This is my answer to one of the challenges issued by Kira last night. >4) Write a fic that involves Pokémon, cheese, and a computer. I don't care >what you do with it, just do it. ^.^ This is my first time writing a comedy story, so excuse me if this doesn't sound funny. Comedy's not my strong suit. Disclaimer All characters are owned by Nintendo and 4Kids, Entertainment. I only claim the words that the characters say in this fic. ************************************************************************ "Cheese!" by The Freedom Fighter ************************************************************************ It's a quiet day in Pallet Town. At the Ketchum residence, Mrs. Ketchum and Brock are making dinner, Misty is taking care of Togepi, and Ash is up in his room with Pikachu. They're on the Internet, searching for something interesting. Ash: I can't believe this, Pikachu. Access to billions and billions of web sites, and not one of them is even decently good. Pikachu: Pika, pika! Ash: What is it, Pikachu? Pikachu points to the computer screen, where Ash has come across a web site that gives away cheese. Ash: Wow! A "Cheese of the Week" club! (reads the words on the screen aloud) Every week, we mail you our "cheese of the week." Taste exotic cheeses from all over the world! Just send a check for ten dollars for membership fees, and you'll get a new shipment of cheese every week. Wow, I'm going to sign up! Later, at dinner, Ash tells the others about his plans. Mrs. Ketchum: A "Cheese of the Week" club? Misty: Ash, how can you believe stuff like that? Brock: Don't you know how dangerous it is to sign up to a club such as this? They could take your ten dollars and never send you any cheese! Mrs. Ketchum: Ash, I want you to e-mail that club and request that they remove your name from their list. Ash: But mom! Mrs. Ketchum: No buts! I may be a caring person, but I'm still your mother. (calling out) Oh, Mimey! Mimey, Mrs. Ketchum's Mr. Mime, comes out from the kitchen. Mimey: Mr. Mime! Mrs. Ketchum: Mimey, help me out with the dishes, please. Mimey: (excited) Mr. Mime! The two head for the kitchen. Ash, Misty, Brock, and Pikachu get up and start to head out. Brock: Ash, if I were you, I'd listen to your mother. Ash: And who are you, my father? Misty: Ash, don't you understand! These guys could be some con artists trying to get your money, just like Brock said. Ash: I don't have to listen to you two! Pikachu agrees with me, right, Pikachu? Pikachu: Pika chu pika! Brock: Pikachu? You too! Misty: Unbelievable! Ash: Well, I'm going out for a walk. Come on, Pikachu! Pikachu follows Ash out the door. Misty and Brock just watch him leave. Misty: Sometimes Ash can be so stubborn... Brock: Hey, I've got an idea, Misty! Misty: You do? Brock: Yeah, listen... Brock begins to whisper his plan into Misty's ear. She grins and almost breaks out laughing while hearing it. Two weeks later, there's a knock at the door. Mimey goes to answer the door. Mimey: Mime? Delivery Guy: Oh, yes, um, package for Ash Ketchum! Ash: (coming down the stairs) That's me! I'm coming! Delivery Guy: (handing Ash a clipboard) Just sign on the dotted line there. Ash signs, the guy tips his hat, and then leaves. Lucky for Ash, his mom isn't home (she's out Christmas shopping). Misty, Brock, and Pikachu walk downstairs and see the giant crate now in the front lobby. Ash and Mimey are already trying to open it. Brock: Ash, wait! Misty: You don't know what could be in there! Ash: Oh, what are you two worried about? The trio reaches the bottom just as the crate's top comes off. Inside are three different plastic containers, each with a different type of cheese. But before anyone can do anything, Mimey grabs one package and opens it, Pikachu does the same. Mimey: (pulling out a block of string mozzarella cheese) Mime? Pikachu: (pulling out a block of swiss cheese) Pika? Ash: Hey! I thought they said these were going to be exotic cheeses! Mimey and Pikachu just shake their heads and gulp down the cheese wholesale, right in front of the crew's eyes! Brock: Did they just eat those blocks whole? Misty: They might choke! Ash: Pikachu, are you okay? Mimey and Pikachu stand still for a moment, then they both begin to glow. When the glow dies down, Mimey is now on the floor in pieces, and Pikachu has three holes that go through its body. Despite this, they are both still alive! Ash: Mimey! Pikachu! Oh, my mom is gonna kill me when she sees this! Misty: See, Ash, we told you buying stuff on-line was dangerous. Brock: Yeah. Now let's get rid of that third piece before someone gets his or her hands on it. Just as if on cue, Psyduck suddenly comes out of its Pokéball, and without thinking, grabs the third container, and eats it the cheese (it's still in the container!) Misty: Psyduck! You clumsy oaf! Who knows what you ate? Psyduck spits out the container. Ash picks up the saliva covered container, tried to wipe some of the spit off of his hand, before reading the label. Ash: Aaaaaaahhhh! It's limburger! Misty: Limburger! Oh no! Brock: Quick, everyone, hold your noses! It's too late, as a wreaking smell begins to emanate from the yellow duck. Psyduck: Psy-yi-yi! Misty: I can't breathe! Brock: Somebody open the door! Ash: I can't reach it! Suddenly, the door opens, and in comes Mrs. Ketchum, with a few shopping bags. Mrs. Ketchum: Hi, guys, I'm home! (smells around) Yuck! What is that disgusting smell! After some cleaning up, everything's back to normal, except for Mimey, Pikachu, and Psyduck. Ash explains what happened, and his mom begins to stare down at him. Mrs. Ketchum: Well, Ash, I guess you've learned your lesson. Ash: Right. Never try to buy something from the Internet. Mrs. Ketchum: Will Pikachu and the others be all right? Ash: I don't know. There's a doctor coming over to look at them. But I put them in the backyard to rest. I'd better go check on them. Ash exits, leaving Mrs. Ketchum, Misty, and Brock in the lobby. Mrs. Ketchum then winks her eye at the duo. Mrs. Ketchum: Great plan, you two! I'm sure Ash got the point. Brock: Um, Mrs. Ketchum, there's only one problem. Mrs. Ketchum: Oh, and what's that? Misty: It wasn't our plan. We were just going to give him a moldy piece of cheese from the store. Mrs. Ketchum: Oh dear. I hope the doctor can fix this up. By the way, if you guys didn't plan this, then who did? The End? What did you guys think? Was it too cheesy? Maybe this one should have been tied up, begging for a sequel. E-mail me at jgg121@psu.edu with your comments and constructive criticism.