Blurb (Before people pick up a book to read, they usually read the blurb first! Therefore here’s a blurb for all you readers! Aren’t I nice?): IT'SA POOKEMON MASTA! The all new adventures!!

Eleven-year-old Arsh Karnkatch wants to be the world's greatest Pookemon master. With Pikachi, his elderly Pookemon behind him, he sets out to become a master! Will he do it? Arsh is probably determined, and Pikachi's power is flabbergast-ing!!

Book one, and most likely the last in the brand-new-Pookemon series, based on a never before heard TV show.


Theme Song:

I wanna be the very worst
Like no one ever was!
To lose them is my fake test,
To shame them is my cause.

I will sink in to the sand,
Searching far and wide.
One Pookemon, to mis-comprehend
The weakness that's outside.

Pookemon (Gotta lose 'em all)
It's he and she
I know it's my sanity
Pookemon
(Doh) You're my worst enemy
In a world we must pretend
Pookemon (Gotta lose 'em all)
A brain so true
Our cowardice will push us moooooo
You hit me and I'll hit you
Pookemon
Gotta lose 'em all
Gotta lose 'em all,
Pookemon!

(Author's Note: Ph3@r my lame rendition of the theme song)

Episode One

The young boy held fast to the handle as he sped down the slopes of Pallate Town. His grip tightened as he allowed his blazing red hair to fly freely behind him. He decided that he would begin to brake at the bottom of the slope but alas! His pram was still brakeless.
“Drat!! I forgot to install the breeeeaks!” he cried as he plunged into the haystack, conveniently placed in front of farmer Oak’s cottage.  
“Dude. You have to get out of town soon, or else my cows would hate you.” The farmer added.
“That’s fine with me.” The boy replied. “I’ve always dreamt of becoming a Pookemon Master! I know somewhere out there, there’s a throne, waiting for me to sit on!” The farmer shook his head and changed the position of the long stick with a bushy end he was chewing so delicately on in his mouth. He played around with his fingers, scratched his head for a while, and then finally, let out an extended, ear–piercing burp.
“Ho, that felt good. Now, what were you saying?” Flabbergasted, the young boy fell to his knees and with a tear in his eye, he kissed the farmer’s boot.
“Farmer Oak! I have always admired your professional burping! You must teach me one day when I return from my terribly long journey to become a Pookemon Master!”
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a pain in the neck?”
“Yes!”
“Good.”
“Thank you sir!” the boy exclaimed happily. It was the best day of his life! Earlier on, a wild Ratatatata, which was a neon-pink and white mouse had bitten his leg, a Podgey, an extremely fat flying bird had tapped his head twenty times and to complete his glorious day, his mother had grounded and had forbidden him to enter the house ever again unless he returned with fifty billion dollars. How fortunate could anybody get? He has got to be one of the luckiest kids around these parts. His best friend, Gorick had invited him to a tea party at three as well. The boy turned to the readers currently reading this story and said:
“Heya kids! My name is Arsh!” Arsh decided that he would go to Gorick’s house earlier and raid his refrigerator.

