Big 'un this time...
PMC counts, right? Because they're in here...
10. Water
It didn't take long for Meowth to regret his idea.
"No, no, I meant one of youse dresses up like a Magikarp... not me!" he protested, staring in horror at the Meowth-sized Magikarp suit that had been made for him.
"We had a talk about this, and we decided given you're closest in size to a Magikarp, it'd be best if you went. Now, don't you just feel special, Meowth?" Jessie asked, in her typical mock-enthusiastic way.
"No, 'cause I ain't a Water-type! I hate water, in case ya missed da memo!" he protested, as the other two tried to get the squirming cat into the suit.
"But you're a Magikarp now, Meowth. Just think like a Magikarp and it won't even be a problem," James explained, trying to dodge Meowth's long claws.
"Think like a-?" Before Meowth could finish protesting, he was thrown into the water. It's always me with the costumes, he thought. This was getting very old.
87. Word
In all fairness, it was done quickly. From the roof, the sniper could view the heated firefight going on below, just long enough to identify his target, take aim... and fire. The victim fell to the ground as soon as he was hit...
As the words "You lose" flashed across Buson's screen, Sebastian threw his controller down triumphantly. "That's the second round I've beat you, Buson. I believe I just possessed you." Buson stared at Sebastian, puzzled. It was shocking enough that just minutes after teaching him how to play Halo, the professor was mopping the floor with him already... but was he really making an attempt at... leetspeak? He forced himself to restrain a laugh. "What? You don't believe me, Buson? If I'm not mistaken, that's your corpse right there on the screen..."
"Um, sir, the word is 'owned'," Buson explained. "Not 'possessed.'"
"Oh? Well, they mean the same thing... Another game?" Sebastian was starting to like this game.
14. Tale
And with that, the princess and knight rode off into the sunset, their love burning hotter than the fire of any dragon...
"So, what did you think? Was it any good?" Sebastian looked expectantly at Giovanni, who'd just finished reading the manuscript of the professor's romantic fantasy novel.
"It was contrived, ridden with clichés, and I could see the ending coming from page two. In a word, Sebastian, utter trash."
Sebastian's face lit up. "Really?" he said, as though he had just been paid the ultimate compliment. "I'm glad you liked it."
The sarcasm seemed lost on Giovanni.
"That wasn't a compliment, you realize."
"Oh, but it was. I'm almost guaranteed to pick up a publisher now," Sebastian laughed. "The big romance labels eat this stuff up. So do the readers."
"You know, Sebastian, you're the last I'd expect to try and cash in on the ignorance of the general populace. But on the other hand, I'm honestly not the least bit surprised you'd try and pull such a stunt."
"You're just jealous you didn't come up with it first... A brilliant, accomplished businessman like yourself, forgetting the first rule: There's a sucker born every minute."
Giovanni wouldn't admit it, but Sebastian was absolutely right.
15. Candle
It was dark.
In retrospect, the two should have been more prepared. And Ken would admit, Mary did tell him he was going a bit heavy on the mech this time... she was right. And she didn't seem to want to let him forget it.
"I say bring a flashlight, you say nooo, we NEED this digging mech... and now we're in this power outage. Real brilliant, running that robot into a power line..."
"Will you shut up, Mary?" After what seemed like forever shuffling around in his bag, Ken had finally found a candle. "I've got us covered now." Pulling a lighter out of his pocket, he lit the wick of the candle. "Now let's get out of here," he said. As the two walked, Ken noticed the candle was a bit different than their typical ones.
"Hey Mary, where'd you find these red candles?"
"Red candles?"
"Yeah, I know you bought us candles last week... I just didn't know you could choose the colors now."
"What are you talking about, Ken, I never bought any red ones..." A sudden realization hit Mary like a brick.
"Ken, that's not a candle you've got lit there."
"What are you talking about, Mary, of course it- oh, crap." Ken noticed the candle also wasn't behaving like most of Mary's candles. The flame on the wick was flickering... and burning the wick fast.
"Ken, you moron, that's dynamite!" Mary seized the "candle" from Ken and threw it as far away from her as possible.
"Run!" she yelled, as the stick exploded in the distance.
16. Wanted
So this is what it had come to. Theft of police department property.
The young woman stared at the poster outside the Cerulean Police Department. It wasn't a very ladylike thing to do, she'd admit, being out here this late at night, wearing... pants, but if that's what it took...
Glancing to either side of her, she pulled a razor out of her pocket and slashed the tape holding the poster in place. The poster floated to the ground silently. As fast as she could, the girl picked the poster up off the floor and rolled it up, fleeing to the car that waited outside for her getaway.
Once she was safely back home, Jessiebell sat on her bed and took out her prize. Maybe it was just a Wanted poster... but if James wouldn't send her any new pictures, it seemed the best she could do.
