High School Pokémon Part Two
(Author's note: The Pokémon in this story are anthropomorphic)
The Pokémon moved on to their next classes. There was still half a school day left for the group.
Class #4: Cooking. Teacher: Boldore.
Boldore was showing the group how to bake a cake. Before long, it finished baking one and showed it to the others.
Boldore: And that's how you bake a cake. Now, you guys try.
Bayleef was the first to try. Following the recipe, she puts in the right ingredients and eventually, she finished and the cake was perfect. Just like the instructions.
Bayleef: Now that's a cake.
Oshawott was walking towards his counter when he saw Buizel passing by with some ingredients in his hands.
Buizel: Yo man, what's up?
Oshawott: Um… hi?
Meanwhile, Rowlet was whistling a few cooking songs while waiting for its cake to be done. Little did Rowlet know, the oven was getting too hot and its cake was starting to catch on fire. Over by another counter, Sceptile and Snivy baked a wedding cake.
Sceptile: I feel like a wedding cake is a bit much, but I got to say, this thing turned out awesome.
Snivy: Well, at least it's better than the one Gliscor and Corphish made.
They looked at Gliscor and Corphish who were looking at their flattened cake.
Gliscor: I don't think we cooked this right.
Corphish: You think?
Oshawott was watching the others, amazed by their cakes. He looks at all of his ingredients.
Oshawott: Oh, man... Everyone else's cake look amazing. But, I will still try my hardest.
Oshawott then gets to work on his cake. Before long, he poured the ingredients into a tray and threw it into the oven.
Oshawott: I did it! "Food Wars" ain't got nothing on me.
Meanwhile, Muk was checking a bowl of cake batter in the microwave, but gets clobbered by Kingler.
Kingler: Next time, watch what you're grabbing.
Torracat and Lycanroc were just about finished with their cake. They took it out of the oven and check to see if it's done.
Torracat: Boy, a mountain of cake.
Lycanroc: Now, let's see if it's done.
Lycanroc and Torracat checks the cake when it explodes, covering them both with cake batter.
Torracat: Well, that literally blew up in our faces.
(Lycanroc sighs)
Lycanroc: I'm going to the restroom and try to get at least some of the cake batter off of me. I'll be back.
Torracat: Okay, later.
As Lycanroc leaves, Torracat sees Boldore coming towards their counter.
Torracat: Sorry, Boldore. But, the cake just exploded.
Boldore: I noticed. At least you tried your best.
Class #5: Mathematics. Teacher: Torterra and Bulbasaur.
Torterra and Bulbasaur were about to start math class. Just before it started, Gible had a horrified look on his face and ran away. Sceptile, Totodile, Squirtle and Noivern watched this.
Bulbasaur: What's the matter with Gible?
Torterra: He's not a big fan of math.
Bulbasaur: Fair enough. Well, we might as well start this class.
(Bulbasaur and Torterra looks at the others)
Torterra: Okay, class. We're going to be doing some basic math questions today.
Bulbasaur picks up a piece of chalk with one of its vines and writes down a math problem on the chalkboard.
Sceptile: Aw, this is an easy one. I'm a math genius! Back when I was a Treecko, I use to study math back with the other Treecko.
Squirtle: Really?
Bulbasaur finishes writing down the math problem. The board had three math problems: 2 + 5, 9 + 10 and 4 + 3.
Bulbasaur: Okay, anyone know what two plus five is?
Totodile: Oh, I know!
Bulbasaur: Yes?
Totodile says the alphabet, but then gets grabbed by Bulbasaur's vines and thrown into a bunch of empty desks.
Bulbasaur: NO, YOU LITTLE SANDILE!
Sceptile: Harsh, but I agree. The answer is seven.
Torterra: Thank you, Sceptile.
Bulbasaur: At least you're not as braindead as Squirtle.
Squirtle: Come on, dude. You know I'm not.
Bulbasaur: Oh, yeah? What's nine plus ten?
(Squirtle thinks for a moment)
Squirtle: Twenty-one?
Bulbasaur: As much as we're friends, Squirtle, no. The correct answer was nineteen.
Squirtle: Oh.
Bulbasaur: And since we're best friends, I'll go easy on you.
Squirtle: Thanks, buddy.
Torterra: Anyway, here's the next problem.
Noivern and Sceptile wrote down their answers.
Noivern: Is it seven?
Torterra: Bingo.
