"owo what's this!" Gerwald said less than a second after Travis walked into the kitchen.

"I'm making myself a bowl of cereal because people have eaten all my food and Lucky Charms is definately a healthy dinner food." retorted the disgruntled Charizard, aiming his reply at all of his roommates and not just the immature Sceptile.

"Can you make me some Ş̵̘̝̳̦͕̳̗̿̎̔ ̨̼͔͙̒ͬ̏ͬ͊P͙͕̲͓̠ͧ̿̐̌͂̋ͭ͡ͅ ̶͕̰̪̪͌̆̏́ͬ̒̀A̷̶̧͕̮̜̞̖̥̗̺̓̆̿́ͩ͑̂̎ ̸̣͙̐ͨ̐͛̂͂̍͟G̙͚͕̳ͭͯ̓̋̏͑̈ ͒̾̃͑̿͌͏͇͉͕̺͞H̖͙̘͇̻̭̙̝̏̔͋ͥ̍̽ͤ͟ ̡͔̻̳̥̖̝ͬ̑͒ͯ͋̈́ͤ̉ͬE̞̼̲̯͍̻͐͂ͥͦ̐̆ ̸̦̫̇̋͛̐̐̓̈ͥ̔T̵̝̩̫̔̿̀ ̬͉͒̀͒́̓̒̅͝T̴͆̾͛҉̰̳̜̠̯̻ plz." said Gerwald. "I don't even know if we have any-" Travis was interrupted because at that moment, an Alolan Raichu kicked down the door, with a few grocery bags in tow.

"Stunner, thank Arceus you're home!" Travis said before the waffle-obsessed Electric-type could say anything. "Now let's look through these groceries!" Travis rustled through the bags. "Ketchup! Pancake mix! This wasn't on the grocery list!"

"Dude, that stuff's for me." answered Stunner. "You know how much I love this stuff!" Travis facepalmed. Why was Stunner the worst at grocery shopping? He hadn't even gotten a single thing on the list!

"Did you get the Dollar Store Plushies?" exclaimed a Swampert as he rushed down the stairs, squeeing with joy as he hugged the cheap, knockoff, plushies tightly.

"Seriously, Donovan! Did you pay him to do this?"

"Maybe...?"

"That's it! I'm going to the store to get the stuff we really need... and I'm getting myself a box of Fudge Rounds and not sharing any with you!" As he slammed the door, Gerwald giggled. "Someone's a little salty today!"

Travis got in the car and backed out of the driveway. He had been driving for about a minute when he heard a familiar voice say "So, how's your life been going?" He almost had a heart-attack when he saw a Gengar sitting next to him, but he relaxed a bit when he realized it was his friend, Wiley.

"Wiley, what in blinking blue blazes are you doing in my car?"

"Well... " the Gengar replied. "I just wanted to know if you could drive me to 'How to use Playground Equipment as Murder Weaponry' class at Nuzleaf's house."

"Nuzleaf... as in that guy who took care of Donovan for a while but then it turned out he had been involved in a conspiracy with Yveltal this whole time in an attempt to become immortal?"

"Yes, that very Nuzleaf."

"Why are you doing that?" exclaimed the Charizard, shuddering as he remembered the time Nuzleaf had almost turned them all to stone.

"Man, me and Nuzleaf go waaaay back. We used to swap back and forth in Jakarta for extra coins on Miniclip Pool."

"And why do you want to know how to kill with children's playthings?"

"It's a very important skill as a Ghost-type. You'd understand if you were a ghost. Say, would you like to be a ghost?"

"No, thank you" said the Charizard. "But, anyway, I'll drive you."

Then, it started to rain.

"Wow, it's like a whirlwind out there!" noted Wiley.

"Nonsense!" replied Travis. "If it was a whirlwind, than there would be hail!"

Then, it started to hail.

"Oh, goodness." said Travis. They continued driving.

"I don't want to bother you, but there's a bit of a tiny wormhole above us." Wiley said.

A gigantic Ultra Wormhole was parked right above the car.

"Oh, you know what that means!"

"Don't tell me..."

"Awesome Wormhole Travelling Playlist time!"

"Oh, so you're just gonna let us get stuck in a wormhole while you listen to your early-00's-punk-garage-disco-country-blues-metal-rock playlist?"

"Yeah, I guess." said Travis. Wiley sighed with defeat as the opening riff to Seven Nation Army by the White Stripes played and they were pulled into the Ultra Wormhole.