10. Water
It didn't take long for Meowth to regret his idea.
"No, no, I meant one of youse dresses up like a Magikarp... not me!" he protested, staring in horror at the Meowth-sized Magikarp suit that had been made for him.
"We had a talk about this, and we decided given you're closest in size to a Magikarp, it'd be best if you went. Now, don't you just feel special, Meowth?" Jessie asked, in her typical mock-enthusiastic way.
"No, 'cause I ain't a Water-type! I hate water, in case ya missed da memo!" he protested, as the other two tried to get the squirming cat into the suit.
"But you're a Magikarp now, Meowth. Just think like a Magikarp and it won't even be a problem," James explained, trying to dodge Meowth's long claws.
"Think like a-?" Before Meowth could finish protesting, he was thrown into the water. It's always me with the costumes, he thought. This was getting very old.
87. Word
In all fairness, it was done quickly. From the roof, the sniper could view the heated firefight going on below, just long enough to identify his target, take aim... and fire. The victim fell to the ground as soon as he was hit...
As the words "You lose" flashed across Buson's screen, Sebastian threw his controller down triumphantly. "That's the second round I've beat you, Buson. I believe I just possessed you." Buson stared at Sebastian, puzzled. It was shocking enough that just minutes after teaching him how to play Halo, the professor was mopping the floor with him already... but was he really making an attempt at... leetspeak? He forced himself to restrain a laugh. "What? You don't believe me, Buson? If I'm not mistaken, that's your corpse right there on the screen..."
"Um, sir, the word is 'owned'," Buson explained. "Not 'possessed.'"
"Oh? Well, they mean the same thing... Another game?" Sebastian was starting to like this game.
14. Tale
And with that, the princess and knight rode off into the sunset, their love burning hotter than the fire of any dragon...
"So, what did you think? Was it any good?" Sebastian looked expectantly at Giovanni, who'd just finished reading the manuscript of the professor's romantic fantasy novel.
"It was contrived, ridden with clichés, and I could see the ending coming from page two. In a word, Sebastian, utter trash."
Sebastian's face lit up. "Really?" he said, as though he had just been paid the ultimate compliment. "I'm glad you liked it."
The sarcasm seemed lost on Giovanni.
"That wasn't a compliment, you realize."
"Oh, but it was. I'm almost guaranteed to pick up a publisher now," Sebastian laughed. "The big romance labels eat this stuff up. So do the readers."
"You know, Sebastian, you're the last I'd expect to try and cash in on the ignorance of the general populace. But on the other hand, I'm honestly not the least bit surprised you'd try and pull such a stunt."
"You're just jealous you didn't come up with it first... A brilliant, accomplished businessman like yourself, forgetting the first rule: There's a sucker born every minute."
Giovanni wouldn't admit it, but Sebastian was absolutely right.
15. Candle
It was dark.
In retrospect, the two should have been more prepared. And Ken would admit, Mary did tell him he was going a bit heavy on the mech this time... she was right. And she didn't seem to want to let him forget it.
"I say bring a flashlight, you say nooo, we NEED this digging mech... and now we're in this power outage. Real brilliant, running that robot into a power line..."
"Will you shut up, Mary?" After what seemed like forever shuffling around in his bag, Ken had finally found a candle. "I've got us covered now." Pulling a lighter out of his pocket, he lit the wick of the candle. "Now let's get out of here," he said. As the two walked, Ken noticed the candle was a bit different than their typical ones.
"Hey Mary, where'd you find these red candles?"
"Red candles?"
"Yeah, I know you bought us candles last week... I just didn't know you could choose the colors now."
"What are you talking about, Ken, I never bought any red ones..." A sudden realization hit Mary like a brick.
"Ken, that's not a candle you've got lit there."
"What are you talking about, Mary, of course it- oh, crap." Ken noticed the candle also wasn't behaving like most of Mary's candles. The flame on the wick was flickering... and burning the wick fast.
"Ken, you moron, that's dynamite!" Mary seized the "candle" from Ken and threw it as far away from her as possible.
"Run!" she yelled, as the stick exploded in the distance.
16. Wanted
So this is what it had come to. Theft of police department property.
The young woman stared at the poster outside the Cerulean Police Department. It wasn't a very ladylike thing to do, she'd admit, being out here this late at night, wearing... pants, but if that's what it took...
Glancing to either side of her, she pulled a razor out of her pocket and slashed the tape holding the poster in place. The poster floated to the ground silently. As fast as she could, the girl picked the poster up off the floor and rolled it up, fleeing to the car that waited outside for her getaway.
Once she was safely back home, Jessiebell sat on her bed and took out her prize. Maybe it was just a Wanted poster... but if James wouldn't send her any new pictures, it seemed the best she could do.