Bulbasaur: Okay, let's try solving for x.
Bulbasaur picks up the chalk with one of its vines and wrote a bigger math problem.
Bulbasaur: Everyone with us so far?
Sceptile's mouth was open and his twig fell out of his mouth. Noivern saw the problem and fainted. Squirtle's eyes widened.
Squirtle: WHAT?
(Squirtle flips over his desk)
Bulbasaur: Too much?
Torterra: What do you think?
Class #6: Gym. Teacher: Hawlucha.
Hawlucha was standing in a gymnasium.
Hawlucha: Okay, today's sport is Dodgeball. Boldore, go get the balls.
Boldore: Okay.
Hawlucha: Everyone else will be split into teams.
Minutes later, Boldore brought out the dodgeballs and the teams were formed. The first team was Bayleef, Donphan, Palpitoad and Krookodile. The second team was Totodile, Gible, Buizel and Oshawott.
Boldore: Looks like everyone is ready.
Hawlucha: Okay.
(Hawlucha raises his hand)
Hawlucha: Ready and...
(Hawlucha lowers his hand)
Hawlucha: Fight!
Krookodile grabs and throws numerous dodgeballs. Totodile and Oshawott start dodging the dodgeballs. Palpitoad and Buizel grab a dodgeball each and gets ready to throw. Palpitoad throws his dodgeball with all his might when Buizel jumps over it and throws his dodgeball at Palpitoad, hitting him in the face. Palpitoad was then sent flying across the court.
Buizel: How do you like me now?
(Palpitoad was then sent flying back)
Palpitoad: I like you this much.
(Palpitoad collides with Buizel, knocking each other out)
As Boldore was carrying them both away to the nurse's office, the others kept playing. Gible tried to run away, but was surrounded by flying dodgeballs. He then did something drastic. Gible opened his mouth and caught thirty balls in his mouth.
Gible: Hey, Totodile!
Totodile looks at Gible and smirks, knowing what he was planning.
Totodile: Oh, yeah.
(Totodile picks up Gible and holds him like a rocket launcher)
Totodile: Let's see you all dodge this!
Gible then fires the dodgeballs out of his mouth. Bayleef and Donphan didn't even have time to react as the dodgeballs pummeled them. Oshawott was amazed at this.
Oshawott: Hey, awesome teamwork, guys!
Suddenly, Krookodile snuck behind Oshawott and raises a dodgeball over his head.
Krookodile: Got you now, you Water-Type version of Samurai Jack!
Oshawott: Huh?
Totodile noticed this and drops Gible.
Totodile: Oh, no! I'll save you, Oshawott!
Totodile then jumps in front of Oshawott just as Krookodile throws the dodgeball. Totodile gets hit in the chest by the dodgeball. Totodile was then sent flying and Oshawott runs towards his friend.
Oshawott: Totodile, are you all right?
(Totodile smiles and looks at Oshawott)
Totodile: Totally worth it.
Before long, it was time for lunch.
(The bell rings, meaning it was time for lunch)
All the Pokémon were in the cafeteria getting lunch. Ironically, the one serving the food was Snorlax. Charizard was walking towards the counter with a tray.
Charizard: So, Snorlax, you're working in the cafeteria?
Snorlax: I know. And in case you ask, I'm not eating any of the food here.
Charizard: Alrighty. Anyway, what do you have for lunch?
Meanwhile, Bulbasaur, Squirtle and Snivy were at a table, talking about how their day was.
Bulbasaur: When we get home, I'm going to clobber Pikachu.
Squirtle: Save some action for me, buddy.
(Snivy sees Oshawott)
Snivy: Hey, Oshawott. Over here.
Oshawott sees them and walks towards them. Pignite and Bayleef were walking towards the table as well.
Oshawott: Hey, guys.
(Pignite and Bayleef sat with them)
Pignite: So, how was that dodgeball game?
Bayleef: Pretty intense. I'm surprised about the teamwork of Totodile and Gible. It was amazing.
Oshawott: Speaking of Totodile…
Bayleef: Before you say anything, Oshawott, Totodile is doing better. In fact, Quilava is bringing lunch to the nurse's office right now.
Oshawott: Well, that's a relief.
Over by the counter were Rowlet, Torracat and Lycanroc. They were getting their food.
Rowlet: Yes, lunch!
Torracat: Sweet Solgaleo, I'm starving.
Lycanroc: Save some for the others, you little Persian.
