Brian Random
I WAS FROZEN TODAY!!
A Pinch of Salt and a Few Splats (TR Comedy One-Shot) Rated: U
Three figures were standing inside a large kitchen. They were wearing chef uniforms and they standing in a line; normally they wear a different kind showing that they worked for a criminal organisation, except one because he was a pokemon… and pokemon were always naked. They were none other than Team Rocket agents, Jessie, James, and Meowth. The fourth figure was wearing a red tux, walking around them like a general inspecting his soldiers. He was their boss, the boss of Team Rocket.
“Alright, here’s the situation,” he said in a serious tone. “We are having a celebration dinner for my birthday but since my chef is on vacation, I hired you morons to be my cooks for the day. One good reason is that you had one small job to capture that brat’s Pikachu but you couldn’t do that.”
His employees lowered their heads in shame as they admitted to that fact. “But if you do a good job here today, I might hire you as my new cooks,” he said.
The team raised their heads in excitement. “Yes sir!” they said enthusiastically in unison. “We won’t let you down!”
“Good… now get to work.”
Some time after the boss left the scene, Team Rocket, along with a blue blob Wobbuffet after he released himself from Jessie’s pokeball, were cooking various meals, following recipes of various cooking books. Meanwhile, a little yellow mouse with red cheeks with nametag signed ‘Jerry’ on his neck collar was walking through a corridor, looking for something to do and possibly something to eat because he was slightly hungry. That little mouse was a Pichu.
He soon smelt something delicious coming from one of the rooms of the corridor and followed the scent. He soon walked into a kitchen and saw a delicious looking dish on a nearby table but also spotted some people in cooking uniform so he carefully walked past them and climbed up the table to reach to the food.
As he was about to touch it, it was moved away from him. The Pichu looked to see who the culprit was that took the food away from him. It turned to be Meowth who had a moody and serious look on his face. “Hey, ya little squirt!” he yelled. “Dis ain’t fa ya! Dis is for da boss! Get moving!”
The little Pichu looked down in sadness as he walked away. “Dat’s right! And don’t come back!” the cat yelled.
When Jerry left the kitchen, his face of sadness became evil looking. He had a cunning plan…
He sneaked into the kitchen again and spotted a number of cold, raw turkeys lying on separate trays ready to be roasted. He spotted James taking three of them and placed them into a roasting oven. Upon looking into another direction, he spotted a microwave oven next to them. He quickly and carefully ran to the table and climbed up its leg before reaching one of the raw turkeys. He picked up one of them and shoved it inside the oven, closed its door and pressed various buttons that adjusted the timing before switching it on and running out of the kitchen.
Moments later, a beeping sound was heard, much to Team Rockets curiosity. “Huh? Where’s it coming from?” Jessie asked.
Meowth looked into the direction of the beeping noise and saw that it was coming from the microwave. “It’s comin’ from over dere,” he said as he walked over to the table. He climbed up its leg and noticed that the turkey was stuck inside. “Wotsit doin’ in dere?” he asked. He pushed an ‘open’ button and…
KABOOM!
The microwave oven blasted out small bits and pieces of the turkey, sending them and Meowth flying across the room until he crashed to the floor while the blown up contents of the turkey spread across the room, much to the shock of his team mates. “Ow… dat’s smarts!” he muffled painfully with his face on the floor.
Some time after sorting out the mess, Team Rocket got back to cooking again. They soon noticed a very small figure in a blue delivery uniform holding a large red box over his head and a clipboard with a delivery note in hand. “Ah! The Strawberry Cake Surprise,” James said gleefully. “That must be the cake that we ordered for the boss’s birthday.”
He took the red box off the small delivery boy’s head and placed on the table. He then the signed the delivery note and sent him away. After the delivery boy went away, James licked his lips as he walked over to the box with the birthday cake in it. When he opened it…
SPLAT!
The cake sprung from the box and hit James with a huge splat in the face, covering it with double thick whipped cream, strawberry jam and strawberries. Jessie and Meowth looked on in horror.
“James!” Jessie yelled. “What did you do!?”
“All I was did was open the box!” James yelled.
