| Pikachu's fifth stop on his World Tour was Athens, Greece. He gave yet another touching speech about the beauty of Greece and his appreciation for his dedicated fans. Wearing an ancient Greek-style toga and a wreath of olive vines on his head, Pikachu looked ready to greet the fans, when security allowed him to sign autographs. I spoke with Pikachu afterward: P.I: Pikachu, you obviously aren't afraid of pika-nappers, the way you were mingling with your fans. But I thought some of your security members were going to pass out from worry when you allowed people to give you hugs and such. Pikachu: (They'll get over it. Some may try to pound me for it later, but the fans come first.) P.I: That's a good way of thinking. But weren't you worried, even when you where picked up and hugged? Pikachu: (Why should I be worried? A) You said yourself my security was watching me, B) These are my fans! Why shouldn't I trust them? 1% ruins it for the rest. And C) If they're hugging me, I can give 'em a good shock if they try anything! I may be cute, but I'm not helpless.) I spoke with one of Pikachu's body guards later. A fox (?), also with his face veiled to avoid recognization. He stood at a good 6 feet and wore what appeared to be a pearly white and deep blue jumpsuit, although it looked much more sophisticated with a belt and collar and white colored boots. Something that appeared to be a silver-colored laser blaster was at his side, and a golden-colored staff was tucked through a loop in a sac he carried on his back. His fur was a sandy, deep brownish orange, with a touch of white on the end of his nervously twitching tail. P.I: Excuse me, . . . sir . . . would you mind spending a moment for a short interview? Security: Uhhhhhh . . . I'm kinda busy, kid. P.I: Pleeeeeeeeeeeeze? It'll only take a minute. Security: . . . Fine, but make it quick. One minute's all I got. P.I: So, um . . . sir. What do you think about Pikachu mingling with his fans there? Security: I can't believe he did that! I was telling DK, uh, I mean, a colleague, that I almost flipped when that kid pulled on Pikachu's tail! P.I: What are you worried could happen? Pikachu can take care of himself. Security: Nope, these pika-nappers ain't stupid, well, most of 'em aren't. They'll wear rubber, or something, and make off with Pikachu without any of us ever knowing until it's too late! Man, I don't wanna be the one to have to explain that to Ash, I mean, Pikachu's friend. P.I: It's okay, I've met Ash. So, you think that there's nothing Pikachu could do if he was pika-napped? Security: What? Did you not hear what I just finished saying? Hellooooooo! These guys, for the most part, ain't stupid. They will try whatever it takes to get Pikachu if that's what they want! Trust me, when it comes to maniacs like these guys, I know a bit. P.I: Uh, right. Okay. Now, who are you guys and where are you from? Security: Uh, I don't think I'm authorized to say that to the public, or media, or . . . whatever you are. (no comment.) P.I: Oh. Okay. Can I get your name, for future reference? Security: Nope, sorry kid. You're still media. P.I: Awwwwww. Fine. Thank your for your time, sir. Security: Yeah, sure. |
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