Yippee! I got this awesome idea, inspired by watching tv. So if this stinks, I blame television!

May, Drew, Ash, Brock and Max are hit up to preform a play for all the pokemon coordinators and people who help set up the grand festival, and they are forced to play Aladdin. But they aren't really into it, and its not as good as it could be. So finally, the director Marshal is fed up with May and Drew bickering, Max pointing out the spelling errors on the script, Brock trying to marry her, and Ash's constant stomach. So, she slips them a potion, and it all goes down hill from there.

May: "Is that even illegal?!"

Me: shrug "I don't know, but it'll make a great story."

Ash: stomach growls "Do you have anything to eat?"

Drew: "Back2Freestyle15 does not own Pokemon, or Aladdin... Back2Freestyle15? What kind of a name is that?"

Max: "Not a name in the dictionary, thats for sure."

Me: "Oh, go play with your Pokedex Max. Now, on with the show!"

"Only if the shoe fits... I mean... um... sorry, wrong script." Ash quickly chucked a stack of papers behind him, as he searched his pockets for the Aladdin scripted. May sighed and sat down on the floor of the stage. He went through this everyday, and it was starting to get boring. Yesterday, he had red a line from the Little Mermaid ("Part of your world...? What the?) and the day before that, was Peter Pan ("Just a little pixie dust and...?). She heard Drew grumbled and lean up against the wall.

"This is embarrassing me." He said grumpily. "Hey, I didn't volunteer for this either, Drew. You think I want to be here? I should be winning contest right now!" May stoutly said.

"You? Winning contest? I think your confusing us up again, May." May frusteredly yelled and threw her script at him.

"You know, you should really run spell check on these things, before you print them out. I've found thirteen misspelled words on two pages." Max remarked, calmly walking in between May and Drew, then stopped. Wheres Brock? All too soon he heard his voice, begging Marshall to marry him.

Max stomped over and pulled his ear. "Sorry Brock, you didn't get the act."

Marshal glared at her cast. She was tall, strict, but easily likable. She had teal long, blue hair, a black short sleeved polo, and a white skort. She also worn a pink striped hat, and big hooped golden earrings. She was known to have completely breathtaking plays, and was commonly thought as the best director in any league. If someone had the chance to attend one of the shows, he would be considered very fortunate and even more fortunate to take a part in her shows but Marshall shook her head. Never had she had a terrible crew like this one. She saw May and Drew battled each other in the last Grand Festival, and knew they would be perfect for the acts. So, naturally, she was delighted to hear that May had some friends that traveled with her. It was suppose to be perfect, and yet, they had been practicing with the script for two weeks now, and had only three days till they were suppose to show, and even she was nervous.

Marshall stood up straight, this had gone on long enough. "Alright, places everyone! Lets do a practice rehearsal!" People scurried around as Brock got in place.

"You there! You look like a fine traveler! Come closer! I'm sure I could find you something special!" Marshall, who was on stage and the person Brock had been asking too, shook her head and walked away.

"Wait! Wait! I see your a very good salesmen, and for you, I have a very special gift!" Marshall stopped and turned around. Brock took out a black lamp, and held it very carefully.

"You see this? This very lamp changed the life of a young man! Yes, yes its true! Come closer, and I will tell the tale!" Marshall grinned and sat down on the floor, Indian style. "It all started one dark and gloomy night..."

Next, Brandon, Ash's brown haired friend, came on stage, dressed like Safar, the evil adviser. Marshal climbed off stage, as she watched Brandon, satisfied. He was the only one that took his job seriously, and she had made a excellent decision giving him that part, he was perfect for it. But soon Drew came on, and the play went down hill from there. They all remember their lines, there was nothing wrong with it, but she just couldn't get them into it, like Brandon. If she could, the play would be her best yet. They went through the play, without in troubles in 2 and ½ hours. She then dismissed them all, and told them there would be no practice the next day. People gasped, they knew they still had work to do, but Marshall said they needed a break. She remind them not to stay up too long, and that dinner was at six but she would not be joining them. She watched the last of them trickle out, and then grabbed her backpack and walking stick and went out in the opposite direction.

It was always a long hike to Grandmama's hut, but it was always worth it. She tapped on the door four times, before the door creaked open. A small old lady, a face full of wrinkles but smiles and sparkling blue eyes opened the door. She grinned up at Marshall and said in a excited voice "You need another one?" Marshall smiled as Grandmama opened the door and let her in.

Ash's stomach groaned, again but he was too tired to get out of bed. He tiredly glanced at the clock, and it was late. He closed his eyes for the fifth time, and finally feel into a deep sleep. Too bad, because if he would have gotten up, he would have saw someone creep from May's room and creep into his.

When May awoke next mourning, she felt, strange. Something was not right... her thoughts were interrupted as a loud booming voice came from the sky. "You five children will learn the hard way, the play of Aladdin. The only way out, is to finish the story!" And the voice was no more. May looked around her, then slowly at herself, and screamed.

Haha! Oh boy! This is going to be a good one, guys! I just can't wait to see what I've cooked up!

Next chapter: The real story begins!

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