This is a random fanfic centered around Dialga, Palkia, Giratina and this adventure they have. It popped into my head one day and it grew a bit until it became a monster! until I decided to post it here.

Let us hope I have enough interest in this to finish it. Unlike those other two fanfics of mine.



"Wake up, Dialga!"

"Yeah, what he said!"

Dialga opened his eyes to see Palkia's widely beaming face just inches from his own drowsy one.

"GAH! Don't do that! You know I hate it," exclaimed Dialga, recoiling from Palkia, which was a tad difficult in his lying-down position on the stone floor of Mt. Coronet.

"Yeah, but we found a map, Dialga!" said a wildly excited voice. Dialga looked up to see Giratina. It was likely was he also smiling widely, but he had no visible mouth so Dialga couldn't be sure.

Palkia straightened up beside the six-legged ghost dragon. "I'll show the map, Di...Di...what's you name again?" he asked.

"I think it's Diamond," Giratina answered, even though the question wasn't directed at him.

"It's Dialga," Dialga snapped, annoyed and suprised is fellow dragons would forget his name after they'd known him for, what, centuries now?

"Right. Anyway, here's the map." Palkia took an ordinary sheet of paper out of apparently nowhere (he didn't have pockets) and held it out to Dialga expectantly.

"I don't have arms, you idiot!"

"Oh yeah." Palkia set it down in front of Dialga, who promptly looked down at it.

"It's just a bunch of red scribbles," he said.

"Oh, sorry, that's not the map," said Giratina, kicking the sheet of paper aside with one of his short li'l legs. "It's my latest masterpiece. It's called the Mona Lisa. Original, huh?"

"Yeah, here's the map," Palkia said, taking a yellowed sheet of paper out of, again, apparently nowhere, and, again, set it in front of Dialga, who, again, looked down at it.

"It's just a bunch of blue scribbles," he remarked.

"NO IT ISN'T!" Palkia shouted. "SLAY THE UNBELIEVER!"

"'Slay'?" Dialga repeated.

"GHOSTIE WING-THINGS, ATTACK!" Giratina commanded his wings.

Nothing happened, though Giratina and Palkia continued to stare at them expectantly.

"Okay, wha-" Dialga started.

"HUSH! They're sleeping!" Giratina cut off, refering to his wing in case y'all didn't know.

"They can't-"

"HUSH!" Palkia yelled.

Umm. . .nice writing, but a strange storyline! Keep it up! I can't wait to see more!

Thanks! ^^ Chapter 2 will be up soon, I just need to go write it.

It's funny! I like it. Strange is cool! Strange is...unique. :P

"Right, I'm going back to sleep," said Dialga.

"NO! We need to figure out what the map means!" Palkia objected.

"You can, I'm leaving," Dialga replied.

"But we need you!"

"Why?"

"Because!"

"Because why?"

"Because!"

"You're not going to leave me alone until I come with you, are you?"

"Nope."

"Fine then, I'm coming."

"YAY!" said Giratina. "Now we need to consult Arceus about the map."

Dialga opened his mouth to tell them that the map was just a bunch of meaningless scribbles, but thought better of it.

"Okay," said Palkia importantly, "to get to Arceus, we must go through the desert of the evil munchkin Jigglypuff, over the pebble of everlasting pebbleness, and across the puddle of drowningness."

"Um, you do know Arceus lives here in Mt. Coronet, right?" Dialga asked

"Yeah," Palkia replied. "See, here's the the desert of the evil munchkin Jigglypuff"-he pointed to a dry patch of sandy ground where a tiny Jigglypuff cackled evilly-"the pebble of everlasting pebbleness"- he pointed to an ancient-looking pebble-"and the puddle of drowningness." He pointed to a large puddle where another tiny Jigglypuff was drowning.

Dialga stared at all of these "obsticles" and said, "I'm taking the shortcut." He turned to leave. Giratina and Palkia followed suit.

Then the evil munchkin Jigglypuff went to the puddle and pushed the other one down.

When Dialga, Palkia and Giratina arrived at Arceus's lair, he wasn't there, but a happy-looking Spiritomb was.

"Hi there," he said when he saw the trio. "I'm Boris, Arceus's secretary. Do you have an appointment?"

"Well," Dialga replied, "I'm here to see if Arceus can take these two to the aslyum, they want him to figure what this 'map' means, and since when does Arceus have a secretary?"

"Since, uh, last week," replied Boris somewhat nervously. "Arceus isn't here at the mo-"

"OMG it's a bear!" Palkia shouted suddenly. He threw himself at the space to the left of Boris and started wrestling the nonexistent bear.

"We must videotape this!" Giratina declared, taking a camera out of nowhere.

