[It's been a while since I've gave up on PikaProject, it had a broken pattern I could never perfect. So I tried a new style to see how it would turn out, and I'll elaborate more to the storyline, so don't anyone pout. Should I continue with this tale anew? Don't forget to include that in your review.]
Wottney stared at the strange tree her trainer just placed in the living room.
Steevee paced around it a few times before he finally asked, "Vee vee, eevee vee?" (I give up, what it it?)
Wottney shook her head. "O-sha." (Not sure.)
Shocky glided in and landed on one of the branches. "Emo-mo-mo?" (What's with the tree?)
"Vee eevee ee vee!" (That's what we were saying!)
"Osha, oshawott Wottsha? Oshawott, osha wottwott." (Well, why don't you ask Günther? After all, you speak electricity.)
Shocky sighed at how obvious this action should have been, and then jumped in the air to land on the shoulder of her trainer, Günther.
"Hm? Something wrong, Shocky?"
The little Sky Squirrel sent a message through its cheeks to Günther. •Why is there a tree in the living room?•
"Oh, that!" Günther chuckled. "That's a Christmas Tree."
•Christmas?•
"Shocky, as much as I'd love to explain Christmas to you and the others, I have just a few more lights to put up. But I'll be back in as soon as I'm done."
"Emomomomo..." Mumbled Shocky as she flew back to the others.
Steevee was lapping a nice bowl of pokémon-safe eggnog.
With a smile, Joyce handed Shocky a glass after she landed.
After Wottney was done chugging hers, she was quick to ask, "Osha, oshawott?" (Well, what did you find out?)
"Emoo, emon emomomo, emo 'Mongame'." (Well– all I know is that it's about something called "Christmas".)
"Vee! Vee! Ee~vee vee!" (Ooh! Ooh! I heard of that!)
"Oshawott." (Then, tell us.)
"Vee eevee ee- veevee vee eevee. Eevee, vee e veeveevee eevee!" (It's a day where you get a bunch of presents, but only if you lick the face of a fat guy named Claws and tell him what you want.)
"..." Shocky had no comment.
"Oshaa... Oshawott wott osha?" (Uhh... How many bowls have you had?)
"Eevee..." (Just three...) Steevee giggled.
Shocky and Wottney both placed their cups down.
"Emomo emo, Engam?" (Say, have you seen Buenzel?)
"Oshaaa..." (Well...)
"Bui? Bui!" Cried a voice from upstairs.
Shocky flew up for a better view, only to immediately see a flash of orange crash into her face.
The two pokémon cried out as they rolled over each other down the stairs.
A box that Buenzel was carrying flew through the air.
Steevee, still a bit woozy from all of that eggnog, ran out to catch the box.
Meanwhile, Günther was helping his mom hang up the lights around the house. "Eh, try another inch to the right... Perfect! Now leave it ther-"
Suddenly, a sound of broken glass came from inside the house.
"Mom?" Called Günther.
"Yes?" She replied.
"Don't tell me you let Buenzel carry down the ornaments."
"...Why?"
"Sohn von ein Kommodore Vierundsechzig!" Günther cursed under his breath as he ran inside to see what happened.
All the pokémon in the house were gathered around a box facing the wall.
"What happened?!" Shouted Günther.
Not one pokémon spoke their own name.
"...Where's Steevee?" He asked before he noticed a small red stain in the box. "Buenzel..." Günther said in a angry, German tone.
"B-bui?" He replied in fear.
Günther smiled.
Buenzel's pupils dilated, and began to turn white with fear.
"You brought down a box of raspberries!" He laughed in his regular voice.
All the other pokémon laughed except Buenzel.
Günther turned the box around to reveal the raspberry-coated eevee.
"Evee?" (What?) Steevee asked, licking his paw.
Günther picked him up.
"I'm going to try to devolve this raspereon. As for the rest of you... Buizel, clean up this mess, Wottney and Skitter, bring down the actual ornaments (Skitter should know where it is,) and Shocky, make sure everything runs smoothly."
"Bui..." "Osha!" "Nyaa!" "Emo =-)"
Buenzel gulped.
"Come on boy, let's get you cleaned up."
"Eeveee..." Sighed Steevee as he began to squirm out and finally gave up, resting his chin on Gunther's arm. "Vee..."
Buenzel looked at the box with raspberry juice seeping out of it. "Bui buibui?" (What should I do?)
Shocky glided in a circle through the kitchen, and came back with a Zhamtow sponge, and a jumbo cup. "Emomomo." (You have what you need.) "Emo!" (Now CLEAN!) She said in an evil tone.
Buenzel got to work as fast as he could.
Wottney and Skitter climbed their way up the stairs, and walked into the closet on the right, there was one box labeled 'ornaments' but neither could read.
"Oshawott?" (Well, is this it?) Asked Wottney.
"Nya." (Yes.) Skitter immediately replied.
"Osha- Oshawott?" (How do we get it down?)
"Nyaaaa–..." (Uhhhh–...)
"Osha." Wottney sighed.
They tried starting by pushing the box out of the closet. Wottney slid her tail between the wall and the box, and managed a few inches.
"*Osh* Osha, oshawott wott?" (*gasp* How many ornaments are there?)
"Nya nya nya nyanya..." (It wasn't this heavy last time...) Skitter pondered.
"Osha, oshawott wott, oshawott." (Besides, what's the point, anyway?)
Skitter tried to walk over to Wottney, but ran into another wall.
"Oshawott." (Don't hurt yourself.)
"Nyaaaa." (I got this!)
Skitter's sight was never all that good, but he was never one to give up, so he began to pull one end of the box with his tail.
With the two pokémon working together, they finally got the box out of the room.
"Nya nyanya nya." (Now we get it down the stairs.)
"...Osha." ( [Roughly understood as "Atari"?] )
Günther rinsed Steevee off, then used a towel to dry him off. "There we go, all nice and clean."
Steevee jumped into Gunther's lap to lick his face.
"Hahaha! Come on Steevee, let's see how everyone's doing."
"Eevee!" Cheered Steevee.
What happened next almost seemed to happen in slow motion for everyone. Günther walked into the kitchen with Steevee in his arms, Shocky was torturing Buenzel, and Wottney and Skitter pushed the box off the ledge.
The front door opened, and a loud, strong voice called out, "Leo, catch that!"
Just then, a Luxio jumped out and caught the box with its jaws, and landed on the kitchen table.
"Leo?!" Shouted Günther, being careful not to squish Steevee in his arms. "That can only mean-"
"Frohe Weihnachten!"
"Dad!" Günther cried out with joy ran out to go hug his father's cold yet warm winter coat. (After placing Steevee down, of course.)
"Ah Günther, it's so great to see you again! I assume these are all your pokémon?"
"Yep. Up there's Wottney. The one gliding around the house is Shocky. And this cute little fella on the couch is Steevee."
"E-evee!" Laughed Steevee.
"And that's it?" Asked Gunther's father.
"Well we also got Buenzel over there. And I've was in Unova for a couple months looking for his trainer."
"Ah, traveling around just like your old man."
"Well, you're not that old in my book." Said Günther's mom, closing the front door that let in a draft.
"I would rather go with cold man." Günther punned.
Everyone in the house either laughed or sighed.
[And so it was that way, that Helmfreid returned before Christmas day. But something missing, I assure, that will make this tale seem like much more. For Günther's dad won't be the only to come, but you'll just have to wait, my writing's not done.]