. "I'm in the clear!"

    Suddenly, there was a crash as Magnezone slammed into the floor in front of Nancy, knocking her back. "I don't think so! Cuff her, boys!" Immediately, the Magnemite were beside her.

    "Aw, nuts!" she grumbled. She looked back up at the balcony. "So long, Dusknoir, dear! I'll see ya if you ever commit a federal offense!"

    Dusknoir merely sat in his seat, mouth agape. "I'm gonna be honest. I did not see that coming."

    Skuntank slowly rose up from the floor, yawning. "Hurnh. What?"

    "Skuntank, you fool, you slept through the show!"

    "Who's the fool?" Skuntank grinned. "You watched it!"

    Chimchar stepped onto the stage, joining the lone Deoxys. "I'm sorry for the delay, everybody. Piplup's busy trying to find an antidote for Mewtwo. As for right now, though, I'll be hosting the Question-and-Answer session with Deoxys."

    "Sounds fun!" Deoxys grinned. "What's my first question?"

    "Ok, first up is: Why did you and Mewtwo blow up the Cerulean City Gym at the end of your story? Why didn't you blow up the Viridian City Gym to tick off Giovanni?"

    "That's actually fairly simple. Giovanni used to be the Viridian City Gym Leader, but he abandoned his post to focus on Team Rocket's exploits more fully. As for why we targeted Cerulean City...I asked my Magic-8 Ball."

    "Well, that's...a little odd. Ok, next question: Do you and Mewtwo intend to exterminate the human race?"

    "Oh no, we'd never do that. Mewtwo prefers to have control over the humans, not destroy them. And anyway, I wouldn't let him kill them if he wanted to. That would be too violent."

    "Alright, that makes sense. So you don't like violence?"

    "I'm the Guardian Angel. I don't think I'm meant to."

    "Ok, whatever that means. Now, for our last question: Do you remember much about being a virus?"

    "Oh, nothing at all, really. Viruses don't have very much brain, you know. Not much of a mental capacity of any kind."

    "I'll bet that was boring."

    "You have no idea."

    Mewtwo, his old self again, suddenly reappeared on the stage next to Deoxys. "Ok, Deoxys, I've had quite enough for one day. Let's get out of here."

    "Aw!" Deoxys whined. "But things are just starting to get fun!"

    Piplup stepped back on-stage now. "Don't worry, Deoxys. You're welcome back here anytime you want!"

    "Really?"

    "Yep! I'm sure everybody would be happy to have you back!"

    "We wouldn't!" Skuntank and Dusknoir screamed.

    "Oh, alright," Deoxys nodded. He turned to Mewtwo. "Let's go."

    Mewtwo nodded. "Farewell, fellow Pokemon. I hope we have left an impact on you tonight."

    "If you hadn't, somebody else would have!" Skuntank called.

    "Literally!" Dusknoir added.

    "Bye bye!" Deoxys called. Then, he and Mewtwo teleported away and were gone.

    Piplup turned out to the crowd. "Well, ladies and gentlemen, that ends our show for tonight! We hope you'll come back next week for-" He was interrupted by a camera flash.

    "And now, you will see Piplup, the director of The Pokemon Show," Snorunt explained, leading the tour group back onto the stage.

    "Oooh!" A few more of the Snorunt stopped to snap photos.

    Piplup sighed. "Snorunt, please don't-"

    "Wait!" Snorunt held up his hand. "Hold that pose, this is a great photo op for the tour!"

    Suddenly, Mewtwo reappeared, looming above Snorunt. "I'd listen to him if I were you," he snarled, his voice dripping with ice.

    "Ladies and gentlemen, this marks the end of our tour!" Snorunt spoke hurriedly, gesturing to the side. "Please exit stage left, gather all your belongings, and leave! Now!" The tour glanced up at Mewtwo, and received a murderous glare. That was enough to convince them to get moving. They rushed away as quickly as their tiny Snorunt feet could carry them.

    "Thanks for that!" Piplup beamed.

    Mewtwo disappeared again, but his parting words hung in the air. "Don't mention it."


    BEHIND-THE-SCENES: The Snorunt tour group visits the gift shop.

    "Mommy, Mommy, can I get this stuffed Piplup?"

    "Hey, look! There's a joke book written by Chimchar!"

    "That's great! We've been running low on campfire fuel!"

    "It's the Poliwhirl the Prodigious Action Figure! Sweet!"

    "Wow, they've got an autographed pair of Primeape's drumsticks! The writing's almost legible!"

    "Croagunk's Cookbook: How to Be a Chef (And Speak Croagunk)."

    "Ooh, it's Lucario's official chemistry set!"

    "Do you think it's got the head-of-cheese potion included?"

    "Hey, guys, come look at this! They've got a DVD!"

    "Cool! Are we on it?"

    "I don't think so. It's called From the Balcony: Lessons on Heckling."

    "Meh, still sounds good! Let's get it!"


    BEHIND-THE-SCENES (Part 2): Mewtwo and Deoxys's Words of Wisdom

    Deoxys: Remember, readers, we are trained professionals. Do not attempt any of the stunts performed on this show or in The Ballad of Deoxys and Mewtwo.

    Mewtwo: (Incomprehensible mumbling)

    Deoxys: Oh, right. Avoid poison sumac, too.

    Mewtwo: I'm Mewtwo, and I approve of this message. Also, there are no subliminal messages hidden within this episode with the intention of rallying the masses to world domination.

    Deoxys: Um, Mewtwo?

    Mewtwo: Shut up.


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    Very good, again! I think that there were some minor spelling mistakes. I'll look over it again later though. It was pretty funny, especially Deoxys. Can't wait for more!

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    funny, and (if possible) better than the last one. absolutely jaw-droppingly, gob-smackingly, stupilously (whatever that means) brilliant! and now, the the irritating process of waiting for the next show, of both this, and explorers of the Core.
    (and i wonder what Mewtwo looks like as a cheese wheel. if he looks like what i think he looks like, that would be absolutely hilarious)
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    Sorry for being late.

    Anyway, this kind of confusion is what I like.
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