The sun sets over a forest, bathing it in a warm orange glow. In a small clearing, Ash Ketchum shouts tunelessly, "I WANNA BE THE VERY BEST, LIKE NO ONE EVER WAS!"
Misty and the thick guy roll their eyes. So do Meowth and the two other ineffectual baddies, who are all lurking somewhere in the bushes.
"TO CATCH THEM IS MY REAL QUEST," Ash barrels on. "TO TRAIN THEM IS MY -- what is it, Pikachu?"
Pikachu tries to point out that he's not quite sure if three reckless kids should be spending the night in a forest without food or a tent and really, where the hell are their parents? But all that comes out is an adorable squeak.
Ash grins down at him. "Yes, yes, pika, pika. Now where was I?"
He continues hollering to no one in particular. Meanwhile, all around them in the forest, over 9000 new types of Pokemon are created and no one can keep track anymore. And then the episode ends and nothing has happened.
"There should be a plot there somewhere, though," says a young Nintendo exec to his boss. He switches off the TV and frowns thoughtfully. "Right?"
His boss shrugs and looks pointedly at the photocopier room across the hallway, where a veritable mountain of cash has buried several hapless employees. "Nah," he says nonchalantly, lighting a couple of $100 bills on fire just for effect, "I think we're doing all right."
Misty and the thick guy roll their eyes. So do Meowth and the two other ineffectual baddies, who are all lurking somewhere in the bushes.
"TO CATCH THEM IS MY REAL QUEST," Ash barrels on. "TO TRAIN THEM IS MY -- what is it, Pikachu?"
Pikachu tries to point out that he's not quite sure if three reckless kids should be spending the night in a forest without food or a tent and really, where the hell are their parents? But all that comes out is an adorable squeak.
Ash grins down at him. "Yes, yes, pika, pika. Now where was I?"
He continues hollering to no one in particular. Meanwhile, all around them in the forest, over 9000 new types of Pokemon are created and no one can keep track anymore. And then the episode ends and nothing has happened.
"There should be a plot there somewhere, though," says a young Nintendo exec to his boss. He switches off the TV and frowns thoughtfully. "Right?"
His boss shrugs and looks pointedly at the photocopier room across the hallway, where a veritable mountain of cash has buried several hapless employees. "Nah," he says nonchalantly, lighting a couple of $100 bills on fire just for effect, "I think we're doing all right."
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A productive use of my time? I think so.
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