And so... after four long years, filled with personal (out of story) drama, writer's block, and everything in between. I was finally able to conclude the mini-epic that concludes Pikachu's ordeal in dying and finding himself in Hell. Does he get out? You'll have to read to the end to see what happens to everybody.

Chapter 4: You're Safe with Me

Pikachu, Karen, Hare, and Guilmon all walked the hallway of hell. It never seemed to end, as if it were a Hell of it's own.

"He says he's called a Pokemon, where he comes from," Guilmon said. "I don't think I know what they are; but my guess is that we were pulled from separate parallel universes."

"So what are you exactly?" Karen asked.

"A Digimon. And my guess is that Hare is just Hare."

"Well, chap. Instead of 'trainers;' we got monster ranchers. I'm just glad we all know how to fight. Except for you, Karen. You're just a little out of luck on this one. But, hold on Guilmon; if you're just a life form that can only survive within cyberspace and holograms, why and how are you in physical form right now?"

Guilmon looked at Hare and replied, "Well, that's pretty easy to explain. I think-"

But before he could explain, they came across a fork in the hallway. Around the corner, an unassuming furry brown bear walked towards them looking around; he was wearing a brown hat and a red polka-dotted tie; carrying a classic looking briefcase to his side. The type of briefcase you would assume **** Van Dyke would carry in a TV show from the 1960's. He was followed by a blue monster of sorts. This blue monster in comparison to the heavier set bear, had lanky arms and legs and stood taller than his friend. With a round head and blue fur all over, he had no pants or shirt; but had a red cape, medieval silver dented knight's helmet, and a utility belt with the letter 'G' on it.

The four hid around the corner from the two things walking towards them. Karen signaled a hush with her finger looking at the other three.

"Do you think they're friendly?" Hare whispered.

"I can't tell," Guilmon replied.

"So what do we do?" Hare asked.

Karen shushed, glaring at the two. "Shut up, you guys."

The bear and blue monster stopped, "Did you hear that, Super Grover?" The bear held back his blue friend.

"Hmm, I think you are right, Fozzie. If it's like those not-very-nice friends we saw down the hallway, this may be a job for SUP!-"

There was a pause as Super Grover pointed his finger in the air holding his breath. Fozzie stared at Grover, looked around and got on his knees opening his suitcase. Fozzie replied, looking in the suitcase, "I wouldn't call a red demon with lobster claws a friend." Fozzie pulled out a rubber chicken, shook his head, and threw it over his shoulder. "Usually that kills the crowds, but enough people are burning at this gig that I don't think it would be appropriate to serve roast chicken." Still digging, Super Grover began to shake with his finger in the air. His eyes bulged as he couldn't hold in his breath any longer; lanky arms shaking like spaghetti on a fork. "Aha!" Fozzie cried, pulling out an oddly shaped gun with a clenched boxing mitt on the end. "Time to give this audience the punch-line of the millennium! Waka-waka-waka!"

Guilmon rolled his eyes looking at Karen who wasn't drunk enough to find the gags funny; meanwhile, somewhere in the banquet hall of Hell, Misty was eating an orange cat with black stripes.

Down the hallway, Hare's eyes were shut and a smile began creeping it's way around his snout as he held back laughter. Pikachu stared at Hare confused, "Pika?" he asked quietly. Guilmon shrugged.

Clamping his suitcase shut on the ground, Fozzie pointed his boxing mitt gun from side to side staring down the hallway for any signs of demons. Meanwhile, Grover stood shaking with his finger in the air-

"So, here's the plan," Fozzie said quietly.

"-PER GROVER!" Grover cried, breathing heavily regaining his air.

"I stay back here, and you run in and see what's around the corners in the hallway. You're a superhero, right? I'm only a comedian!"

"I believe you are right, Fozzie." Super Grover replied. A serious look came over Grover's face as he wound up his arms flailing. Grover began to scream wildly, waving his arms in the air. "NeAR!"

Suddenly Hare fell down laughing in sight of Fozzie and Super Grover, "I can't take it anymore; you guys are cracking me up!"

At that instant Super Grover flew into the air with a bang and zipped by Hare, completely missing him. Grover hit the floor with a roll down the hallway several doors away from the rest of the crowd. "FAaaaaR!"

Fozzie shook his boxing mitt gun at Hare, "Who are you? You don't look like a demon!"

Karen walked out with her hands in the air, "We come in peace. I think we can trust each other. Do you have any Schnapps?"

Guilmon trotted towards Super Grover and helped him up.

"Are you here for the tournament, too?" Hare asked getting back up on his feet.

"Yes, Mr. Rabbit. That is correct." Grover replied in a tired voice walking back.

"Just the two of you?" Guilmon asked.

"No," replied Fozzie. "We had a friend named, Garfield the Cat. But that redheaded girl, Charon? Yeah. Charon captured him, and we tried to escape. But now we're lost in this maze. I'm telling you, though; I've had rowdy audiences in my times, but this place is filled with a tortured crowd. Waka-waka-waka!" Fozzie smiled, honking a horn that he seemed to grab from nowhere.

