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"And now, your hosts, Pat Sayjack and Vanna White," the announcer yelled as the two walked on the stage. After the applause and a couple of bows, the show began.

"Thank you, and welcome to our show," Vanna threw her arms in the air and received loud cheering.

"Anyway, we have a great show for you tonight. As you know it’s Pokemon week and we have some very interesting guest. Lets go meet them." Pat walked over to the red booth and pulled out his blue cards. "All right, our first contestant is Phillip Bryant, from Celadon City. Now Phillip, it says here you used to be a Pokemon Master, is this true?"

"Why yes Pat, I was undefeated for two years. Since then, I have traveled around to world and found some of the rarest and strongest Pokemon that exist. My champion team consist of Dragonite, Mew, Articuno, the very rare....

"Yawwwnnn! Ok, enough about you. Time to meet the other contestants." Pat walked over to the yellow booth. "It says here your name is Jennifer Lee, and you’re a famous Pokemon researcher. What exactly is that?"

"Well Pat, I study all sorts of species of pokemon around the world. I helped in the development of resurrecting pokemon from their fossils, but I’m known best for my discovery of a brand new pokemon species. We’re giving them away free, since we’ve figured out how to clone them. If anyone listening would like one, just call...

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Now finally, lets meet our third contestant, Pikachu." Relieved, Pat walked over to the blue booth. "Now Pikachu, I’ve heard a lot of great things about you. Is it true Team Rocket even wants to capture you because of your superiority to all other pokemon?"

"And here you have it folks, the real, glorious, wonderful, Pikachu." Pat clapped his hands and Pikachu received very loud applause from the audience.

"Not a word." They turned to the host as he was ready to start the first puzzle.

"Huh? You can’t reach the wheel? Well, I guess you could just choose an amount. Judges? Yes, that’s fine. Pikachu, choose.

"What!?!" Jennifer looked at the host with an enraged expression. "That’s not fair! Get someone else to spin the wheel for that..... that.... whatever that pokemon is!"

"I’m sorry, but that’s not allowed. No one can spin the wheel for someone else. That would be cheating," Pat corrected.

"Oh! So it’s perfectly fine for them to just choose an amount as long as no one else spins the wheel!"

"Yes! There are two A’s!" The audience cheered as Vanna walked and turned two A’s. Pikachu’s total went up to $2000. The puzzle now showed _ A _ A _ _ _ _ _ _.

"Oh yeah..." Pat put his hand on his chin and thought for a moment. "Well, we’ve already put the letters up..... so we’ll just give Pikachu this one!" Pat was about to continue but Phillip persisted.

"I guess that’s OK, but you gave him the money for it. You can’t do that!" Boo’s started coming from the audience.

For some reason, one of the stage crew members came up to Phillip. The guy was roughly 6’ 8" and he definitely worked out. He looked down at Phillip, who was only about 5’ 7" and glared at him. "You got a problem with Pikachus?" Before Phillip could answer, the guy jumped him. "My mother raised Pikachus for a living, before she died!!!" The audience roared with cheers, boo’s, laughter, and screams. A couple of stage crew members ran in to break up the fight, but six more had to be called in to restrain the big guy. Luckily, Phillip escaped with only minor injuries, but the audience booed that the fight was over.

Finally Pat said something. "People, people! What kind of show do you think this is?"

Another stage crew member ran out from the back with some poster boards. He walked up to Pat. (Since only Pat has a microphone, you can not hear the man’s words.)

"What?........... The ratings?.......... They’ve increased by how much!?!.......... What do they want me to do?........... Really?......... I’ve always wanted that job, but ‘noooo!’ This station doesn’t ‘show that kind of programming.’ " He quoted with his fingers, and mocked what Mr. Johnson the network producer had said.

"What!?!" He fiddled with the switch. "Aww man, I’ve lost this job. Sh--" The microphone clicked off before he finished the word. (Back to the...... dispute.)

"I’ll kill you! How dare you say that about my mother!" The crewman, named Frank, now yelled at Jennifer.

"Oh yeah? Well then I’ll call you that! You-" She wasn’t able to finish. More crewmen came onto the stage, and rushed them all off.

The audience wasn’t sure what was happening. Some people got up to leave, while others tried to sneak back stage. Then, the speaker blared. "We’re sorry for this delay, but changes are being made onstage. Please remain in your seats until the ‘new’ show begins." Some black screens were pushed in front of the audiences’ view, making it impossible to see what they were doing onstage.

After about half an hour the screens rolled back. Everyone was shocked at what they saw. The walls were made of brick columns and there were green stripes every couple of feet, and there were wooden chairs arranged in the middle. On the opposite walls ‘Jerry Springer’ was painted in light blue and there was now a door leading backstage, and there were also TV monitors set around the stage. But perhaps the most surprising sight, was Jerry Springer himself, holding a microphone, in the middle of it all....

