Parody of "How the Grinch Stole Christmas"

(Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon, everyone knows that. I also don't own "How the Grinch Stole Christmas." *cough * I actually wrote a fic without Team Rocket or Tracey! What's happening?! *lol * You will encounter bad rhyming and silly ideas. You have been warned.)

Everyone down in Pallet

Liked Ash Ketchum a lot

But Misty

Who lived just north of Pallet

Did not!

Misty hated Ash Ketchum!

He'd ruined her bike!

And now she wished that

He'd just take a hike.

It could be because her shorts were too tight

It could be that her head wasn't screwed on just right

But I think the most likely reason of all

May have been that her heart

Was two sizes too small

But whatever the reason

Her heart or her head

She stood there on Christmas Eve

Wishing Ash was dead!

Staring down from her cave

With a sour, cranky frown

At the warm lighted windows

Below in their town

For she knew that the Ketchums

Down in Pallet beneath

Were busy now, hanging a mistletoe wreath

The more Misty thought

Of this Ash Ketchum thing

The more Misty thought

"I must stop this whole thing!

Why for over a year I've put up with him now!

I must get rid of Ash Ketchum! But how?"

Then she got an idea

An awful idea!

Misty got a wonderful, awful idea!

"I know just what to do!" Misty laughed in her throat

And she made a quick Santy Claus hat and a coat

And she chuckled and clucked "What a great, funny trick!

With this coat and this hat I'll look just like Saint Nick!"

"First I need a hitman…"

Misty looked around

But since hitmen are scarce,

There were none to be found

Did that stop Misty?

No! Misty simply said,

"If I can't find a hitman, I'll make one instead!"

So she called her friend Brock

And she gave him a gun

And said when he saw Ash

To shoot him and run

But still Misty thought

That she should do something more

And the death would be better

Without blood and gore

So she sneaked down the mountain

All the way down

Toward the house where Ash

Lay a-snooze in the town

All the windows were dark

Quiet snow filled the air

All the Ketchums were dreaming

Sweet dreams without care

"This is the place," the old Misty Claus hissed

And she climbed to the roof

With a rope in her fist

Then she slid into the chimney

And quickly hit the ground

Then she stuck her head out

And peered all around

She crept toward Ash's room,

Not making a sound

When she heard something behind her

And then turned around

She saw a person there

And wondered, who?

It was Ash's mom

IQ no more than two

She stared at Misty and said

"Santa Claus, why?

Why are you going to Ash's room?

Why?

But you know that Misty was

So smart and so slick

She thought up a lie

And she thought it up quick

"Why Mrs. Ketchum,"

The fake Santa Claus said

"I was bringing him underwear,

for when he gets out of bed!"

And her fib fooled Mrs. Ketchum

Who just shook her head

Then got some cold water

And went off to bed

Then when Mrs. Ketchum

Was fast asleep

Misty crept to Ash's door

Not making a peep

Then she tied the boy up

From his head to his feet

And laughed to herself

"I just can't be beat!"

3000 feet

Up the side of Mount Bellossum

She carried Ash up the mountain

To toss him!

And what happened then?

Well…in Pallet they say

That Misty's small heart

Grew three sizes that day!

And the moment her heart

Didn't feel quite so tight

She looked down at Ash and said

"This isn't right!"

So she took him back home

And she let him go

Then later met him again

Under mistletoe!

And Misty thought of something

She hadn't before

Maybe Ash wasn't quite

As dumb as a door

She began to think of him

As someone to like!

"Besides," she thought slyly

"He still owes me a bike!"

End

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