All About Pokemon

Mewtwo's Bad Day

Mewtwo enjoyed the quiet.

Every day, right about this time, he liked to stop whatever he was doing and find a quiet place to just sit, relax, and listen to the sounds of nature.

Alas; today it was not to be.

Mewtwo sighed when he sensed a familiar presence approaching.

"Mewtwo-kun!" the annoying, high-pitched voice squealed happily.

The clone didn't look up from his book.

"Go away, Mew."

The pink, cat-like Pokémon pouted.

"Why are you so mean?" she asked sulkily.

"Why are you so annoying?" he shot back.

Mew blinked, genuinely stumped.

"Is that a trick question?" she asked innocently.

"Oh for the love of…" Mewtwo muttered. His stomach rumbled.

Mew pounced on his head.

"I'm booored," she whined. "Let's play!"

"Don't you have other friends to play with? What about Celebi?"

"He's not in this century right now."

"Jirachi?"

"Sleeping, the lazy bum."

"Manaphy?"

"You know I can't swim. Besides, he's with Kyogre, doing some…Prince of the Sea stuff."

"Riolu?" Mewtwo asked desperately.

"Lucario took her on a trip."

"Uxie? Mesprit? Azelf?"

"They're not my friends! They're so high-and-mighty!"

"Anyone?"

"You know…it's like you don't want me around," Mew sniffed.

'No shit, Sherlock.' Mewtwo thought. An idea hit him.

"I know what we can play…Hide-and-Seek."

"Yay!" Mew cheered. "I'll hide! You count to one hundred."

"Okay," Mewtwo replied with a grin.

Mew flew away as Mewtwo began counting, his eyes closed.

"One…"

He opened them a crack.

Mew was nowhere in sight or in range of his telepathic senses.

"Two… Three… Lunch!"

A passing Mankey gave him a look.

"What're you lookin' at, chimp?" Mewtwo demanded, giving a patented Mewtwo Death Glare™, causing the monkey-like critter to spontaneously combust.

The Mankey shook his head and scampered off, smoking.

Mewtwo was heading to the mini-fridge in his den (What, like the most powerful Psychic-type ever can't jury-rig a portable, silent generator? Please, people; give him a little credit!) when Suicune ran up to him.

"Oi! Mewtwo!" she called. "You're needed! The Senior Council of Legends is holding an emergency meeting!"

"Perfect," Mewtwo grumbled. "So much for a peaceful lunch."

He grabbed his cell phone.

Right about then Mew flew in, peeved.

"Were you even trying?" she demanded.