“Well, it ain’t called ‘Strawberry Cake Surprise’ for nuthin’,” Meowth said, now with a dull look on his face.
“Wobbuffet!” the blue blob yelled as he placed his paw on his head in a saluting manner.
“Did someone order a Strawberry Cake Surprise?” asked a man’s voice behind them.
The trio and the Wobbuffet turned to the voice’s attention and saw a medium built man in a delivery boy uniform, holding a large red box with one hand, a clipboard with a delivery note in the other and a polite smile on his face.
“Oh, so you think you can this is funny, do you?” James said with his eyes narrowing.
“Er... no,” the delivery man said nervously as a sweat drop came flowing down on the side of his head.
“Hold up,” Meowth said, holding James back. “Were you working with that small guy?”
“What small guy?” the man asked in a confused tone.
“Oh, never mind,” Jessie said, convinced that the man wasn’t working with the midget as she took the cake, signing her name on the delivery note in the process. “You may go.”
“Sheesh, not even a thank you,” the man said as he walked out of the room. After walking a distance away, he looked at the delivery note and read that it was a joke cake. “Flippin’ heck!” he said in shock.
Meanwhile, back in the kitchen, Jessie placed the box on the table. She opened it and...
SPLAT!
The cake sprung up from the opened box and made a splat right on her face, much to her team mates’ shock. “My beautiful... face...” she sobbed as she took out her compact mirror and saw the reflection of her face, now covered in thick cream, strawberries and strawberry jam. She became very angry; so angry, her skin was so hot that the messed up cake began to be heated.
“Don’t open the box!” the delivery man yelled running back into the kitchen. He then realised that he was too late after seeing a huge splat on Jessie’s face and an angry, evil look in her eyes.
“There’s no refund,” the man confessed nervously.
“You’ll pay for this!” Jessie yelled, chasing after him while Meowth and James backed away from her in fear.
Somewhere else inside the building, the little Pichu was in a hiding place, happily munching on a real strawberry cake while Jessie and the delivery man ran past him. Next to him was a delivery boy outfit that fitted him earlier when he delivered the first cake. “Pichu Pichu Pichu,” he squeaked happily while giggling while noticing the action, which meant, “I never knew he was into pranks too.”
Some time after clearing that mess up, Team Rocket got back into cooking again. While everyone was busy cooking different kinds of foods, Wobbuffet in particular was cooking some bacon with a pan on a stove.
While he carried on cooking, a familiar yellow paw swapped a bag on a table behind him with another. Some time later, Wobbuffet turned round to pick up the replaced bag and poured out the contents into pan... a bunch of fireworks.
One of them accidentally fell on the fire that was heating the pan from underneath and that firework shot out, scaring the wits of the blue blob and he unwittingly tossed the pan up into the air, spilling other fireworks all over the stove.
After other fireworks landed on the fire, they started to light up and shot out into various locations of the room, shocking and scaring the wits out of Team Rocket. While they dodged the shot out fireworks, a familiar little paw was placed on a light switch, turning off the lights of the kitchen and pretty colours of sparkling light kept on appearing after each sound of gun shots in random places. “Pichu, Pichu,” he squeaked in amazement, which meant, “Ooh, pretty.”
After the display of banging and sparkling stopped James switched on the light, revealing a room full of ruined foods, dirt and burnt out fireworks, much to the team’s dismay as their mouths hung open.
The little Pichu stood by door, laughing at Team Rocket’s misfortune. Unlucky for him, a gloved grabbed him from behind. It turned out to be Jessie as she lifted the baby mouse up to the level of her face.
“Hello... little baby mouse,” Jessie said evilly while glaring into the eyes of the petrified rodent.
Soon, the screaming, pesky Pichu was placed in a large wooden box. Team Rocket then slammed the wooden lid on the wooden box, hammered down some tacks on the lid and then wrapped chains and locks around it keep him inside. After the box was secured, Meowth wrote the following words on a piece paper, “To be sent to Timbuktu” and “Handle with NO care”, and then he stuck it on the wooden box.
They booted the wooden package out of the building where a postman soon came across this object via post van when he drove past it and then drove backwards. He got out of his vehicle and looked at the note. Taking notice, he quickly placed the wooden box inside his vehicle and drove away again.
