Misty Goes to America

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Misty paced around in her room, with the rain beating down on
the glass window. The sky had poured buckets for the last three days
non-stop, Brock, Ash and Scott were all down at the sauna and gym,
and shopping's no fun alone (for Misty, it is.)

She had been thinking about Togepi again. Ever since she let
it go, she hadn't had a decent night's sleep. But then, Ash doesn't
seem to have any trouble letting Pikachu go. She had wondered how he
could ever do that.

She picked up the day's edition of local newspaper, flipped
through the whole thing, and then, suddenly, saw a one-page ad on the
new Hawaii Safari Zone on Maui. She rushed out of her room, and ran
downstairs.

At the pool, Ash was learning how to swim. Brock was in the
gym, working out (and ogling the ladies, again...), and Scott was
sitting on one of the deck chairs, reading the newspaper, and once
in a while, a quick glance at Ash's progress.

"Whew! I never knew learning how to swim was this...exhausting."
Ash replied, climbing out of the water.

"Well, if you don't learn how to swim, one of these days, you'll
go into the water, and there won't be me or Misty there to save you!"

"Hmph. Talk all you want, you can teach yourself from now on.
I'll be in the gym if you need me."

Too late. Scott had disappeared. Ash jumped back into the
water. He slowly swam a few laps, until suddenly, Misty showed up,
with something in her hand. Ash climbed out of the water, and went
up to Misty.

"Look at this, Ash." Misty replied. "You want to capture more
Pokemon before going up to Alaska to challenge the Elite Four, right?"

"Didn't you remember that little thing that Brock found in that
Pokemon Friend magazine last month?"

"You mean the Pokemon F-1 World Championship, the race for Gym
Leaders, champs and ex-champs of all the Pokemon Leagues of the world?"

Ash looked around. The lines were fairly short, and the four
got in quite quickly. Once into the park, Brock looked around, while
Ash and Misty took the train ride into the wild Pokemon area to catch
some new Pokemon.

Ash and Misty got on, and as the train pulled out of the
station, Brock shouted, "Don't take too long, there's going to be
an official grand opening ceremony back at the plaza with the new
NAPL champ."

The train pulled into the bushes, and after numerous stops, it
stopped at a long wooden platform in the middle of tall grasses and a
small passageway out into the capturing area. Ash and Misty got off,
and followed the other passengers along the path.

Once out of the passageway, there was a small wooden shed with
a ranger waiting with a stack of boxes. Ash and Misty both got a box,
and was ushered into the grasses, where new Pokemon await in hiding.

Ash and Misty opened up their boxes, and found a bunch of Safari
Balls and a small box of bait. They walked down the passageway, and then,
ducked into a small forest of tropical trees. Then, suddenly, a Mankey
appeared.

Misty stood up, and tossed her first Safari Ball at it. She
tried a few more times, and finally, on a very lucky shot, caught it.
The ball fell onto the forest floor, jiggled a bit, and then, finally,
the light went off.

Misty placed her new Mankey in her pocket, and then, suddenly,
she noticed a Caterpie crawling up her back. She screamed, but Ash was
there to capture it with one of his Safari Balls.

Then, suddenly, a whole horde of Caterpies emerged, and Misty
screamed at the top of her lungs, and ran back to the entrance. Ash
ran after her, but suddenly, a Dugtrio popped out of the ground in
front of him.

Ash made no mistakes, and captured it with one shot. He then
continued to chase after Misty, who had already checked out, and was
waiting for the train to come and take her away from all those squirmy
bugs.

"Gary! How could he have won the NAPL championship so fast?
He couldn't even beat Blake, so how could he have destroyed the North
American Elite Four?"

"That Gary...Always trying to one-up me...and now that I've
given my Pikachu to Scott..."

"Ash, have faith in Scott. He's come through for you so many
times, and I'm sure he'll do it again."

"I know. I was at a bar with him back in Seattle when Gary
and those TR crud buckets showed up..."

"Well, I guess maybe he CAN be trusted. Let's go to sleep, Brock.
We've got a big day tomorrow."

The sun was shining above, the stands were crowded, and the
racers were all lined up at the start. Among the 45 racers entered,
Ash was riding his Ponyta, Misty her Gyarados, Scott his Dragonair
and Brock his Onix.

But in the back row, was Cassidy on her own Pidgeot. Jesse,
James and her had drawn lots earlier. Their plan was to wipe out
the racers, win the gold medal, and claim the prize: A check for
$2 million.

With that cash, they could bust Giovanni out of jail, and
restore him to his place as the head of TR. Then, once he's back,
he would reward all three of them handsomely with lots and lots of
perks and goodies.

The light changed from red to green, and the racers take off,
with loud cheers from the crowd. Down the first stretch they go, with
Ash and Brock in the lead, with a man on a Electrode not far behind
them.

Cassidy ordered her Pidgeot to blast off, and it flew past
all the racers, and into the lead. That move also does double-duty,
as two racers riding Dodrios lose control, as both Pokemon's head
start to fight each other.

The racers come up to their first obstacle, which was a mud
puddle. Many of the racers had no trouble, as they either went over
the stepping stones, swam across (the mud was very runny), dug under
the thing, or just simply fly across.

With the pond out of the way, the next obstacle was a large
minefield. Again, many of the racers had no problem, but some of the
more careless ones got hit, and those who do were forced to drop out
of the race.

With Cassidy and her Pidgeot still in the lead, the racers
now head into a narrow mountain pass. The lead pack goes through
safely, but suddenly, an avalanche of rocks fell from above,
shutting off the pass, and forcing the trapped racers to drop out.