When he arrived at Gorick’s house, he noticed that the door had been caved inwards. Arsh quickly ran over and gave the door a mighty kick with his one tonne army boots. The door stayed still. The kick had no impact at all. Arsh tried again with every drop of strength in his body.
“GORICK!” He yelled out loud. “GORICK! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!” Arsh tried to shove the door open but it refused to budge. Arsh continued trying and failed to realize a dark, mysterious figure was standing behind him, eyes fixed on the little boy abusing the door. The mysterious figure reached out, and slammed her hand down hard onto Arsh’s head. The blow was so forceful; it could probably have been able to murder an adult elephant. Arsh revolved around on the spot until he faced the mysterious figure.
“Oh hello there Dazey!” he greeted with an equally violent thrust in to the figure’s stomach. Dazey was Gorick’s older sister. She had to be one of the thickest ladies in Pallate Town, but almost certainly one of the ladies who had the ability to absorb other people’s beauty and intelligence. If she were not daydreaming all the time, she would have gone out and sucked everyone’s beauty out of their bodies and left them dry with ugliness. This walking terror was a threat to everyone in Kanato, but nobody cared too much. They knew they were safe. Dazey was not the kind to roam around shaking people’s hands and absorbing their beauty day by day. Gorick had to be the one who had been affected the most though.
“Hell….o Ars…h.” Dazey whispered in a dreamy voice. She stood beside Arsh and placed one finger on the caved in door. The door gave way almost immediately and fell inwards with a thud. Gorick stood on the other side, staring out in the open.
“Arsh! You’re late!” Gorick cried. Arsh stepped inside and greeted Gorick with a power-packed punch in the face.
“Hi Gorick! Remember me? My name is Arsh! I will be the greatest Pookemon Master someday I tell ya! So you better be nice to me! You’ll be grateful one day!” Gorick rubbed his face and grinned.
“Yea, sure! I’ll be anticipating that day. For now, let’s start our tea party right away!” He ran up to his room at full speed and motioned for Arsh to follow. Arsh’s face lit up when he entered Gorick’s room. The room was dull, bare and boring, except for the furniture, which stood out wonderfully. Bright green bed sheets covered a well-secured cot. A gleaming Macintosh computer stood in a corner collecting dust and in another corner, several potted plants withered away peacefully, undisturbed. Gorick sat Arsh down by the cot and laid out the dolls, teacups and plates.
“Here you go!” Gorick handed Arsh the cup brimming with scalding hot water. Arsh struggled to keep hold of the cup and spilt some of the boiling water on the floor. It burnt a small hole through the wood. Arsh stared at the hole, and placed his plate over it. “What was this Pookemon Master business you were talking about earlier on?”
“Oh! My mum forbade me to return home unless I became the greatest Pookemon Master in the world.”
“Is that so? By Pookemon, you mean those grotesque pests scampering about in the grass out there?”
“Yep.”
“You know what? That almost sounds tiresome. Have you seen Farmer Oak yet?” Gorick was one nosey brat.
“Well I did…but I often fall head over heels at his perfect burping and snorting. They all sounds just right. It almost reminded me of my father.” Gorick said not one word after the mention of Arsh’s father. The continuing silence eased Arsh’s nerves slightly. He was guilty of creating that neat, circular hole in Gorick’s floorboard.
“When are you leaving?” Gorick finally broke the silence.
“I was planning on leaving straight away. After this tea party.” Arsh answered. Gorick fell silent once again. He seemed to be in deep thought. His hypnotic dark brown eyes were fixed on the location of where Arsh had put his plate. Arsh noticed this and began sweat-dropping fast. His throat was dry and his Adam’s apple moved up and down.
“I want to come!” Gorick declared.
“W-what?!” Arsh spluttered.
“Yea…I wanna come.” Gorick repeated.
“But why on earth would you want to do something this boring?”
“Either let me go with you or pay me money to fix my floorboard.” Gorick grimaced. Arsh could not refuse Gorick’s kind offer. The two rushed down the stairs and out of the house. They clambered onto Arsh’s pram, now cramped because of Gorick and Arsh himself. The duet smashed into every obstacle while traveling thirty centimeters to Farmer Oak’s cottage.
“What’s this?” Farmer Oak picked up the two boys and threw them on the ground. “What do you want now Arsh, Gorick?”
“We came to steal your Pookemon collection!” the two said in unison.
“Yea…? Well I’d like to see you two try.” The old man replied. The three people stood still and each created their very own heroic pose. Arsh had both his legs bent in the most ridiculous fashion and his back was arched all the way back. He used both arms to keep his balance. Gorick stood on one foot and bent the other leg to his knee. He had both arms up, producing a triangle, while emitting an intimidating snarl from his throat. Farmer oak sat down on the ground, folded his legs in and rested his heavy head on one arm, while the other arm rested on his waist.

