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Amelia Von Butch had uncovered yet another priceless artifact. It was an ancient Aztec amulet she recovered from a group of bandits. She delivered it to the museum that housed many of her most famous finds. Of course, she wasn't the only treasure hunter in the world. There were others who would have LOVED to see Amelia take the fall. Three of Amelia's rival treasure hunters planned to steal the amulet from the museum. Thankfully, Amelia was tipped off of her rivals' plans when she overheard them discuss their plans in the museum. Not wanting to get the guards or the police involved, she hid herself amongst the exhibits as a cavewoman. The hunters broke into the museum that night, dressed as museum guards, and grabbed the amulet without tripping the alarms. Amelia sprung into action to apprehend the hunters. She had successfully taken down two of them and retrieved the amulet, but the third had managed to slip away, and called the police. "I wish to report a break-in!" He called.

Amelia Von Butch had been exploring the jungles of Peru in search of temple of Arenque Vermelho. One of her informants had told her that the temple had riches beyond her imagination. After days of searching, Amelia had finally found the temple. She entered the temple, expecting a litany of traps, but to her surprise, the temple was nearly empty. No traps, no treasure; just a few crude statues. Suddenly, dozens of Amelia's rival treasure hunters ambushed her. She was quickly overwhelmed, and incapacitated. One of the hunters knocked Amelia out. When she came to, Amelia realized that she was tied to a chair with ropes. Her legs were tied to the chair's legs, and her arms were tied to the armrests. A bright spotlight shown down on Amelia, and she realized that she was on a stage. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!" Proclaimed one of her rival treasure hunters. "Welcome to a very special celebrity auction! And tonight, we'll be auctioning off a very special celebrity! You know her! You hate her! Put

It was free period at Brighton Middle School, and Molly McGee and her little brother Darryl, dressed in their Pikachu and Raichu costumes, decided to use that time to try and convince Principal O’Connor to let them start a Pokémon Club. "Principal O’Connor," said Molly, "Our school desperately needs a club for all things Pokémon. Whether you're a fan of the games, or a lover of the cards, or just a watcher of the anime, there's just something about Pokémon that brings together all walks of life. So what say you, sir? Will you open the doors to a club that celebrates the franchise that has enhappifyed the world for decades?" Principal O’Connor tried to stifle a chuckle, but then burst out laughing. "You... You actually think I would approve of a school club where you kids play video games and watch cartoons? Yeah, sorry! NO! That ain't happening! Now get back to class! Free period's almost over." Molly and Darryl left the principal's office. "I told you we should have pitched a Digimon