A petite Meowth walked by the group with large
tears rolling
down its face.
"What's the matter dude?" asked Score.
"Haven't ya heard? Pokestock is cancelled. I'm out of a
job,"
sobbed the Meowth.
"WHAT!? Well that's just freaking great!" yelled Score,
"Somehow we feel personally responsible for the imminent
failure of
this wonderful event."
"Could ya spare some change," asked the Meowth.
"Stay here little guy!" said Score, "Pokestock is
back on!"
Score leap up to the building Senor Ninetails had come over.
He landed with a thump on the roof and ran a few hundred feet
before
launching himself off the edge of the building. Screams echoed
through
the street as people saw Score leap from above. The street
cleared and
a clear path down the middle of the street was formed. Score
charged
down the street, vaulting fallen shopping carts and various cars.
Dark
blue sweat dripped down his face and burned his bright green,
owl-like
eyes.
Score got to the west exit of Celadon City to find a massive
collection of sullen rock bands.
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"Where's he going?" asked Jamie.
"I think Pokestock was going to be held in Pallet,"
replied
John, "Maybe we should help."
"What about these idiots?" Orion asked, gesturing
towards
Bonnie and Clyde, still in a heap on the ground.
"I still wanna challenge Erika," said Tiki, "Let's
get these
two to Officer Jenny and she can shove 'em in the slammer."
"Good idea," said Pipian, "There's no way we're
gonna catch
Score. Let's challenge Erika."
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Score walked up to a sad looking group he recognized as Korn.
He asked them where they were going. Another band walked up and
explained that they were going "anywhere but Pallet".
"Common everyone!" Score bellowed to the collection of
musicians, "Pokestock's being relocated to Celadon!"
"No kidding?" asked a roadie in a Limp Bizkit t-shirt.
"No kidding," Score assured the man, "The fury
will live on!"
"Bitchin!" came a collective shout of hundreds of
musicians.
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The remaining members of T.A.C. turned Bonnie and Clyde into
the police. "Thank you!" said Officer Jenny,
"We're grateful for your
help."
"No problem," said Tiki, "They're after this Eevee
for some
reason."
"Typical Team Rocket behaviour," said Jenny,
"Thanks again!"
The group walked out of the police station and saw a delicious
looking Italian restaurant. "Erika can wait!" yelled
Orion, "It's time
to eat!"
Jamie pulled open the door and the smell of meatballs, pasta,
and other delicious meals enveloped their noses. Tiki, John,
Orion,
Pipian, and Jamie seemed to drift over to an empty table where
they
quickly joined by Keri, wondering how human food would taste.
"What can I get for you today sir?" asked a waiter to
Orion.
"I'll have the Jumbo Spaghetti meal please!" said
Orion,
drooling.
"Yeh, we'll ALL have the Jumbo Spaghetti meal," agreed
Tiki.
Keri pawwed at Orion and yipped quietly.
"Oh, and our friend here will have some of your Super Duper
Special Pokemon Parmessan Meatball Platter Yum please," said
Orion.
"Sure thing," said the waiter, with a fake Italian
accent, "5
Jumbo Spaghettis and something special for the cute little
Eevee."
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Score was now at the head of a humongous parade of punk rock
bands, all smiles, with their tour buses in a wide convoy across
the
road. A string of police cards with flashing lights and sirens
blazing
swung in front of Score.
"What seems to be the problem here officer?" asked
Score.
"The problem is that you freaks don't have a permit to be
here," growled the officer.
"We're here to Pokestock '99, and if you think you're gonna
ruin this for ME you've got another thing coming Jackass!"
barked
Score.
"I oughtta arrest your ass right now, but that's not my
piece
of pie," said the officer, "I challenge you to a
Pokemon match. One on
one."
"You got it!" yelled Score as he flipped back and
somersaulted
in mid air. He landly softly and whipped his Pokeball to the
ground.
"Spanky! Wing attack!"
The officer had summoned his Wartortle. "Wartortle,"
yelled
the officer, "Dodge his wing attack and smash him outta the
air."
Spanky flapped four times and dove straight for Wartortle,
slashing his wing across Wartortles face. Wartortle grabbed at
his
face, but shot a powerful stream of water out of his mouth,
knocking
Spanky into a mad fall, unable to regain control. Spanky fell
with a
resounding thud, followed by over a hundred musicians cringing
and a
police squad laughing and cheering.
"Get up Spanky," ordered Score, "Dodge his water
guns!"
Spanky shook off the pain and flapped high into the air.
Wartortle shot many short, powerful bursts of water, each dodged
nimbly by Spanky. Spanky saw an opening and dove toward
Wartortle.
Wartortle expected another wing slash across the face, but
instead
Spanky stuck out his wings and swung behind Wartortle, who
stupidly
put his head between his legs to see what Spanky what doing.
Spanky
shot at the legs and knocked him head over heals. Wartortle flew
up
and smashed down upon the hood of his trainers police car.
"Spanky, whirlwind!" shouted Score.
Wartortle flew back but managed to get hold of the lights on
another police car.
"Spanky, faster, blow it away!" said Score.
Spanky flapped even harder and Wartortle couldn't hold on
anymore.
"Toooooortttttleeee!" <Help me!>
Wartortle dropped down into a forest on the fringe of the
city.
Spanky flapped casually into the forest and returned a few
seconds later with a dazed and beaten Wartortle. "Looks like
you won,"
said officer, "Thanks for the match." Score's parade
now had a police
escort.
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The waiter back at the restaurant carried two large silver
platters with 5 massive plates of spaghetti and one meatball
platter
for Eevee. The group waited patiently for the waiter to serve
them.
The spaghetti's warm, noodlely goodness flooded their mouths with
pleasure. Eevee panted excitedly for the waiter to put down her
plate.
He bid them good day, and Eevee dug in like a Diglet. The small
Pokemon got cheese all over her face and plowed through her food.
The
group didn't even chew their spaghetti and on-lookers thought
they may
be some type of pellicans.
Suddenly, they heard blaring sirens and and saw Score tearing
down the street with hundreds of freaks following him.
The group each dug into their pockets and dropped their money
onto the table. John asked the waiter to put their meals in a
doggy
bag.
Outside the restaurant, Score was whooping and bouncing down
the street. Long colorful buses stopped in the middle of the
street
and started unloading guitars, drumsets, keyboards, and stage
lights.
"What's going on Score?" asked Jamie.
"Pokestock 99! It's here! It's here!"