Speak
I wrote this for the Meowth theme.
What you see that you may think are spelling errors is actually me writing and trying to capture that beloved Brooklyn accent that Maddie Blaustein gave Meowth. I mean, she is the whole reason behind the theme right now.
I don't know if you guys will like it or not, but it made me feel a whole heck of a lot better writing it.
46. Speak
All da time I t’ink about it. It really is strange for me, a pokemon, a Meowt’, to be able ta talk like a human. Of course, bein’ around Jessie and James all da time, I forget how unique I really am. It’s normal ta dem, to hear me talkin’ like dis. Sometimes I wonda how strange it must be for dem to hear a normal Meowt’, sayin’ it’s name and nuttin’ more. Da twoips don’t really seem to care, neitha, on account of us runnin’ into each udda so often.
But den, dere’s always dem circumstances where I’d run inta somebody who’d neva seen a talkin’ Meowt’ before, like dat time we followed da twoips to da Orange Islands, and dat new twoip went absolutely nuts ova me just ‘cause I could talk. It’s times like dose dat keep me awake on nights like ta-night, lookin’ up at dat moon and t’inkin about life. I wonda if I’m da only pokemon dat does dis so often, but den again, I’ve always known I ain’t no normal Meowt’.
Dere was one time dat keeps comin’ back…dis one time dat made me know how special it is, my talkin’. I ain’t gonna try and explain how it happened, because all I know is dat dere’s a bunch of secret Team Rocket stuff dat was goin’ on at dat island before I knowed what was goin’ on myself. What happened, doh, was dat I was cloned. Like I said, secret Team Rocket stuff, but it was me and da twoip’s Pikachu, we had doubles, and dere were a whole bunch of udda pokemon dat I’m pretty sure was clones, too. Dey were just like us! Except for one t’ing.
Dis Meowt’…was me. We was one in da same, except dat dis Meowt’ couldn’t talk human like I could. I always, always wonda about dat…if we was supposed ta be clones, wit da same ga-netical make up and all dat, even den when I meet an exact copy of myself, I’m still da only one dat can talk. Sure, dere’s udda pokemon out dere who can talk like a human. Take Chatot, fer instance. But still, dat ain’t da same, cause dat Chatot was born wit da ability to repeat stuff it hears.
Ya might t’ink dat dis would bodda me, bein’ one of a kind and such. Ya might t’ink it would make me lonely all da time, depressed, even. But dat couldn’t be more wrong.
It makes me happy.
I’m sittin’ here smilin’, lookin’ up at dat big blue moon and t’inkin, gee, what a woild! What a place! A little Meowt’ like me can defy da odds and loin da un-loinable! It ain’t been all glamorous; I been called a freak, I been stared at, chased, mocked by my fellow pokemon, but it don’t bodda me one bit no more. I got Jessie, I got James, I got Team Rocket.
I can be myself! An’ you know what?
Dere ain’t nuttin’ more important dan dat.
Miss you, Maddie.
What you see that you may think are spelling errors is actually me writing and trying to capture that beloved Brooklyn accent that Maddie Blaustein gave Meowth. I mean, she is the whole reason behind the theme right now.
I don't know if you guys will like it or not, but it made me feel a whole heck of a lot better writing it.
46. Speak
All da time I t’ink about it. It really is strange for me, a pokemon, a Meowt’, to be able ta talk like a human. Of course, bein’ around Jessie and James all da time, I forget how unique I really am. It’s normal ta dem, to hear me talkin’ like dis. Sometimes I wonda how strange it must be for dem to hear a normal Meowt’, sayin’ it’s name and nuttin’ more. Da twoips don’t really seem to care, neitha, on account of us runnin’ into each udda so often.
But den, dere’s always dem circumstances where I’d run inta somebody who’d neva seen a talkin’ Meowt’ before, like dat time we followed da twoips to da Orange Islands, and dat new twoip went absolutely nuts ova me just ‘cause I could talk. It’s times like dose dat keep me awake on nights like ta-night, lookin’ up at dat moon and t’inkin about life. I wonda if I’m da only pokemon dat does dis so often, but den again, I’ve always known I ain’t no normal Meowt’.
Dere was one time dat keeps comin’ back…dis one time dat made me know how special it is, my talkin’. I ain’t gonna try and explain how it happened, because all I know is dat dere’s a bunch of secret Team Rocket stuff dat was goin’ on at dat island before I knowed what was goin’ on myself. What happened, doh, was dat I was cloned. Like I said, secret Team Rocket stuff, but it was me and da twoip’s Pikachu, we had doubles, and dere were a whole bunch of udda pokemon dat I’m pretty sure was clones, too. Dey were just like us! Except for one t’ing.
Dis Meowt’…was me. We was one in da same, except dat dis Meowt’ couldn’t talk human like I could. I always, always wonda about dat…if we was supposed ta be clones, wit da same ga-netical make up and all dat, even den when I meet an exact copy of myself, I’m still da only one dat can talk. Sure, dere’s udda pokemon out dere who can talk like a human. Take Chatot, fer instance. But still, dat ain’t da same, cause dat Chatot was born wit da ability to repeat stuff it hears.
Ya might t’ink dat dis would bodda me, bein’ one of a kind and such. Ya might t’ink it would make me lonely all da time, depressed, even. But dat couldn’t be more wrong.
It makes me happy.
I’m sittin’ here smilin’, lookin’ up at dat big blue moon and t’inkin, gee, what a woild! What a place! A little Meowt’ like me can defy da odds and loin da un-loinable! It ain’t been all glamorous; I been called a freak, I been stared at, chased, mocked by my fellow pokemon, but it don’t bodda me one bit no more. I got Jessie, I got James, I got Team Rocket.
I can be myself! An’ you know what?
Dere ain’t nuttin’ more important dan dat.
Miss you, Maddie.