Back at the kitchen, Team Rocket looked at the total mess that that pesky Pichu caused. “What do we do from here?” James asked worriedly with tears flowing out of his eyes. “If the boss doesn’t get anything, he’ll cut our pay checks!”
“Ever heard of a takeaway?” Meowth said simply as he held a phone to his ear.
A couple of hours later, a lot of people dressed in smart clothing, like tuxes, suits and dresses, were in a gorgeous looking dinner hall sitting at a long dinner table waiting for the food. Soon, Team Rocket and their pokemon, a moth pokemon called Dustox, a snake called Seviper, a cactus like creature Cacnea, and a small, clown-like pokemon called Manene were now dressed in waiters’ uniform as they began to serve each person their dishes, each with a silver food covering.
Soon, they placed the last dish, which claimed to be the best dish considering that it was his birthday, in front of their boss. Then one by one, they took the covering off each and every one of the guests’ dishes revealing the gorgeousness of each food.
Then finally came to the boss’s turn. James, Jessie and Meowth gently grasped the hand of covering together. “This is the best dish you’ll ever have, sir,” Jessie said enthusiastically. “One... two...”
“And voila!” they all happily said together as they took it off of the main dish… revealing a goblin head with red and black paint all over it surrounded by worms.
“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!” the head started singing, surprising and scaring the wits out of everyone. He munched up some of the worms that were next to him and then evilly looked at the boss. “The time is coming near, Team Rocket, for you to face your fear,” he said evilly. “I’m da Boogeyman! And I’m comin’ to getcha!”
Everyone ran out of the room in fright while the Boogeyman continued laughing and munching away at the worms. As the room cleared, the head suddenly changed from an evil expression to vacant looking. Then a hatch opened at the back of the Boogeyman’s head and a little Pichu with a nametag signed ‘Jerry’ on his neck collar came out of it. It turned out that he was controlling the robotic head from the inside.
Jerry picked up a small napkin from the table and licked his lips as he looked at all the delicious foods on the table. “Pichu pichu pichu,” he squeaked cutely, which meant, “All of them for me then.”
END!
A/N: Special thanks to FlamingRuby for the idea.
Three figures were standing inside a large kitchen. They were wearing chef uniforms and they standing in a line; normally they wear a different kind showing that they worked for a criminal organisation, except one because he was a pokemon… and pokemon were always naked. They were none other than Team Rocket agents, Jessie, James, and Meowth. The fourth figure was wearing a red tux, walking around them like a general inspecting his soldiers. He was their boss, the boss of Team Rocket.
“Alright, here’s the situation,” he said in a serious tone. “We are having a celebration dinner for my birthday but since my chef is on vacation, I hired you morons to be my cooks for the day. One good reason is that you had one small job to capture that brat’s Pikachu but you couldn’t do that.”
His employees lowered their heads in shame as they admitted to that fact. “But if you do a good job here today, I might hire you as my new cooks,” he said.
The team raised their heads in excitement. “Yes sir!” they said enthusiastically in unison. “We won’t let you down!”
“Good… now get to work.”
Some time after the boss left the scene, Team Rocket, along with a blue blob Wobbuffet after he released himself from Jessie’s pokeball, were cooking various meals, following recipes of various cooking books. Meanwhile, a little yellow mouse with red cheeks with nametag signed ‘Jerry’ on his neck collar was walking through a corridor, looking for something to do and possibly something to eat because he was slightly hungry. That little mouse was a Pichu.
He soon smelt something delicious coming from one of the rooms of the corridor and followed the scent. He soon walked into a kitchen and saw a delicious looking dish on a nearby table but also spotted some people in cooking uniform so he carefully walked past them and climbed up the table to reach to the food.
As he was about to touch it, it was moved away from him. The Pichu looked to see who the culprit was that took the food away from him. It turned to be Meowth who had a moody and serious look on his face. “Hey, ya little squirt!” he yelled. “Dis ain’t fa ya! Dis is for da boss! Get moving!”
The little Pichu looked down in sadness as he walked away. “Dat’s right! And don’t come back!” the cat yelled.