While the other Pokémon were having lunch and talking, Krookodile and Palpitoad were relaxing at a table together. They looked at the next table and saw Talonflame, Hawlucha, Noivern, Torkoal and Boldore were having lunch together. Krookodile then had an idea.
Krookodile: Hey, watch this.
Krookodile grabs an apple and throws it at Noivern. Hawlucha and Talonflame noticed this.
Both: Noivern, watch out!
Noivern noticed the apple flying towards him and ducks. Just as he did, the apple hits Torkoal on the forehead.
Torkoal: Ow!
Hawlucha: Hey! Who's the wise guy?
(Bulbasaur, Squirtle, Oshawott and Snivy noticed this)
Snivy: What happened?
Talonflame: Someone threw an apple at Noivern, but it hit Torkoal instead.
The group then noticed Krookodile and Palpitoad snickering.
Snivy: Hand me that carton of milk.
Hawlucha hands Snivy the carton of milk and she throws it at Krookodile. However, he ducks and it hits Palpitoad in the face. Krookodile growls. Suddenly, Oshawott and Noivern jumped on the tables and they along with the other Pokémon yelled two words.
All: FOOD FIGHT!
Before long, all of the Pokémon were having a food fight. There was a lot of food and drinks being thrown by all of the Pokémon.
(Boldore was using a trash can lid as a shield as Torkoal and Glalie were behind it)
Torkoal: Really? I just waxed my shell.
Bulbasaur and Squirtle were throwing food with Oshawott and Snivy when they see Swellow, Staraptor and Unfezant.
Snivy: Flying-Types at twelve o'clock.
Bulbasaur: I'll get them.
(Bulbasaur throws some pudding at them, hitting the three Flying-Types in the face)
Infernape and Sceptile were throwing food at Glalie and Scraggy, but with no luck. Scraggy throws some fruit at them, but Sceptile manages to slash through some of them. Infernape then throws a handful of mashed potatoes at Scraggy, hitting him in his face.
Scraggy: That's it!
Rowlet, Lycanroc and Torrcat flipped a table over and used it for cover. Rowlet and Torracat were throwing food, trying to protect Lycanroc.
Torracat: Can't let Lycanroc get it's fur messed up. When that happens, it goes crazy.
Rowlet: Easier said then done.
Lycanroc: You guys know that I've been controlling my emotions, right?
Both: Oh, right.
Suddenly, Rowlet and Torracat were hit in the faces by a couple of sandwiches. Lycanroc then saw them get knocked out when a pie hits it in the face. Wiping the whipped cream off its face a bit, Lycanroc's eyes turned red before grabbing another pie.
Lycanroc: Okay, you asked for it!
Bulbasaur and Snivy were throwing some food when they were both in the face with spaghetti. Squirtle and Oshawott were both laughing at this.
Bulbasaur: Funny, huh?
Squirtle and Oshawott: Yeah.
(Snivy and Bulbasaur then reached for a couple of cans of soda and shake them with their vines)
Snivy: Well, laugh this off!
(Snivy and Bulbasaur then use their vines to open the cans)
Meanwhile, Krookodile was sneaking behind Oshawott and Squirtle. He was about to throw some food at them when the two Water-Types ducked. Suddenly, soda sprayed at Krookodile and he was sent flying towards a pile of boxes, crashing into them. The others looked as Krookodile slowly gets up.
All: Sweet mother of Arceus.
(Krookodile walks towards Oshawott and looks him in the eyes)
Krookodile: Meet me by the gym after school.
Krookodile then walks away. The other Pokémon looked worried. Everyone except Bulbasaur and Squirtle looked at Oshawott, worried about what was going to happen.
Bulbasaur and Squirtle: DANG!
Charizard shakes some of the food off its wings and looks at Snorlax.
Charizard: Sorry about the mess, Snorlax.
Snorlax: No big deal, Charizard. It was nice to have a food fight.
Charizard: Guess so. Well, we better get to our final classes.
Snorlax: Okay. I might as well clean this joint up.
Charizard: Hey, do you need help getting this place cleaned?
Snorlax: Don't worry, I got my reasons for taking care of this mess.
Charizard: Okay, if you say so. See you later, man.
Snorlax: Okay, later.
(Snorlax licks its lips)
Snorlax: Well, time to get to work.
(Gible jumps out of a pile of food)
Gible: Room for one more?
Snorlax: You even have to ask?
To be concluded...