"Do you know how to get out of here?"

Fozzie smiled happily, "In fact I do! Super Grover and I have been finding these exit signs to a stairwell. We came out here, so this should be the bottom floor, and the entrance should be around here somewhere!"

"Bottom floor?"

"Yeah, we've climbed down like fifty-some stories to get here. Unfortunately, I don't see any windows."

"Pika!"

"Dude!" Hare replied. "You're not supposed to go deeper into Hell to get out! You climb out! Where's this staircase at?"

"Oh…" Grover and Fozzie said dumbfounded looking at eachother.

Meanwhile, somewhere else in Hell… Dave Coulier (Hades), stood up from his fiery throne, and concentrated on his domain. "I know where the escapees are, Charon." The popular late 80's actor smiled. "They're in the Al Gore Wing. Fly, my pretties! FLY!"

Suddenly a swarm of flying monkeys came rushing out from Coulier's mouth in an inhumanly frightening way, sort of like something out of the Exorcist, really scary stuff… I don't really want to get into detail, cause I get nightmares easily…

Finding the staircase, and the exit sign above it, Karen smiled. "Wow, this is going to be pretty easy."

"Yeah, you'd think Hell would be a little harder to navigate through."

"Pika-pika."

"Huh," Guilmon replied. "I didn't know you knew dimensional physics, Pikachu."

"Pika. Pikachu."

Guilmon stopped in his tracks staring at Pikachu. "That's really profound."

The rest of the party stopped climbing the stairs and looked at Pikachu and Guilmon.

"What'd the rat say?" Hare asked confused.

"Pika."

"He's explaining to me the possible dimensional physics of existence in this reality and where it could possibly be located either within, or outside our universe. The math and concepts are a little confusing, so I won't explain. It's cool stuff, I'll have to tell you later when we're out of here."

"Pika."

"Now that's just dirty."

"Pika."

Guilmon cringed, "T.M.I., Pikachu. I'm not into those kind of dirty jokes."

"Pika."

"What?"

"Pika."

"Okay, that's not okay."

"Pika."

Guilmon stared at Pikachu in shock. "You're a racist horn-dog, Pikachu. This conversation's over…"

* * * * *

Five years later… Super Grover found a penny. It was a good day for him in Hell…

* * * * *

Three more years later... The Flying Monkeys that Dave Coulier had unleashed finally reached Karen, Pikachu, Guilmon, Hare, Fozzie Bear, and Super Grover.

Misty and Coulier were watching the fight unfold on a security camera patiently.

"Haha! They finally reached the escapees! Finally! After all these years!"

Misty sighed, "Yeah, you'd think getting around this place wasn't such hell…"

"Elmo doesn't like it here…"

"DID I SAY YOU CAN TALK!" Coulier screamed grabbing a feather, getting ready to tickle his prisoner.

* * * * *

There stood Pikachu, Karen, Hare, Guilmon, Fozzie, and Super Grover. They had gotten out of the bottom circles of hell and were now lost in some sort of hilly plains of lost souls and fire. Flying Monkeys swarmed in the distance, and our group of heroes knew, this was the fight that would mean escaping to freedom or eternal damnation.

Pikachu readied himself next to his friends that he had gotten to know so well.

Hare, who at first he hadn't gotten along with; but after so many years struggling together, had now become like an older brother.

Fozzie Bear, the fun-loving uncle figure of the group.

Oh, and Guilmon. At first, they sort of got along, only because Guilmon could understand him to his fullest. But after eight long years of sickening wise-cracks, Guilmon had grown annoyed of his jokes.

Karen, the loving girl from a small town who smelled like vodka (or Brock on Friday nights).

Super Grover, the lanky blue monster that was always a good laugh, and always wanted to help.

*POP*

And of course, Ben Affleck, who just suddenly appeared next to Fozzie with a popping sound.

They were a family! And they loved each other. They knew, standing strong and united; they could take on anything… except for Ben Affleck, because he had just sort of materialized.

Then suddenly! Out of nowhere, three unicorns come out a colorful rift. Two of the unicorns, a blue one and a pink one, started shooting the flying monkeys with laser guns. "Look out of the Blah-Blah-Blahs!"

A gray unicorn, who stood behind the other two looked up at the monkeys wide eyed, "Oh, c'mon you guys! What are those things!"

"Charlie, look out!"

Picking up the gray unicorn, the flying monkeys took him off to the distance.

"Chaaaarrrrlieeee!"

The swarm seemed to come closer. Pikachu readied himself for the battle. Sparks snapped at his whisker tips. Him and his makeshift family were getting out if it was the last thing they did…

As the flying monkeys came down to our heroes, a small band of colorful bears came running over the hillside. They stood proud and brave glaring at the flying monkeys. United, they chanted, "Care Bears! Staaaarrre!"

