A/N: This story is NOT POkemon Watchers canon. While the same characters are used, it doesn't insert anywhere in the main story.

And this is, as the title suggests, a collection of parodies of existing movies/shows. In the story, bold text indicates the story being told while non-bold is the events at the Reed residence.

Feedback appreciated, as always!

Juptile.

"Phelim."

"What?"

"I'm bored," Forrest, Phelim's Grovyle, whined.

Nearby, Kali looked up. The two of them were at home in Fortree City, and their parents - Professor Michael Reed and their mother, Joy - were out at the local restaurant having their anniversary dinner. As usual, they had left the two teenagers at home, with instructions to "enjoy themselves as long as nothing got damaged or destroyed, and the credit card may not be used". That last instruction had been added when Forrest had used Professor Reed's credit card to order over fifty pizzas with the works delivered. "I've got an idea," Kali suggested.

Jonas, Kali's Psyduck, opened an eye as Phelim looked across at Kali. "Like what? We can't let our teams run loose. We'd be phoning the fire department and police department inside of five minutes."

"Naturally," Cynder and Forrest said smugly in unison. Then Forrest blinked. "Hey!" he protested.

"My idea," Kali smiled, "doesn't involve any of that. How about we all get together and make a story?"

"Oh, that is so cool!" Stevie, Kali's Totodile, exclaimed and danced in glee. "Like what, Kali, like what?"

"Anything that comes to us," Kali explained. Swiping an egg timer off the kitchen counter on her way over, she sat down on one of the sofas and looked around the room. "We'll all take turns, okay? This egg timer is set to ten minutes, and we change narrator everytime it pings. Even our guests can join in."

Thank you, I guess, the Gardevoir, Reesala, muttered. Her Gallade mate, Dentrai, glanced at her sharply but didn't say anything.

"Much obliged," Lucario nodded.

"Okay," Kali paused. "Who wants to go first?"

"Me! Me!" Forrest jumped up onto Phelim's head and began jumping. "Pick me!" he insisted as Phelim started to get pains shooting down his spine.

"I'm probably going to regret this," Kali sighed, "but okay. Forrest, you're first."

Forrest make himself comfortable on Phelim's shoulder (mainly by using his trainer's head as an armrest). "Okay, our story starts off in a dry and dusty cave..."

Forrest cast a critical eye down the tunnel. It looked innocent enough - a patch of sunlight shone through a hole in the ceiling. But Forrest "The Grove Ranger" Jones knew that there was more to this than met the eye. "Stay here," he told his native guide.

His guide, a quaint and naive Gardevoir named Reesala -

Quaint and naive? Reesala interrupted, raising an eyebrow threatening at the Grovyle.

"Work with me, here," Forrest assured her. She glared at him but allowed the story to continue.

His guide, a quaint and naive Gardevoir named Reesala, looked at him with concern. "Will you be all right, Forrest?"

Forrest clenched his jaw. "I recognise this setup from the jungles of Sinnoh," he mused. Picking up a round rock, he rolled it down the corridor until it passed through the beam of light...

"... causing metal spikes to shoot out from the walls!" Forrest declared dramatically. Stevie danced at the brilliance of the idea while Phelim frowned.

"You know," the teenager remarked, "this is sounding familiar."

"Quiet you!" Forrest said, whacking him on the back of the head.

The trap disarmed, the two of the proceeded around the corner until they reached the main chamber. Tiles covered the floor, getting smaller and smaller, guiding a traveller towards a pillar at the end. Resting on the pillar was a small glowing artifact.

"There are poison darts in the walls," Forrest explained to Reesala. "If I step on the wrong tile I'm dead."

It'll serve you right, Reesala muttered.

Forrest just grinned wickedly at her and continued the story.

After carefully judging the weight of the artifact, Forrest shaved chips off a rock using Leaf Blade until the rock in his hands weighed the same as the artifact. Quickly, he removed the artifact and substituted the rock.

The pillar stayed still. "Thank goodness," he smiled. Putting the artifact in his bag he carefully walked back towards Reesala.

Very nice, Reesala said, impressed. But I could have done the swap from a safe distance.

"It wouldn't be safe," Forrest told her.

But I would've been all right! See! Reesala insisted as she psychically knocked the rock off the pillar. Oops.

"Oh darn," Forrest sighed. "Run!"

Reesala darted, levitating off the ground, down the corridor, quickly leaving Forrest behind. Forrest looked back and his eyes widened as he saw a rushing wall of water gushing down the corridor.

He bolted. Around the corner he ran, and drew up short at the sight of Reesala's still body impaled on the sharp spikes from the earlier trap -

Forrest yelped as he was thrown from Phelim's shoulder across the room and slammed into the wall. "Forrest, you can fly!" Glide, Phelim's Salamence, cheered.

Reesala's eyes were glowing bright. You killed me? she demanded. When it is my turn, you are so going to PAY!

Reesala, let the lizard go, Dentrai grumbled. Reesala glanced between him and the pinned Forrest several times, before scowling in disgust and released her hold.

"I couldn't help it," Forrest smirked as he walked back across the room and sat next to Phelim on the sofa.

Forrest turned away and continued down the passageway until he reached a fracture in the ground. Sometime in the past, an earthquake had ripped this place in half and thus a three-meter-wide gap spanned the passage. Removing his trusty, coiled vine whip from his belt, he lashed out with it and snapped a brick in the ceiling. Sailing across, he reached safety.

Outside the tunnel, Forrest held the artifact bag close as he ran through the jungle -

"Time's up!" Kali announced. As Forrest snapped his claws in exasperation, Kali looked at Phelim. "Care to finish off his segment?"

Phelim nodded.

Forrest ran through the jungle until he reached a clearing. At the edge was his teleport tile, but he was able to step on when he heard a growl behind him.

Turning around, he saw a Quilava snarling at him. "That's my ticket out of here," she told him.

Phelim looked at Cynder. "You're turn," he said.

"And how about you do it alongside Tyle?" Kali suggested.

Tyle looked at the Quilava nervously. "Don't worry, she won't use fire," Phelim said pointedly as he looked at the pyromaniacal Quilava.

Tyle and Cynder nodded. "Okay," they began.