"Good evening, and welcome to a... special edition of Wheel of Fortune. I’ll be your guest host, Jerry Springer." The audience cheered and applauded. "Thank you. Today’s topic, People and Pokemon: Why can’t we just get along?"

"I’ll tell you why! It’s because-" One of the guest ran out, but was quickly pulled back.

"Today’s guest are Pat Sayjack, Phillip Bryant, Jennifer Lee, Frank Dolts, and Pikachu." Everyone walked on the stage and took a seat.

"Well, they all was making fun of my dear old mommy’s pet Pikachu." Frank explained. "I just couldn't stands it no more, so I came out and tried to settle it. I tried talk’en real nice, but they kept on going, sows I slugged ‘em."

"Yeah!" Everyone continued yelling with the occasional throwing of a chair, but no one escaped Pikachu's Thunder Attack. Even Jerry and the audience were fried to a crisp.

Suddenly a man in a business suit walked out on the stage. Everyone stopped talking and stared as Pat went to greet him.

"Well, we sorta got sidetracked. Heh heh. But I promise we’ll fix it immediately, and it will never happen again."

The producer waved Pat closer, and leaned close to his ear. "YOU"RE FIRED!!!!!" Pat fell backwards, but quickly recovered.

"We’ve already hired a replacement. Mr. Trebeck?" Alex Trebeck walked out on the stage holding Pat’s blue cards.

"Now we should have a fair chance at this game," Jennifer whispered to Phillip, who nodded.

"YOU CAN’T BE SERIOUS!!!" Pat was stupefied. "You’re replacing me with HIM?"

"Yes we are. Now men, get this stage back together." Twenty-or-so men came out and started tearing down things and putting up other things. Finally, the old Wheel of Fortune stage was restored, with the exception of a couple of things. For one, Alex had a booth to stand at, and behind him was a big TV screen. The contestants’ booths were still red, yellow, and blue, but they were shaped differently, and their names were on them (Pikachu’s had a paw-print). But other than that, the stage was the same.

"All right men, that’s good. Lets go," The producer yelled. They packed their tools and left. The contestants returned to their booths... almost.

"He said it’s only fair since he’s the special guest, and frankly, I agree with him."

"What!?!" Jennifer looked around and saw many audience members agreed. "Fine," she gave up and traded places with Pikachu.

"Ok, now let’s start the show. Phillip, I believe you’re first." Phillip reached down to spin the wheel, but there wasn’t a wheel to spin.

"Oh yes, I forgot to tell you." Alex turned around to the giant TV. Some weird noises went off and categories appeared.

"Ok, Pokemon types. Answer is: This type is weak against water and strong against plant." Jennifer buzzed in.

"Correct, but I’m sorry, it’s not your turn. Pikachu?" Pikachu smirked at Jennifer.

"Category is Evolution. Answer is: From Lapras." Phillip and Jennifer looked at each other blankly. Pikachu smiled.

"That sound means we’re almost out of time. Moving on to the final round. You’re category is Pokemon, answer is: this pokemon’s name starts with... a letter. You have until this song is over. Go!" The pokemon theme song came on and the contestants started writing....

"All right, time’s up. Phillip let’s start with you." Phillip held up his board (which looked exactly like a chalk board).

"Ha ha, nice try, but I can’t let you do that." A stagehand ran out and wiped off the negative sign. "So you’re score is... very low. Jennifer lets see what you have?"

‘This show is rigged! It’s fixed and it sucks. I wish Alex Trebeck would go jump off a cliff. Pikachu should be disqualified for not speaking English, and then should be burned at the stake!’...

"Well, I’m sorry, but that is wrong. And this is the 90’s, we don’t ‘rig game shows’ or ‘jump off cliffs’ and we especially don’t ‘burn Pikachus at the stake.’ And your wager?"

"It’s Ok. I’m sure I’ll be able to read you hand writing." Pikachu held up something that even the government couldn’t decode.

"And Pikachu is our winner, with... more money than the two of you combined." Alex said pointing to Phillip and Jennifer. "Join us here tomorrow with two new guest and our new champion, Pikachu!" Suddenly, the lights clicked off, leaving everyone there in the dark.

"Moowhahahahahaha!" Laughed an evil voice. "I am the Phantom of the Wheel! Alex Trebeck, prepare to die! Mowahahaha!"

"Umm, Pat?" Alex flipped a switch making the lights come back on. Pat Sayjack was standing in the middle of the stage with a black cape and mask on, doing some weird pose.

"Yes, I was! But now I’ve come back as the Phantom of the Wheel for revenge! Ahahahaha!"

"Well, that’s nice. See you tomorrow." Pat looked up from his pose to see that the building had emptied

"Hey! Where is everybody? Hello? Don’t leave me here! Anybody?" The lights clicked off once more, it was

Questions, comments, flames? Send me some feedback at PkmnGirl04@aol.com I'd love to hear from you! ~Jenny