Now with the field down to 25, the racers continue on a long
stretch of track. This was the perfect time for racers to overtake
their opponents, and gain some ground on them too, as these straight-
aways were rare.

After three miles of straight track, the racers come up to a
tunnel, which was an old abandoned mine shaft. Racers are to run the
maze inside the mountain without getting falling into a trap, or
getting lost in the numerous tunnels.

The racers rush in, and with the help of her TR cohorts and
a short-wave radio, Cassidy made her way through, and back out into
the sunshine, while the others were still trapped inside, either
lost, or have fallen into the traps.

But, all our friends safely make their way out of the tunnel
with the rest of the group, with Cassidy holding onto a commanding
lead out in front. This was now time for some on-the-run strategy.

"Okay, on the count of three, we all pull into hyper drive."
Misty shouted. "One...two...three..."

Suddenly, all four racers takes off in a flash, and soon, back
in sight of Cassidy. In one move, they had closed the gap between them
and her by 3 to 4 minutes, with three more obstacles to go before the
finish.

The next obstacle was a dark, dense rainforest. Many racers
go into the forest, but do not come out, as if any racers are caught
in one of the many hidden traps, they are immediately eliminated from
the race.

Cassidy goes in, and again, she blasts through the forest, and
emerges back out into the sunshine. One down, two more to go. Now, TR
was totally sure that they have the whole race (as well as that $2
million) in the bag.

The next obstacle was a very sharp angled curve which racers
had to have a lot of control over their Pokemon to prevent run away,
or even falling over the sides. Cassidy, as usual, breezed by the
whole thing.

Our friends, meanwhile, also have no trouble with their
Pokemon. The man with the Electrode was losing control, and
suddenly, fell into a large pit. Electrode exploded, knocking
out all the Pokemon.

Our friends barely dodged the explosion, and continued to
pursue Cassidy. There was now only one more way to stop her, and
that was the feeding gates. Racers are to stop, and cannot continue
until the dish with Pokemon Food is empty.

Cassidy arrived their first, and our friends soon after.
The Pokemon dig in, and quickly devoured the food. With one gulp,
Scott's Dragonair swallowed the whole plate, and took off toward
the finish.

Cassidy's Pidgeot finished next, and seeing how far Scott
had gone, she took off after him. Misty, Ash and Brock's Pokemon
finished in that order after that, and they, too, continued their
pursuit of Cassidy.

With 2,500 meters to go, Cassidy had regained the lead. Our
friends catch up, and now, it was a five-way race to the finish. It
was deadlocked, and it was nose-to-nose. This was going to go down
to the wire.

Then, suddenly, Ash's Ponyta started to glow, and it instantly
evolved into Rapidash. He blasted off, and took a slight lead. The
others followed, and then, suddenly, the finish line came within sight.

But then, Misty saw a bunch of people of the track. It was
Erika, Lt. Surge, Blaine and Sabrina, waiting to apprehend Cassidy.
They catch her and her Pidgeot, and now, it was down to between Ash,
Scott, Brock and Misty.

Our friends all trip the beam at the same time, and the crowd
cheered as they did so. The race was going to be determined by a photo
finish, and by the looks of it, it was going to be tough to determine
the winner.

A few minutes pass, and the judges' decision was handed down.
The image of the finish line was shown on the Jumbotron, and the voice
of the announcer came back onto the PA with the results.

"Here's the results, folks: In third place, just 7/100edths
of a seconds back of the leader, Brock Stone with Onix!"

Brock stepped up to the third podium step, and received his
bronze medal. One of the ladies kissed him, and his face immediately
turned bright red. He shook himself, and waved to the crowd as they
applauded.

"Second place, 2/100edths of a second behind the winner...Oh,
look at this...we have a tie...Ash Ketchum and his Ponyta and Scott
McGwire and Dragonair!"

Ash and Scott stepped up to the podium, and got their silver
medals, as well as a kiss from the lady. They waved, and the crowds
cheered again.

"And we all know who will win the World Championship and that
$2 million dollar check...The winner...Misty Katsumi Waterflower and
her Gyarados!"

Misty was stunned. She had single-handedly won the Pokemon
F-1 championship with a Pokemon that three weeks ago, she had no
control over. She stepped up to the podium, and received her gold
medal and check.

The crowds cheered, and the Cerulean Gym Leader waved, and
smiled. Ash, Brock and Scott mobbed her, and then, the officials
motioned to Misty for a speech. With her tears held back, Misty
stepped up the front.

She had next to nothing to say, and Ash, Brock and Scott
mobbed her again. A siren was heard from the background, but nobody
cared, as the day truly belonged to Misty and her Gyarados, and no
one can take that from her, not even TR.

Later, at the hotel...

"That was so cool, Misty. What are you gonna do with that $2
million?" Ash asked.

"I don't know, Ash. Probably remodel the gym back at Cerulean,
travel around the world...I don't know." Misty replied.

"Yep. I'm ready, my Pokemon's ready...I guess you can't get
any readier than that..."

"Maybe so, Ash, but you forget that Gary is the man to beat
after you beat the Elite Four."

"Oh, can't you stop it about AJ? I destroyed his Sandshrew,
and he's some deadbeat somewhere out there. End question."

Misty walked out of the room, and closed the door. She had a
funny feeling that Ash was heading into disaster, but Ash does sound
confident, why continue the hold onto the leash? She forgot about it,
and went back into her room.

That night, she had a weird dream about Ash and a disaster.
But before it ended, she woke up in cold sweat. Maybe I was right,
she thought. But who cares? Ash is mature enough. She fell back to
sleep, with that feeling nagged on until the light of day.