This is a short, insane crackficoneshot thing I did. It was made to be stupid or get a laugh out of you. Or both. It was inspired by Gravey's drawing of the Poochama line, and Pottashi's dex entry. As yes. they really are that stuck up.
So enjoy.
Rating: PG
“Oh Mew the inhumanity!” Random Joe Shmoe exclaimed as he read the headlines on the newspaper. His early morning breakfast was ruined now, in his exaggerated moment of drama that some could call very new modern dance and self expresion, he'd sent his coffee flying and eggs onto the floor.
In great big words, underlined, bolded, italicised and gilded in gold just about; “Fifty colonie's of Pottashi poached! Team Galexy suspected!”
He had to tell someone! Anyone! And it hit Random Joe Shmoe, there were two trainers living right down the block!
Snatching up the paper that had escaped him in his lack of caffine induced spasam, R.J. Shmoe darted with all speed out of his apartment, and down the flight of stairs that hadn't been there the day before. Whizzed by old Mrs Joan Shmoe, his great, great, great grandmother, or maybe aunt twice removed, no one knew for certain, no one cared. And in his blur of speed, R.J. Shmoe made it out of the house, still in his sunflora print PJ's and bed head orange hair and lime green eyes clouded by sandman's dust. But all of this was ignored by Shmoe, for he was on a mission! He had to warn trainers before team Galexy came for the now probably nearly extinct Pottashi!
Though for all his speed it still took Random Joe Shmoe fifteen minutes to reach his destination, for he'd forgotten to drink his coffee. But once he was there, doubled over and panting harshly, Shmoe saw his targets, and in a wheezed out pant of a breath, warned the two children.
Who kindly thanked Random Joe Shmoe by saying, “Are you completely nutters? Don't you know anything about Pottashi?” and the older looking one pulled out a dex as the younger finished. And in a blaring, mechanical voice, the pokedex exclaimed; “Pottashi, the penguin pokemon. Pottashi are very pridefull pokemon. So pridefull they decalre themselves the best of everything, and form colonies of one. Rarely coming together to breed, Pottashi are loners by nature.”
“Crazy old man,” the older kid exclaimed, turning to the younger one that erriely looked alot like himself. Maybe they were related to Nurse Joy- they had pink hair and looked feminine enough to be girls. Male Nurse Joys- that thought alone that went through Random Joe Shmoe's mind was almost enough to make him go into siezrues as the two young trainers left the floundering Shmoe on the ground.
So enjoy.
Rating: PG
Ohnoez DOOM FOR POTTASHI!?
“Oh Mew the inhumanity!” Random Joe Shmoe exclaimed as he read the headlines on the newspaper. His early morning breakfast was ruined now, in his exaggerated moment of drama that some could call very new modern dance and self expresion, he'd sent his coffee flying and eggs onto the floor.
In great big words, underlined, bolded, italicised and gilded in gold just about; “Fifty colonie's of Pottashi poached! Team Galexy suspected!”
He had to tell someone! Anyone! And it hit Random Joe Shmoe, there were two trainers living right down the block!
Snatching up the paper that had escaped him in his lack of caffine induced spasam, R.J. Shmoe darted with all speed out of his apartment, and down the flight of stairs that hadn't been there the day before. Whizzed by old Mrs Joan Shmoe, his great, great, great grandmother, or maybe aunt twice removed, no one knew for certain, no one cared. And in his blur of speed, R.J. Shmoe made it out of the house, still in his sunflora print PJ's and bed head orange hair and lime green eyes clouded by sandman's dust. But all of this was ignored by Shmoe, for he was on a mission! He had to warn trainers before team Galexy came for the now probably nearly extinct Pottashi!
Though for all his speed it still took Random Joe Shmoe fifteen minutes to reach his destination, for he'd forgotten to drink his coffee. But once he was there, doubled over and panting harshly, Shmoe saw his targets, and in a wheezed out pant of a breath, warned the two children.
Who kindly thanked Random Joe Shmoe by saying, “Are you completely nutters? Don't you know anything about Pottashi?” and the older looking one pulled out a dex as the younger finished. And in a blaring, mechanical voice, the pokedex exclaimed; “Pottashi, the penguin pokemon. Pottashi are very pridefull pokemon. So pridefull they decalre themselves the best of everything, and form colonies of one. Rarely coming together to breed, Pottashi are loners by nature.”
“Crazy old man,” the older kid exclaimed, turning to the younger one that erriely looked alot like himself. Maybe they were related to Nurse Joy- they had pink hair and looked feminine enough to be girls. Male Nurse Joys- that thought alone that went through Random Joe Shmoe's mind was almost enough to make him go into siezrues as the two young trainers left the floundering Shmoe on the ground.
The End.
For Random Joe Shmoe anyways.
For Random Joe Shmoe anyways.
) is the author of this fic. =/