A beam of light and happiness shot at the flying monkeys blasting back a bunch of them. But the fight began brutally for Pikachu and his friends. Karen who had found a baseball bat two years ago back on floor 32,579 smacked one of the monkeys in the head as he tried carrying her off. Guilmon conjured up a fireball and scorched flames left and right. Poor Grover, after eight years in Hell, his view on the world had changed so much. He would tell stories of his gleeful days back on Sesame Street to the others every night. But now, Grover had grown cold and cruel after seeing so much evil and suffering…

Pikachu stopped fighting as Hare came up to his backside and tapped on his shoulder. "What's that?" he asked pointing off to the horizon. Pikachu squinted hard looking at the figure rolling over the hills. It looked like a man on a red bike. The only problem was that he had to have been a mile high in height. He just seemed to get larger the closer as he came into view.

"Pika!"

"It's like some sort of Underworld Titan... What do we do now?"

The figure laughed a geeky laugh, and all the flying monkeys stopped fighting and hovered looking towards the large figure biking towards the battle. Some began to whisper to themselves in fear. Now in view, the battlers could see the man was in a light gray tuxedo like suit with a red bow tie. Short black hair, his red bike had all sorts of knick-knacks slapped on it.

Now dreadfully close, all the fighters on the field stepped back a little. The Monkeys began shrieking, chanting, "Pee-Wee Herman! Pee-Wee Herman! Pee-Wee Herman!"

Karen screamed, "Run!"

One of the Colored Bears exploded in a gory mess, as the Underworld titan laughed; some sort of evil underworld magic emanated from the titan. With every laugh, one of the bears would explode. The Bears scattered in a panic, one in a friendly looking cloud car flew off at a whopping 15 miles per hour.

Pikachu turned around and ran for dear life from the titan. "PIKA!"

The giant man laughed again, "Ha-Ha! That's the Magic Word!" Then he blew up… but not just any explosion. It had to have had the force of a thousand megaton h-bombs, blowing a crater in the strange fiery field.

Somewhere in hell, Dave Coulier and Misty cursed at security monitors. Pee-Wee had saved the day again, and defeated the forces of Hell single handedly.

Then everything went black for Pikachu…

* * * * *

"Pikachu!" a familiar voice beckoned…

The darkness consumed Pikachu once more, and he grabbed for the voice, but his surroundings only seemed cloudy.

"Pikachu!" The voice beckoned once more… "Wake up!"

Pikachu's eyes opened as he woke up being shook by Ash. He was back near the cliff-face. Misty was setting up a picnic and smiled at Pikachu.

"Pikachu, you had a bad dream or something," Ash said.

"Pika…" Pikachu grabbed Ash and hugged him tightly. It had been, or at least felt like eight years since he had seen him last… was it all really a dream? Pikachu cried a little in Ash's arms confused.

"What's wrong Pikachu? It's like you've been gone for a long time."

The sun beamed brightly, small white puffy clouds hung in the clear blue sky, and a slight breeze blew kisses over the landscape. Ash and Misty had been setting up a picnic as Pikachu slept on the grass. They were near a cliff side facing the ocean. The view was spectacular, but looking out at the sea, Pikachu was terrified to fall off the edge of the cliff.

"C'mon Pikachu," Ash begged. "Misty made sandwiches and applesauce. You love applesauce."

Pikachu looked over to Misty; it HAD to have been a dream… This sweet looking girl could never be a minion, nay say, the gatekeeper to Hell… Misty grinned at Pikachu, "Are you okay Pikachu?" Misty walked over to the distraught Pikachu, "You had a bad dream?" She giggled and gave Pikachu a hug. "You're safe with me."

And as the chaos mellowed down, Pikachu cried softly, mentally traumatized for life.

* * * * *

Meanwhile, somewhere in Harlem… A Brown Bear with a polka-dotted tie woke up next to a Blue Monster.

"Well, what do you know? It was only a dream! Waka-waka-waka!"

"Shut up. This never happened," the blue monster snapped. After eight long years, his optimism faded like a ghost. He held his once favorite silver helmet in his hands looking deep into its cap. All he could see was the horror…

"What now, Grover?" asked the innocent brown bear to his gangly blue friend.

Grover gritted his teeth, chucked his helmet in a trash bin, and looked back at the Bear. "Today, Fozzie. We live."

Writer's Note: Now, what's really funny... is that this last chapter seemed to coincidentally coincide with the Sesame Street creation of Super Grover 2.0. Even though both this story and Super Grover 2.0 are completely unconnected, I would personally like to think that in my little imaginary world of characters and crossovers that Grover was able to get over his personal ordeal and trauma of living in Hell for 8 years, and came back as a superhero in the form of Super Grover 2.0.

Also, a special thanks to Neo Emolga for giving me the line near the ending, and wrapping things up quite nicely for Pikachu.
"And as the chaos mellowed down, Pikachu cried softly, mentally traumatized for life."
Spoiler:
Super Grover 2.0 is just a fun thought. It also allows for an option of possible scenarios in Pika Pika Picnic 2. I probably wont bring back Super Grover as a character if I ever write Pika Pika Picnic 2, but the option is available to me. But believe me... there are good ideas boiling if I ever do write Pika Pika Picnic 2.