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Some references to homosexuality stuff, and SLIGHTLY suggestive parts. Slightly slightly. Like Delia mentions that she should call her boyfriend, since the only bedroom in the house is open. Nothing too bad though. Not at all. And I'm not even a Teen anyway, so I put "(PG)" instead of using a prefix. I hope that's okay. But seriously, if it isn't, TELL ME. I'm new to this.


SO, this is a play, actually. I'm writing it in parts in my school notebook (lol)

Oh, yes, dedicated to Shadow/Shadzy/Komo because she's so awesome, and can't let her mom bring her down!

SO... begin

Part One

Gardenia: Good arceus! What's wrong, Shadzy?

Shadow: Just depressed.

Gardenia: No! You're mom again?

Shadow: Yeah.

Atrum: D= NO! Cheer up Shadow!

Highfeather: -hugs Shadow- Daaaw, sorry Komo!

Gardenia: How can we make you feel better?

Shadow: You can just... lemme be.

Highfeather: No way!

Shadow: Why not?

Highfeather: I-

Gardenia: Oooh, I know!

Atrum: Know what?

Gardenia: I know how to cheer Shadzy up!

Shadow: -sniff- How?

Gardenia: The epical adventures of Red!

Atrum: Uh-oh xD

Shadow: I don't know, Gardenia...

Gardenia: Don't worry! Just sit and relax...

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Alarm: BEEP BEEP BEEP

Delia: Red! Time to get up!

Red: I no wanna!

Delia: GET OUT RIGHT NOW BEFORE I-

Red: Okaaay, sheesh! -gets up and changes-

Delia: Oh, yeah, I made you some Pikachucakes!

Red: No time, mummy! I-

Delia: Hey! I'm not Egyptian!

Red: No, no, no... it's how people in Britain say mo-

Delia: You're not British, stupid! You're Japanese!

Red: What's your point?

Delia: My point IS, you're Japanese, so you call me "Mom-san", OR you call me by the name of Japan's god, Pikachu.

Red: Pikachu isn't a GOD, it's what you're making those hotcakes with!

Delia: SHUT UP RED YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!

Red: You don't love me!

Delia: Of course I don't love you! I named you after the stupidest color ever!

Red: WHAT?! Red is awesome!

Delia: No way, you stink!

Red: No, YOU stink!

Delia: Well, YOU smell worse than a Skuntank!

Red: What the Pikachu is a Skuntank?!

Delia: I DON'T KNOW BUT YOU SMELL WORSE THAN IT!

Red: Sweet mother Arceus! Chill out, lady!

Delia: NO WAY!And who is this "Mother Arceus" you speak of, problem child?

Red: I DON'T KNOW, YOUR FACE?!

Delia: GET THE HECK OUTTA THIS HOUSE!

Red: But-

Delia: NAOW! Get a newt, frog, or turtle from some tree wearing a labcoat and pit it against other crud! AND NEVER COME BACK!

Red: Psh, whatever. -grabs bag and mysterious thing that allows him to save his progress-

Delia: Oh, and if you ever get interviewed for a video game based on your messed-up life, we had a sweet, mother-to son- talk, kay?

Red: Sure, just shut your face so I can get outta this dump. -runs out door-

Delia: Thank God the only bed in this house is OPEN! -dials boyfriend-

~At The Lab~


Oak: Why, hello there! Welcome to the world of Pokemon!

Red: Um, I lived here my whole ten years of life, thank you very much.

Oak: Sure, whatever. So are you a boy or a girl?

Red: Uhhh... Boy...

Oak: Prove it.

Red: You are a sick, sick man.

Oak: JUST DO IT OKAY!!

Red: No way! Stupid!

Oak: Fine... -depressed look- Now, Red, what is your name?

Red: Uhhh... Red?

Oak: Red? Is that your name?

Red: YES.

Oak: Red! What a beautiful name that is!

Red: You gay old man.

Oak: Now, this is my grandson-

Blue: -mysteriously appears- Hey, Red, you dumbelina! Haw haw!

Oak: He's my only family member in the area. You two've been rivals since you were babies. Ummm... what was his name again?

Blue: Uhhh... Blue...

Oak: Sssh! Shut up, Red's telling me your name!

Red: -whispers something in Oak's ear-

Oak: That's right! I remember now! His name is Buttface!

Blue: I hate you.

Red: -on the floor laughing-

Oak: Now, as the handsome youth I was-

Blue: -snicker-

Oak: -I managed to collect some awesome Pokemon. I suck now, so you can have them. Stupid color- Mead, I think- you can pick first so I can give my grandson the better one.

Red: -rolls eyes- Whatever, can I have the stupid newt that mysteriously hasn't burned to death?

Oak: Yep! It's name is Charmander. Would you like to give it a nickname?

Red: No.

Oak: Good.

Blue: Well, Red, I see you have chosen a fire type. Therefore, I shall pick a WATER type!

Oak: Good choice, Buttface! It's called Squirtle!

Blue: Heck yeah! Red, let's battle! Go, Squirtle!

Red: Go, Charmander!

Blue: Squirtle, wiggle your butt like an idiot!

Charmander's Defense Fell!


Red: Hey, how is that even possible?

Blue: It's called Tail Whip!

Red: Well, how the crud does that work?

Blue: It apparently makes the defending Pokemon think the attacking Pokemon looks cute, so it's guard goes down!

Red: So- wait, what? What gender is your Squirtle?

Blue: Female- wiggle your butt again!

Charmender's Defense Fell!


Red: WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH YOU, CHARMANDER?! STOP STARING AT THAT THING'S BUTT AND USE SCRATCH!

Charmander's Attack Missed!


Red: Ffffff....

Squirtle used Tackle!

Charmander's Attack Missed!

Squirtle used Tackle!

Charmander's Attack Missed!

Squirtle used Tackle!
Critical Hit!

Charmander Fainted!


Red: Uuuuu...

Oak: Sorry you su- I mean, sorry you lost, Red. Usually you have to pay prize money, but because I have a job unlike all the other noobs in this dumb town, I'll give him money for you.

Blue: Neener neener!

Oak: Here you are, Buttface!

Red: -giggles-

Oak: Now, onto more serious matters...

Blue: -mutters- Your manboobs?

Oak: See, even though my entire life has been dedicated to researching Pokemon, I have no data whatsoever recorded about a single species.

Red: WHAT?!

Blue: You call that resea-

Oak: I LIKE BLACK OPS OKAY!?

Blue: Sheesh, chill out psycho...

Oak: Anyway, to complete (and begin) my research, I need you to complete these encyclopedias for me. -gives Red and Blue each a Pokedex-

Red: And how do we work these things?

Oak: Whenever you see a Pokemon, it magically records data of it. Double the info when you catch the Pokemon.

Red: So, basically, it's a stalker device we let rot in our bags?

Oak: Yep.

Blue: Okay, I have just one objection.

Oak: What?

Blue: This requires wooork!

Oak: So does putting on pants. So many zippers and buttons!

Blue: Right...

Oak: Okay! Have fun girls!

Red & Blue: -walk towards door-

Oak: ON TOP OF SPAGHEEEEETEEEE...

-door slams-


Blue: I swear I'm adopted... Whatever. Smell ya later Red. -runs off-

Red: ...okay... What now? -looks around- I guess... uhh... I'll go to Route 1 then... -runs around in Route 1-



TO BE CONTINUED






PLEASE criticism! I want to get better!