Farmer Oak sighed and stood up after one hour.
“Okay, it’s obvious the winner is Arsh. He has the best hero pose out of us three.” Farmer Oak dragged the two stiff boys into the cottage and told them to take whichever Pookemon they desired.
“Oh wow. This Bobbasoar is the worst Pookemon alive.” Gorick complained.
“Pfeh. This Squatold isn’t any better.” Arsh added.
“Oh my God. This Charpanda looks like it had ice cubes for breakfast.” Gorick groaned. Arsh wandered around the cottage, picking up every Pookeball and letting the Pookemon inside them out. All of the Pookemon escaped the cottage in a flash and all but two Pookeballs remained. Arsh walked over and picked up the Pookeball with chocolate stains on the surface.
“Oh sorry, that was my mistake. I mistook cocoa powder for cleaning detergent, therefore that Pookeball might be a bit smudged.” Farmer oak explained. Gorick picked up the other Pookeball that smelt strongly of a fishy stench.
“That one I dropped into my stew while I was cooking.” The two boys were overjoyed with their very own Pookemon. They kicked Farmer Oak once each for thanks and ran out of the cottage, excited to find out which Pookemon were to be their slaves. They threw out their pookeballs at the same time and it flashed once, twice, thrice and confetti exploded out from within. Great big smiles covered the boy’s face as they both embraced their Pookemon. Gorick had chosen an Eeveerly, a coffee-coloured fox like Pookemon and on the other hand, Arsh had chosen Pikachi, a bright yellow lightening rat with patches of fur missing from it’s body. Funnily enough, it had a long, grey beard hanging from its chin. The yellow Pookemon gave a hiccup and patted its tubby tummy. It batted Arsh’s hands away, crawled up gradually and examined Arsh from head to toe.
“Do I know you…?” the yellow rat spoke. Its voice was gruff and it hung at the end of every word it said. It was just enough to make a person shudder, but this is Pookemon world, and Pookemon are slaves! So Pookemon did not frighten Arsh one bit. Yes not one bit at all! Arsh stood firm and pointed at the Pikachi.
“I, Pikachi, am your owner!!”
“H-a-h-a-h-a. Yeah. Sure. I soooooo believe you.” The Pikachi yawned, revealing a toothless mouth. Arsh thought it could certainly do with a few breath fresheners. Geez. How long has this Pikachi been in that pookeball, in Farmer oak’s cottage? Arsh could not stand old geezers. He despised them since the day they began pulling his cheeks every time they saw him. Although this was a Pookemon, it somehow had the ability to converse.
“What? What you staring at boy? Surprised I can talk? I probably have a higher IQ than you boy. So respect me. Don’t’ mess with me. Obey my every rule and fix me my meals at appropriate times.” The Pikachi ordered. Arsh could feel a hard lump in his throat. This wasn’t right. Pookemon were supposed to be the ‘slaves’, not the other way around! Arsh whimpered and sat down on the grass. Gorick was laughing at every opportunity. His Eeveerly seemed too be less arrogant, but it had curled up into a small ball of coffee-coloured fuzz and was peacefully snoozing away.  Arsh was infuriated by Gorick’s childish behaviour. He bounded up from his sitting position and bolted over to the sleeping Eeveerly. He prodded it with a nearby stick and it woke up suddenly, feeling angry, its fur stood up on end as if attracted to static electricity. The colour gradually changed from coffee-brown into bright yellow. Eeveerly had transformed into a Joltyon. The electricity cackled furiously. Joltyon, enraged by Arsh, took a step forward. Stray bolts of electricity shot in every direction. Arsh was definitely afraid.
“Gorick! Please make it stop!” Arsh simpered. The fear was unbearable. Arsh did not like electricity. He despised the very thought of it. Back at home, he hardly turned on the light in his room, because he was very afraid. A sudden thought just occurred in Arsh’s mind. His Pookemon was an ‘electric’ Pookemon. Arsh’s legs gave way and he fell to the ground. Joltyon edged closer and closer to the shivering kid. Pikachi, who was just beside Arsh made a tut-tut noise and scampered in front of Arsh.
   “Yo, Eeveerly. I’m sorry but I don’t think I can let you fry my trainer yet. I haven’t been out of my pookeball in years, so I would very much like it if you did not fry this insolent child.”
“Jooooooooooooolt!” Joltyon screeched and changed back in to his normal, naïve form, Eeveerly. With that, Arsh flung his arms around Pikachi and thanked him gratefully for saving his life.
“How are you going to have me as your Pookemon if you’re so afraid of electricity?” Pikachi inquired.
“As long as it’s not used against me, then you’re my friend.” Arsh grinned weakly.
“Hey Arsh! I picked up a Pookemon better than yours!” Gorick announced. He patted his Eeveerly on the head. “He doesn’t even have a beard like your Pikachi! I chose the young one! I’m the best!”
Arsh was just about to embrace Gorick because he said that, but he felt a cold drop of water fall onto his arm. He looked up at the sky. It had turned dark and grey rain clouds shrouded the sky. A few more drops followed and splattered onto Arsh’s face.
“Huh?” Arsh exclaimed. “It’s snowing!” Pikachi whacked Arsh on the head.
“It’s rain, not snow you idiot!”
“I knew that…” Arsh muttered. The group ran into Virideane forest ahead to take cover from the rain.