Foxx's Note - it's totally not Haunted Mansion related, but I had to post it here, I hate Poke'mon too much to let it go. :)

(Interior of a science lab. A square-jawed professor with thick eyebrows and a white lab-coat is at work. A small boy wearing a red jacket and a baseball cap enters. He brandishes a red-and-white metal sphere.)

ASH (for it is he): Hello, I wish to make a complaint. Hello, Prof?
OAK: What do you mean, 'Prof'?
ASH: I'm sorry, I'm ten years old. Anyway, I wish to complain about this 'ere Pokemon what
I got not half an hour ago from this very laboratory.

(He opens the Pokeball and a small yellow creature flops onto the floor.)

OAK: Ah yes, the Pikachu. What's wrong with it?
ASH: I'll tell you what's wrong with it. The battery's dead, that's what's wrong with it.
OAK: No it isn't. It's recharging.
ASH: Recharging?
OAK: Yeah. Wonderful Pokemon, the Pikachu. Lovely cute face.
ASH: The cute face don't enter into it. It's completely flat.
OAK: No, no, look, it's recharging, honest.
ASH: All right. If it's recharging, I'll jump-start it. (shouts) Hello, Pika! I've got a nice fresh car battery waiting for you Mister Pikachu! PI-KAAAA!!!

(He connects the battery to Pikachu's ears with jump-leads. Nothing happens. He then wheels in a cardiac resucitation machine from a hospital, turns it up to full and places the crash pads on Pikachu's chest. Still nothing happens. He throws the Pikachu in the air and it lands on the floor.)

ASH: Now that's what I call a flat Pikachu. And when you gave it to me not half an hour ago,
you assured me that its lack of movement was due to it being shagged out after a prolonged fight with a flock of Spearows in the pilot episode.
OAK: It's probably pining for the royalties.
ASH: Pining for the royalties, what kind of talk is that? Look, I took the liberty of examining that Pikachu, and I found that they only reason you got it to enter the Pokeball in the first place was that it had been stuffed first.
OAK: Well of course it had been stuffed. Otherwise it would have nuzzled up with four thousand volts to some metal bars and voom.
ASH: Look mate, that thing wouldn't 'voom' if I dropped it in the bath. It's bleedin' demised. It's blown a fuse. Bereft of juice, it rests in peace. It's a dud. It's expired and gone to meet its Miyamoto. This is a flat Pikachu.
OAK: Well I'd better replace it then.

(He goes off.)

ASH (to camera): If you want to complain in an anime, you've got to go all high-pitched and open your mouth till you swallow your ears.
OAK (returning): Sorry guv, I'm fresh out of Pikachus.
ASH: Oh I see. I get the picture.
OAK: I've got a Weedle.
ASH: Does it go 'Pika'? Is it cute? Can it sell billions of yen's worth of merchandise?
OAK: Not really, no.
ASH: Well it's scarcely a replacement then, is it?
OAK: Listen, I'll tell you what, if you go to my brother's laboratory in Viridian City, he'll replace your Pikachu for you.
ASH: No, I'm sorry. I'm not prepared to pursue this line of enquiry any further as the whole thing's getting too silly.

(AND HERE IT ENDS)