Crack-Pot Young Fools (aka Ash, Misty, Brock and Pikachu)

Chapter One:

Ash is INSANE!

Challenge #1: 1. Pikachu falling in love with Misty

2. Brock actually NOT going gaga for a girl

3. Ash saying he doesn't want to be a PokeMon Master and all he wants to do is eat until he is sent off to mars in a rocketship (insane basically)

Author: Ashley Angel (Challenge sent in by Rachel (aka R.C. Angel.)

Rating: PG-13

Category: Hello, I'm confused. This is probably gonna be a General.

Summary: People, I want to thank Rachel for sending in this challenge (if you want to know how to send me a challenge, read "Mistletoe - Chapter Three). This is dedicated to her humorous and creative mind.

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"Mrs Ketchum, I have no idea what's going on with Ash," a very anxious Misty told the elder woman over the phone. "He's saying something about going off to Mars."

"I'm a little teapot short and stout, here is my handle, here is my spout," Ash chanted, doing the actions along with the words, "when I get all steamed up then I shout! - tip me over pour me out."

"Mrs Ketchum, you've got to help me!" Misty said, her eyes still on Ash, who was now doing the Chicken Dance.

"Misty! Hurry up and get some advice from his Mum!" Brock yelled from his pot. He was cooking his famous 'Lazy Boy, No Chew Soup', since Ash was in no state to chew - or do anything in that matter.

". . . Flap your arms like a chicken, flap you arms like a duck, buck buck buck buck buck buck buck . . ." Ash sang, flapping his arms frantically. "Misty, I'm going to fly to Mars!"

"Yes Ash, you're going to fly to Mars," Misty said reassuringly. She turned back to the phone. "What am I going to do?"

"Talk to him. He always -crack- has something -crack- on his -crack- mind," Mrs Ketchum replied, the reception failing.

"Hello? Hello Mrs Ketchum?" Misty called into the phone. No answer.

"Rats!" She shouted, swearing loudly. She decided to take Mrs Ketchum's advice and talk to the pshyco-looney that was, Ash. She walked up to him cautiously and tapped his shoulder. "Um. . . Ash? Could I talk to you?"

"But I'm singing!" He protested, beginning to sing Britney Spears' I'm Not a Girl, Not Yet a Woman. "I'm not a girl. . . not yet a woman. . . all I need is time-. . ."

"Not now!" Misty shouted, causing him to stop in a nano second.

"Fine, be bossy," Ash muttered, sitting on a big rock. An insane grin spread across his face. "I'm the King and you can be my Princess. See, this is my throne."

"Ash," Misty said, sitting opposite him. "What's wrong with you?"

"I don't want to be a PokeMon Master," he said, picking the petals of a dandelion. "Misty loves me. . . she loves me not. . . Misty loves me. . . she loves me not. . . Misty loves me. . ."

"You don't want to be a PokeMon Master?" Misty exploded, causing Brock to drop the ladle into the soup. The soup bubbled and boiled. "Then what do you want to do?"

Ash beckoned her closer and whispered in her ear. "I'm going to fly to Mars on a big pointy rocket ship and I’m going to be the Emperor of the Potato People! Don't tell anyone!"

"But Ash, you have to become a PokeMon Master!" Misty exploded. "You can't run off to Mars on a rocket and become the Emperor of the Potat-. . ."

"Shh!" Ash hissed. He crossed his arms and told her stubbornly, "I don't want to be a PokeMon Master. I'm a big boy now, and I make my own choices."

Misty looked at the boy, his face broke into a grin and started prancing around, leading an invisible band. She sighed and walked away to Brock, who was trying to fish out his ladle out of the soup without burning half his hand off.

"I have come to a conclusion," Misty said, flopping down on the grass, nearly squashing Togepi, who was dozing.

"What's that?" Brock asked, pour water on the fire to stop the boiling a bubbling of the soup.

"He's insane."

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Well, there you have it. My first challenge, all thanks to Rachel. Here's my words of encouragement and laughter (okay, maybe more laughter than encouragement), just for all the young writers out there (like me - yes, believe it or not, I only turn 13 in October):

'Just try spending a day with him. With his laughing and his talking and his breathing.'

-Max to Original Cindy, Dark Angel

(Episode: "Two")