| Pikachu's next stop was Washington D.C, in the United States of America. Dressed as none other than Uncle Sam, Pikachu gave a touching speech in front of the White House (yes, the President of the United States allowed Pikachu to borrow the White House for the day) for 45 000 screaming fans. Security was, as usual, extremely tight. I spoke with Ash (still with his face veiled to avoid being recognized) later on. P.I: Ash, this is the second last stop, what are your thoughts right now? Ash: I'm actually really relaxed, which is kinda surprising. Pikachu's fine. And this new security system is working great! P.I: I heard Pikachu say he didn't like the new security setup. He said it's "dangerous for his friends" and that he feels like he's got people hanging over his shoulder. What do you say to that? Ash: Pikachu doesn't like it? Pikachu? They thought this up together! Pikachu's just worried about his friends. Not like he has to. They're all fine on their own. Well, one of them almost got trampled yesterday. Not to mention how . . . another one . . . almost was recognized and pulled into the crazy crowd in Mexico. And that angry guy who wanted to see Pikachu, and tried to start a nasty fight with - uh - another one. And the time another one was forced to try and break up an argument alone. And all the potential pika-nappers they've had to kick out . . . other than that, they're fine! P.I: Yikes. Pikachu's lucky he got anyone to go for the security-thing at all. What do you think you enjoyed most about the tour? Ash: I dunno . . . it's not over yet, is it? P.I: That's true. Thanks Ash. Ash: Yep, anytime. I ran into another member of security. These keep getting stranger, I realize. The little pink ball of fluff was also veiled, even though it only appeared to be a head, with red feet. Large, oval-shaped black eyes appeared plastered to it's head over little round, pink cheeks. It couldn't have been any taller than 8 inches. It was wearing no apparent clothing, although the extent of any clothing it would be able to wear would be a hat, anyway. It's speech was slurred, like that of a baby. After interviewing, I wonder if it is a baby. P.I: Ummmmm . . . hello. Are you with security? Security?: (nods) P.I: Do you have a minute for an interview? Security?: (nods) P.I: What do you think about this whole World Tour thing? Security?: (nods) P.I: What do you think about the new security setup? Security?: (Shrugs) Kirby! Ash! Pikachu! Mario! Yoshi! DK! Fox! Link! Kirby, Kirby, Kirby! P.I: Huh? What do you mean by that? Wait, was that the main security team? Can you repeat that? PLEASE! The little pink ball looks uncertain, as if it doesn't completely understand me. P.I: . . . Never mind. Can I get your name? Security?: Kirby! P.I: Huh? I don't understand you. What does "Kirby!" mean? Or are you actually giving me your name!? No riddles? No clues? You're just giving me your name!? No way! Is "Kirby" your name? Security?: (hops on one foot) Hi! P.I: Uh, yeah, hi. Is your name Kirby? Is it? Hello! Tell me! Fine, never mind. Thank-you for your time . . . sir? Security: (hops happily in circles) Kirby, Kirby, KIRBY! That was strange . . . anyway, back home to Canada tomorrow! |
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