When Jerry left the kitchen, his face of sadness became evil looking. He had a cunning plan…
He sneaked into the kitchen again and spotted a number of cold, raw turkeys lying on separate trays ready to be roasted. He spotted James taking three of them and placed them into a roasting oven. Upon looking into another direction, he spotted a microwave oven next to them. He quickly and carefully ran to the table and climbed up its leg before reaching one of the raw turkeys. He picked up one of them and shoved it inside the oven, closed its door and pressed various buttons that adjusted the timing before switching it on and running out of the kitchen.
Moments later, a beeping sound was heard, much to Team Rockets curiosity. “Huh? Where’s it coming from?” Jessie asked.
Meowth looked into the direction of the beeping noise and saw that it was coming from the microwave. “It’s comin’ from over dere,” he said as he walked over to the table. He climbed up its leg and noticed that the turkey was stuck inside. “Wotsit doin’ in dere?” he asked. He pushed an ‘open’ button and…
KABOOM!
The microwave oven blasted out small bits and pieces of the turkey, sending them and Meowth flying across the room until he crashed to the floor while the blown up contents of the turkey spread across the room, much to the shock of his team mates. “Ow… dat’s smarts!” he muffled painfully with his face on the floor.
Some time after sorting out the mess, Team Rocket got back to cooking again. They soon noticed a very small figure in a blue delivery uniform holding a large red box over his head and a clipboard with a delivery note in hand. “Ah! The Strawberry Cake Surprise,” James said gleefully. “That must be the cake that we ordered for the boss’s birthday.”
He took the red box off the small delivery boy’s head and placed on the table. He then the signed the delivery note and sent him away. After the delivery boy went away, James licked his lips as he walked over to the box with the birthday cake in it. When he opened it…
SPLAT!
The cake sprung from the box and hit James with a huge splat in the face, covering it with double thick whipped cream, strawberry jam and strawberries. Jessie and Meowth looked on in horror.
“James!” Jessie yelled. “What did you do!?”
“All I was did was open the box!” James yelled.
“Well, it ain’t called ‘Strawberry Cake Surprise’ for nuthin’,” Meowth said, now with a dull look on his face.
“Wobbuffet!” the blue blob yelled as he placed his paw on his head in a saluting manner.
“Did someone order a Strawberry Cake Surprise?” asked a man’s voice behind them.
The trio and the Wobbuffet turned to the voice’s attention and saw a medium built man in a delivery boy uniform, holding a large red box with one hand, a clipboard with a delivery note in the other and a polite smile on his face.
“Oh, so you think you can this is funny, do you?” James said with his eyes narrowing.
“Er... no,” the delivery man said nervously as a sweat drop came flowing down on the side of his head.
“Hold up,” Meowth said, holding James back. “Were you working with that small guy?”
“What small guy?” the man asked in a confused tone.
“Oh, never mind,” Jessie said, convinced that the man wasn’t working with the midget as she took the cake, signing her name on the delivery note in the process. “You may go.”
“Sheesh, not even a thank you,” the man said as he walked out of the room. After walking a distance away, he looked at the delivery note and read that it was a joke cake. “Flippin’ heck!” he said in shock.
Meanwhile, back in the kitchen, Jessie placed the box on the table. She opened it and...
SPLAT!
The cake sprung up from the opened box and made a splat right on her face, much to her team mates’ shock. “My beautiful... face...” she sobbed as she took out her compact mirror and saw the reflection of her face, now covered in thick cream, strawberries and strawberry jam. She became very angry; so angry, her skin was so hot that the messed up cake began to be heated.
“Don’t open the box!” the delivery man yelled running back into the kitchen. He then realised that he was too late after seeing a huge splat on Jessie’s face and an angry, evil look in her eyes.
“There’s no refund,” the man confessed nervously.
“You’ll pay for this!” Jessie yelled, chasing after him while Meowth and James backed away from her in fear.
Somewhere else inside the building, the little Pichu was in a hiding place, happily munching on a real strawberry cake while Jessie and the delivery man ran past him. Next to him was a delivery boy outfit that fitted him earlier when he delivered the first cake. “Pichu Pichu Pichu,” he squeaked happily while giggling while noticing the action, which meant, “I never knew he was into pranks too.”