"Where do you keep that stuff?" Dialga asked. "You don't even have pockets."

"True," replied Giratina, nodding. "Wait, you're right...OMG I'm having a mental breakdown!" He began to shake violently.

"OMG the bear doesn't exist!" Palkia yelled, also starting to shake violently.

"What the-" Boris began.

BOOM.

Palkia and Giratina had exploded, leaving Dialga and Boris blackened with third-degree burns and Arceus's lair in scorched ruins.

"WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED TO MY LAIR!?" screamed an all-too-familiar voice.

"Uh-oh," said Boris.

0_0 Whoa TMI! j/k, j/k...

xD Your story's still funny! Who knew Arceus had a secretary?

Arceus stared in disbelief at the charred rubble that was once his lair.

"These two buffoons exploded," Dialga nodded to the unconsious forms of Giratina and Palkia after seeing Arceus's "WTF" look.

"But they can't learn Explosion," Arceus replied.

"They had mental breakdowns."

"Again?"

"Yep."

"Uh...I'm going now," said Boris, zooming toward the entrance.

Arceus blocked his way. "You again?" he growled. "How many times do I have to do tell you that I don't need a secretary?"

"I wasn't trying to be your secretary!" Boris cried in inconvincing wounded tones.

"Yeah you were," Dialga said. "You told us that. You even asked if we had an appointment."

Arceus glared at Boris, who blurted out, "But I live to serve you!"

"That's not saying much, considering you're a ghost," Dialga said.

Boris glared at Dialga, then said to Arceus, "You can't just toss me out! I'm burned!"

Arceus opened his mouth to speak when suddenly Celebi appeared above Dialga's head.

"What happened here?" she asked, looking around the ruined cavern.

"They happened," Dialga gestured to Giratina and Palkia.

"I'm going to go get Groudon and have him fix my lair," said Arceus."Celebi, heal everyone, mm'kay?" He Teleported away.

"I'm not going to heal you," Celebi told Dialga nastily. "You stole my title as a time traveler!"

"So? You can do other stuff. Like heal. So heal me."

Celebi ignored him and used her healing powers of d00m on Boris.

Then on that very moment the Evil Munchkin Jigglypuff entered the lair. Cackling evilly, he prodded Dialga's blackened leg with a crimson trident. It hurt a lot to have three sharp prongs poking a third-degree burn.

"That's right, do that," Celebi encouraged.

"Ouch! That hurts! Stop it!" Dialga snapped at the EMJ, but he prodded even harder. And got Roar of Time'd across the lair.

"Heal me now, or I'll do the same thing to you!" Dialga snarled at Celebi.

"Fine." She stretched out her arms over him and closed her eyes.

“Well?” Dialga asked after ten seconds of waiting.

“It takes a while,” Celebi snapped, opening one eye.

“It didn’t take a while when you were healing that annoying Spiritomb!”

“Yes, but I don’t like you, so I’m prolonging it.”

“Oh come on.”

More waiting.

“You know, this really hurts, so hurry up!”

POOF.

Dialga was completely healed. He was relieved- until he heard familiar voices behind him.

“Yay! The map wasn’t damaged!’

“Let’s go find Arceus!”

Dialga turned around and saw Palkia and Giratina, fully healed and looking around the destroyed lair.

“You healed them too?” he asked Celebi.

“You were being rude,” she answered simply.

“Hey Diamond, where’s Arceus?” Palkia asked.

“Firstly, my name isn’t Diamond, it’s Dialga, and secondly, Arceus left to find Groudon.”

“Liar, he’s right there!” Giratina nodded to where Arceus had just appeared, grumbling.

“You’re a liar,” Palkia told Dialga. “You lied, liar-“

“Okay, I get it!” Dialga snapped.

“Groudon said he was too tired to come fix my lair right now, in case you’re wondering,” Arceus said.

“Hey Arceus, what does this map say?” asked Palkia, running up to Arceus and thrusting the map in front of him.

“I don’t know,” Arceus replied crossly. “Go ask Uxie.”

“To Uxie!” Palkia declared.

No offence or anything but the story is loseing it's humor! & it's getting harder to undersatand. I hope in chapter 4 you can get it back together!

omg lol, this is so funny! XD

This reminds me of my fanfic, Pokemon Stupidity. :lol:

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I don't understand it. >>;; Maybe this just isn't my type of humor fic, I dunno. XD It varies within everyone, I guess.

XDD;
This is so funeh, I like it a lot! ^^
*hopes Uxie is some wacko, crazy, pyschic girl*
It's really good, keep it up.

Wow, I was not expecting this much feedback. Hmm, I'll write up Chapter 4 soon.

Good idea, I might use that. ^^