small stature, big stock?

[DoF Archive]

Date: 9/22/2000 2:06 PM Central Daylight Time
From: XXXx Cubone xXXX

He really had no idea what this was about. The other night Jiggly had very eloquently expressed something which she referred to as a stock market. Cubone never was able to express himself as well as Jiggly. But, as the saying goes, what is good for the Jiggly is good for the Cubone.

Not having the foresight to actually ask Jiggly how she went about getting listed, Cubone was momentarily at a loss. He stood motionless for what seemed to be several hours, rubbing the end of his ever present bone alongside his ever present skull helmet. Suddenly, something occurred to him. "Cubone!" He exclaimed. He heard people talk about it a lot in the past and set off in search of the library.

Several days later a weary Cubone staggered into a hospital. He had been looking for the library these past days, not thinking of food or water. Now, nearly exhausted, he decided he was in need of medical attention. He immediately went up to the admissions desk.

"Bone... Cu Cu bone bone...Cubone," he swayed and leaned against the desk while asking for some water.

"Welcome to the Rhydin Public Library, how may I help you?"

Cubone blinked. He looked around. He shrugged.

"Bone... Cu Cu bone bone... Cubone," feeling rejuvenated, Cubone no longer needed water and could only hope that somehow they would be able to translate his request regarding information on this stock market he had been hearing about.

Surprisingly enough, the librarian seemed reasonably fluent and preceded in helping him write out his desire to become a stock, preferably entitled BONE.

They were very efficient at the library and in little more than an hour Cubone was walking down the street, carrying his bone in one hand, a rolled up piece of paper in the other, head held high, chest pushed out proudly on his way to Mr. Wallace and the...Nakatomi corporation?

Cubone hurried back to the library to get directions.