Some time after clearing that mess up, Team Rocket got back into cooking again. While everyone was busy cooking different kinds of foods, Wobbuffet in particular was cooking some bacon with a pan on a stove.
While he carried on cooking, a familiar yellow paw swapped a bag on a table behind him with another. Some time later, Wobbuffet turned round to pick up the replaced bag and poured out the contents into pan... a bunch of fireworks.
One of them accidentally fell on the fire that was heating the pan from underneath and that firework shot out, scaring the wits of the blue blob and he unwittingly tossed the pan up into the air, spilling other fireworks all over the stove.
After other fireworks landed on the fire, they started to light up and shot out into various locations of the room, shocking and scaring the wits out of Team Rocket. While they dodged the shot out fireworks, a familiar little paw was placed on a light switch, turning off the lights of the kitchen and pretty colours of sparkling light kept on appearing after each sound of gun shots in random places. “Pichu, Pichu,” he squeaked in amazement, which meant, “Ooh, pretty.”
After the display of banging and sparkling stopped James switched on the light, revealing a room full of ruined foods, dirt and burnt out fireworks, much to the team’s dismay as their mouths hung open.
The little Pichu stood by door, laughing at Team Rocket’s misfortune. Unlucky for him, a gloved grabbed him from behind. It turned out to be Jessie as she lifted the baby mouse up to the level of her face.
“Hello... little baby mouse,” Jessie said evilly while glaring into the eyes of the petrified rodent.
Soon, the screaming, pesky Pichu was placed in a large wooden box. Team Rocket then slammed the wooden lid on the wooden box, hammered down some tacks on the lid and then wrapped chains and locks around it keep him inside. After the box was secured, Meowth wrote the following words on a piece paper, “To be sent to Timbuktu” and “Handle with NO care”, and then he stuck it on the wooden box.
They booted the wooden package out of the building where a postman soon came across this object via post van when he drove past it and then drove backwards. He got out of his vehicle and looked at the note. Taking notice, he quickly placed the wooden box inside his vehicle and drove away again.
Back at the kitchen, Team Rocket looked at the total mess that that pesky Pichu caused. “What do we do from here?” James asked worriedly with tears flowing out of his eyes. “If the boss doesn’t get anything, he’ll cut our pay checks!”
“Ever heard of a takeaway?” Meowth said simply as he held a phone to his ear.
A couple of hours later, a lot of people dressed in smart clothing, like tuxes, suits and dresses, were in a gorgeous looking dinner hall sitting at a long dinner table waiting for the food. Soon, Team Rocket and their pokemon, a moth pokemon called Dustox, a snake called Seviper, a cactus like creature Cacnea, and a small, clown-like pokemon called Manene were now dressed in waiters’ uniform as they began to serve each person their dishes, each with a silver food covering.
Soon, they placed the last dish, which claimed to be the best dish considering that it was his birthday, in front of their boss. Then one by one, they took the covering off each and every one of the guests’ dishes revealing the gorgeousness of each food.
Then finally came to the boss’s turn. James, Jessie and Meowth gently grasped the hand of covering together. “This is the best dish you’ll ever have, sir,” Jessie said enthusiastically. “One... two...”
“And voila!” they all happily said together as they took it off of the main dish… revealing a goblin head with red and black paint all over it surrounded by worms.
“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!” the head started singing, surprising and scaring the wits out of everyone. He munched up some of the worms that were next to him and then evilly looked at the boss. “The time is coming near, Team Rocket, for you to face your fear,” he said evilly. “I’m da Boogeyman! And I’m comin’ to getcha!”
Everyone ran out of the room in fright while the Boogeyman continued laughing and munching away at the worms. As the room cleared, the head suddenly changed from an evil expression to vacant looking. Then a hatch opened at the back of the Boogeyman’s head and a little Pichu with a nametag signed ‘Jerry’ on his neck collar came out of it. It turned out that he was controlling the robotic head from the inside.
Jerry picked up a small napkin from the table and licked his lips as he looked at all the delicious foods on the table. “Pichu pichu pichu,” he squeaked cutely, which meant, “All of them for me then.”
END!
A/N: Special thanks to FlamingRuby for the idea.
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