All right, guys. Here's the rest of it. I'm thinking there'll be two more AO 
stories. Maybe three tops. I kind of have an idea about how it's going to end.
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(Gary has, in the meantime, finished his bath and put on his robe, which is 
covered with little Eevees)

GARY: "WAH HA HA HA HA HA!! What a LOSER! He's afraid of a few pretty 
girls!"

ODDISH: "I've had about as much of you as I'm going to take."

GARY: "So how are you going to do it this time? Stun Spore me to death?"

ODDISH: "Stun spore isn't lethal. It just paralyzes."

GARY: "Hit me on the head with a big spiked mace?"

ODDISH: "Too bloody. I just washed these jeans."

GARY: "Have me drink drain cleaner?"

ODDISH: "That'd be a waste of drain cleaner."

GARY: "WELL, HOW ARE YOU GOING TO KILL ME?!"

ODDISH: "I'm not going to kill you anymore, not in this series anyway. 
Every time I kill you, you come back, ruder and nastier than ever. So I have 
something different in mind for you. Something very special."

GARY: "What? Pulling out my fingernails? Transformng me into one of those 
Pokemon noboody likes? De-aging me into a two-year-old and having Bertha 
Buttkus change me?"

ODDISH: "No, no, and no. Brock, do you mind if I go and deal with this 
situation?"

BROCK: "If it'll keep me from having to deal with those pretty girls again, 
I'm all for it."

ODDISH: "Fine. Back in a flash."

(Oddish and Gary vanish in a burst of light. Several minutes pass in silence. 
then Oddish returns alone)

BROCK: "What'd you do to him?"

ODDISH: "You don't want to know."

BROCK: "Co'mon! I'm dyin' here."

(Oddish whispers to Brock. Brock's face turns pale)

BROCK: "ODDISH! (shudders) "That's absolutely horrible!"

ODDISH: "I know. Come on, let's go."

BROCK: "I'm not facing those pretty girls and that's final."

(Oddish sighs and dusts Brock with Sleep Powder. Brockfalls over. Oddish 
drags him out by the foot)

ODDISH'S VOICE: "I'm doing the Narration for this story. Recent changes in 
fanfic regulations require me to hire a Union narrator. And you wouldn't 
believe how much they charge, and you can't have then suffer any pratfalls 
because of OSHA regulations. OK, anyway. We finished our shopping. Brock 
woke up a couple of times and caused several more embarassing scenes. I don't 
think we'll be allowed back in Victoria's Secret in this lifetime. And so now 
we're back in the wilderness."

(Sure enough, they are. Brock is slicing carrots while Oddish is stirring 
some soup)

BROCK: "I really appreciate you helping me out, Oddish. I mean with cooking 
dinner and all."

ODDISH: "It's been a rough day for all of us, Brock."

ASH: "OK, well i'm going home. My mom's serving steak for dinner tonight. Too 
bad you guys can't join us."

MISTY: "Yeah, too bad!" 

BROCK: "I'm sorry, but this therapy was you guys's idea, wasn't it?"

ASH: "Don't remind us."

(Enter Pewter City Officer Jenny, on her motorcycle)

JENNY: "Hey, Brockie-poo. Wanna... go for a bike ride?"

BROCK: "AAAAAAAAGH!! Pretty girl! Pretty girl! MOMMY! No, my mommy's a 
pretty girl! DADDY! DADDY, HELP!"

(he scrambles up a tree, gets halfway up, and gets pecked in the nose by a 
Pidgey. He falls, screaming, and lands in a heap on top of Pikachu, who 
blasts him)

JENNY: "Geez. What's his problem?"

ODDISH: "I'm afraid Brock was subjected to some very intensive psychotherapy, 
designed to cure him of his thing for pretty ladies. And it worked a little 
too well."

JENNY: "Whose idea was that?"

ODDISH: "Your cousin's. She got tired of having Brock think she was you."

JENNY: "Yeah. That's the problem with being a clone. All the mistaken 
identity."

MISTY: "You're not exactly the same, though. You have different symbols 
on your hats."

ODDISH: "Brock can't see that, though."

MISTY: "How can he see anything? He doesn't have eyes."

ODDISH: "Some things, not even I know."

BROCK (coming to): "Pretty... pretty girls... must avoid... must get away..."

MISTY: "So, what are we going to do about him?"

JENNY: "Oh, I have an idea."

(she kisses Brock square on the lips. we're talking locking lips, chomping 
cheeks, major figure-8 liplock here. We hear harp music in the background, 
and see little pinkish red hearts flying around in all directions)

BROCK: "... Jenny..." 

(he kisses her right back. Suddenly, for no real reason, "Take My Breath 
Away" starts playing as they begin smooching in earnest. Oddish, Misty, and 
Ash watch this disgusting display in horror and disbelief)

ASH: "Uchhh."

MISTY: "Blechhh."

ODDISH: "Yechhh."

ASH: "Uhhh... there should be plenty of extra steak at my place."

ODDISH: "Mashed potatoes?"

ASH: "With garlic butter."

ODDISH: "Get close to me."

(he spins and vanishes. Brock and Jenny don't even notice their departure)

EPILOGUE...

(We're coming up on a little shack, out in the wilderness. Where no one's 
around to hear you scream)

ODDISH'S VOICE: "Meanwhile..."

(We're inside now. Gary is strapped securely to a chair. His arms are free, 
and he has plenty of water, and food as well. But there is a 55-inch HDTV 
in front of him. And a 300-disk DVD player, set in Endless Replay mode. 
Dust jackets for the DVD's litter the floor, including: Barney. Teletubbies. 
Sesame Street. Best of Mr. Rogers. Blue's Clues. Wee Sing. Wiggles. And 
more. Gary is being constantly bombarded with kiddie videos about friendship 
and politeness and kindness. Hour after hour after hour.....)

GARY (in a dazed voice): "Be nice. Be polite. He helpful. Be friends. 
Everyone's a winner. Be nice. Be polite. Be..."

(he is still muttering similar stuff when we fade slowly out) 
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I AM T-R-I-P-L-E- -D R A G O N F R E E ! ! !
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ODDISHQUOTE: "I'm such a lovely muffin. Just baked this morning and hot out 
of the oven. Why don't you come and buy me? Then you can sit down and eat me 
all up. I'll be the best muffin you ever had." [From A1GA]

ODDISHQUOTE: "Tell me. . . what good is mooning someone if you don't have a 
butt?" [From "The Mystical Matrix]