Team Rocket Bunson and Bashou
Buneary Season!
Psyduck Season!
Buneary Season!
Psyduck Season!
One of us has to be right,
How about someone choose before we fight?
Stranger what do you think,
We must know now so don't you blink.
How about we buy you breakfast,
For having to deal with this horrible manifest?
Team Rocket's Profit Expansion Division
Buson and Bashou
Page of Chalices
Oh, hello China! It's nice to see you around,
You're the first country here that I have found.
If I might be candid, I really must admit,
For anyone else my words would up and quit.
You're really quite admirable for dealing with such a lot,
Calmness in the chaos although it seems for naught.
While we have a moment, I'll offer some green tea,
Let's sit and drink a bit--perhaps the world'll let us be.
I'm afraid I must be going now, my Lady comes a-calling,
I'd like to stay but must go before she finds me galling.
Oh, right the tea cup! Consider it a gift from me,
We have so many in our little kingdom by the sea.
--Page of Chalices
It's always nice to see a familiar face,
There's so many people wandering this place.
Um, how about a story that is difficult to tell,
It's about a goblet, a little fish and a well.
Many in my kingdom have an affinity for cups,
Like how others like flowers or cute little pups.
The King, the Queen and their entire court,
Carry such chalices of a wild assort.
At the bottom of the ladder you'll find a page,
The youngest in court and paid minimum wage.
As pages must she traveled across the land,
Scurrying around to deliver letters by hand.
On one such occasion, she decided to take a break,
And by a well she did stop for water to take.
Up came the bucket filled to the very brim,
Her goblet across the liquid's surface she did skim.
Happy with her beverage, she goes to take a drink,
A fish swims up and stares at her quick as a wink.
Startled by the fish in her chalice silver pure,
She flailed the cup about without her grip secure.
The fish and cup go flying away with much clanking, clatter,
Into the well both disappeared with only a small splatter.
...Do you mind me hanging around for a while,
I'm afraid my Lady might be a bit hostile.
--Page of Chalices
Celestial Centaur
As your walking down the path towards your home after a long day of catching grunnies you notice something sparkling. A closer look reveals a trail of sparkles and.... hoof prints? Against your better judgement you decide to follow them into the woods near your home. Entering a forest clearing your are surprised to see a sparkling centaur with long waving purple locks. The snap of a twig alerts her and she spins around startled. You gaze into her eyes and she stares back. &Are you lost youngling?& Mesmerized by the dust seeming to swirl around her you can not reply. She merely smiles and pulls out a small box and hands it to you. You look down at the box and look up to say thank you but there is nothing but glittering dust.
Celestial Centaur
The horror twins
Horror Twins
Yzenon
: I...I am lost...where am I...who am I...Why...why did I have this? Here, take it. I don't remember why I needed it in the first place...
Yzenon
Fluttershy
It is a beautiful day in Ponyville. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and the cute little baby bunnies are frolicking in the meadow. Yep! Nothing could possibly. . .
*AAAAAAAAAAEEEEEIIIIIIII!* A voice suddenly shrieks the sound echoing all across Ponyville. It sounds like Fluttershy! You run over to see what&s wrong, several ponies following with the same intent.
In the meadow, you see Fluttershy in the fetal position. Her hooves are covered in a colorful muck and blood. *This is horrible. . . just horrible. . . * she whisperes.
*Fluttershy?* You ask. *Are you okay?*
Fluttershy narrows her eyes at you. *How can you ask a question like that at a time like this?!* she says. Her voice is soft despite her manic behavior. *A giant robot rabbit came in and threw a bunch of colorful baby bunnies into a hopper, grinding them into& this!* she holds out her hooves for everyone to see.
The ponies begin to mumble to themselves, wondering about mechanical bunnies and the like (you overhear some pony mention something about a Rainbow factory). You speak again. *Look, you& have been through a lot tpday. You should go home and. . .*
Fluttershy
*Home?!* Fluttershy glares at you again, harsher. *There are so many more baby bunnies to save! I simply cannot go home now! And you have to help me! Take this! It will help!* She shoves a giant box into your hooves and runs away, screaming, *Do not worry, little ones! Mamas coming!*
The white hare
Oh dear, oh dear!
I'm late! I'm late!'
Cried the silly little hare
Holding a china plate.
And running in a shilly-shamble
It dropped a gift in the prickly bramble.
~The White Hare ~
ither-thither pitter-patter
Wambly wobbling the lawn over
The hare zwagged 'Oh heavens! The hatter!
He grows only madder!
And the queen will have my head for tea
No one's to pity me!'
In all the bother, the bewildered hare
Dropped yet another parcel
On the green lawn spare
Of gleaming spring bluebells.
~ The White Hare ~
Little Art Angel
Happy Easter!
~Little Art Angel
Spastic Hedgehog
*Jingle Jingle Jingle*
*jinglejinglejinglejinglejinglejingle*
...
Ahem.
Dashing through the blood
Of the grunnies in my way,
Kill them to make paint
And singing while I slay!
Sound of Grunnies heads,
Crunching as I walk,
I think I stick them on a pole
And grind them to make chalk!
Oh~!
Jingle eggs, jingle eggs,
Kill all of the Grunnnz...
Strap them to a kitchen chair
And give the Grunz the runs!
Oh!
Jingle grunz, jingle grunz,
Kill that Diedrich dead,
Tie him to a rocketship
And blow his little head... off!
-- Spastic Hedgehog
The Twilight Zone
We have here the story of I Nyotalia China I . An unsuspecting grunny hunter who is about to get the lesson of a lifetime. It started out as nothing more than innocent fun. Nothing but using our time to gather up grunnies to artistically put together in exchange for items of great fortune. But, at what cost is such mischief? Especially when one chase sends I Nyotalia China I over a hill and into...The Twilight Zone.
