In this universe we call infact a universe, Pokémon were a little different. They were known as Ploks and every one mutated from its Pokémonish form. Take poor Bulbasaur, the bulb on its head has become alive and is stuck on Bulbasaur's head :[
Let's begin now shall we...
September 11th, 2021, 10:12 AM, Pencilvania
I need to get out of here, real bad. Bulbaplok is trying to eat its own head, Charmanplok has giant claws ready to chop me up and Squirplok now has cannons and a weird head. Im becoming paranoid, so paranoid, I just need to.....
September 11th, 2021, 15:27PM, MBW, Roads of Pencilvania
"Wow, I think we need to help this guy huh Lenny?" this weird hillbilly asked him.
"Yeah, I think we sho...wait, since when did I pick you up?" Lenny replied.
"I snuck in the back while you were at WallMart." the hillbilly replied.
"Dang, fine, lets help this guy in distress." Lenny said rushing off in his MBW to the house of distress of Pencilvania.
September 11th, 2021, 17:11PM, House, Pencilvania
"Wow Lenny, look at this guy. Hes all battered." the hillbilly told him.
"Great Billy, if you didnt want a haircut, we would have gotten here sooner." Lenny told Billy the hillbilly.
"Save yourselves.....I can't go on." the injured man told them.
"Were taking you with us. I need to replace Billy." Lenny told this man.
"K. The name is Graham. Nice to meet you." Graham told them getting up slowly but surely.
September 11th, 2021, 17:17PM, MBW, Roads of Pencilvania
"Ah, you never told me all Ploks could fly and shoot lasers out of their eyes to destroy MBWs!" Lenny shouted driving for his life avoiding the lasers that these Ploks were shooting at them.
"Sorry I was injured and you didnt give me time to tell you!" Graham said sarcastically, still being injured as he is.
At that point, Squirplok, the heaviest Plok out of those three Ploks jumped onto the windscreen which had an impact that was so fatal, it felt like an anvil falling on someone's foot. Unfortunately, at that very moment in Washingmachineton D.W.M, an anvil did indeed fall on someone's foot. We dont know how long this guy will stay there for but he will be in this story in some way.
"Ah, Squirplok!" Graham shouted.
"Muhahahahahaha. We shall destroy you aaaaaaaaalllllllllllllllll!!!!!" Squirplok shouted evilly.
"They can talk?!" Lenny asked with a face of being annoyedishness.
"Yeah, I guess I forgot to mention that too huh? Hehehehe. Oh yeah. We have Plokballs. Squirplok, return. Bulbaplok, return and Charmanplok, you return also." Graham commanded as they went into their balls.
"Now, out with ya!" Graham shouted throwing out the balls to Washingmachineton.
September 30th, 2021, 14:10PM, Washingmachineton Hospital, Washingmachineton D.W.M
"Im finally out after that stupid guy threw an anvil on my foot. Does he even know how much that thing weighs?!" The guy said, on crutches.
"Hum, what are those on the ground? Are they Plokballs? Best find out. Come on out!" the injured man said releasing the three Ploks at the risk of his own life.
What will happen to this guy? What is the future of our dear but deadly Ploks? Stay tuned.
If anyone wants to be in this, just pick a State of Vancouver but you wont have Ploks. Just say your name, age, gender, good/bad.
I know, this is a sort of comedy but nowhere near as good as bacon's.
Let's begin now shall we...
September 11th, 2021, 10:12 AM, Pencilvania
I need to get out of here, real bad. Bulbaplok is trying to eat its own head, Charmanplok has giant claws ready to chop me up and Squirplok now has cannons and a weird head. Im becoming paranoid, so paranoid, I just need to.....
September 11th, 2021, 15:27PM, MBW, Roads of Pencilvania
"Wow, I think we need to help this guy huh Lenny?" this weird hillbilly asked him.
"Yeah, I think we sho...wait, since when did I pick you up?" Lenny replied.
"I snuck in the back while you were at WallMart." the hillbilly replied.
"Dang, fine, lets help this guy in distress." Lenny said rushing off in his MBW to the house of distress of Pencilvania.
September 11th, 2021, 17:11PM, House, Pencilvania
"Wow Lenny, look at this guy. Hes all battered." the hillbilly told him.
"Great Billy, if you didnt want a haircut, we would have gotten here sooner." Lenny told Billy the hillbilly.
"Save yourselves.....I can't go on." the injured man told them.
"Were taking you with us. I need to replace Billy." Lenny told this man.
"K. The name is Graham. Nice to meet you." Graham told them getting up slowly but surely.
September 11th, 2021, 17:17PM, MBW, Roads of Pencilvania
"Ah, you never told me all Ploks could fly and shoot lasers out of their eyes to destroy MBWs!" Lenny shouted driving for his life avoiding the lasers that these Ploks were shooting at them.
"Sorry I was injured and you didnt give me time to tell you!" Graham said sarcastically, still being injured as he is.
At that point, Squirplok, the heaviest Plok out of those three Ploks jumped onto the windscreen which had an impact that was so fatal, it felt like an anvil falling on someone's foot. Unfortunately, at that very moment in Washingmachineton D.W.M, an anvil did indeed fall on someone's foot. We dont know how long this guy will stay there for but he will be in this story in some way.
"Ah, Squirplok!" Graham shouted.
"Muhahahahahaha. We shall destroy you aaaaaaaaalllllllllllllllll!!!!!" Squirplok shouted evilly.
"They can talk?!" Lenny asked with a face of being annoyedishness.
"Yeah, I guess I forgot to mention that too huh? Hehehehe. Oh yeah. We have Plokballs. Squirplok, return. Bulbaplok, return and Charmanplok, you return also." Graham commanded as they went into their balls.
"Now, out with ya!" Graham shouted throwing out the balls to Washingmachineton.
September 30th, 2021, 14:10PM, Washingmachineton Hospital, Washingmachineton D.W.M
"Im finally out after that stupid guy threw an anvil on my foot. Does he even know how much that thing weighs?!" The guy said, on crutches.
"Hum, what are those on the ground? Are they Plokballs? Best find out. Come on out!" the injured man said releasing the three Ploks at the risk of his own life.
What will happen to this guy? What is the future of our dear but deadly Ploks? Stay tuned.
If anyone wants to be in this, just pick a State of Vancouver but you wont have Ploks. Just say your name, age, gender, good/bad.
I know, this is a sort of comedy but nowhere near as good as bacon's.