Sunshine Fingers is sitting on the floor in a sparsely, dilapidated house that resembles more of a shack than a house. The walls are a dirty gray. The whole house is dirty.

"Oh, H-hello…Today, I'm expecting friends…"

She lifts up her left hand to reveal three finger puppets; one was a Piplup, a Buneary, and a Pachirisu. She is surprised to see them.

"Oh, hello, friends. I did not expect you here so soon." She points to Piplup. "This is Daigonami." The Buneary. "Aza-thot." And the Pachirisu. "Steve."

She licks the Piplup. "Mmmm," She moans. "Daigonami, you taste of sunny skies and happy birds!"

She licks the Buneary. "Eww!" She groans. "Aza-thot, you taste of singing telegraphs and salesmen!"

She then smells something cooking and turns toward the oven a few feet away from her. It is then that she remembers she has a fish in the oven.(She was having too much fun!)

"I-I have a fish cooking in the oven. If anyone wants any."

She looks expectantly at her friends. We hear nothing, but apparently they say something to her.

"Great!" She stands up, takes her friends off her fingers, and walks towards the oven.

The fish is too far back. She cannot reach it.

"Help!"

Outside of her shack a boy in a hat and a name tag stating: Hello, My Name Is Lucas. If Found, Please Call: 555-RUN-4-DAHILLS. He stops by the horrible looking thing as he hears a call for help.

He opens the door and looks around, never noticing that it looks like he's been thrown into a horror movie. He walks deeper into the house until he sees a blue haired girl.

"Oh, t-the Eldritch Gods I read in this screaming book once must have sent you." She said, remembering the time she opened this book and the cover kept screaming and crying ketchup tears! "I have a fish in the oven, and I can't reach it."

"I can get it for you." Lucas said happily.

"Thank you so much," Sunshine Fingers said, opening the oven for Lucas who crawled inside.

It was then that she saw Aza-thot standing by a mutated Caterpie, its mouth spewing venom in its half-crazed eyes as it crowed insanely.

"Oh, hello new friend." She walked towards it, the oven door closed itself.

The Caterpie crowed something and as she got close, it hissed.

"Well now, someone's a dirty bird." She said, crossing her arms. "I'm sorry, but I don't allow dirty, insulting, immigrants in my house." She put her foot down, literally, on the subject. The ooze settling into the carpet.

She sniffs the air. "Something smells done."