Disclaimer: I wouldn't dare to own these.

AN: Sorry for time long time span, I just couldn't find the time (or the motivation) to do this.

Teddiursa and the Blustery Day.

One fine day, the east wind traded places with the west wind, and that stirred things up a bit in the Unova.

And on that windy day, Teddiursa decided to visit his thoughtful Spot. As he went along, he made up a little song.

As soon as Teddiursa reached his Thoughtful Spot, he sat right down and tried to think of something.

"Think, think, think, think," Teddiursa mumbled to himself.

But nothing came to mind.

"Think, think, think," Teddiursa tried again, putting one paw to his head as if to catch any wild thoughts from the tall grass.

Suddenly, Patrat popped out of a hole and said "What's wrong, sonny? Got affected by a Confuse Ray?"

"No," Teddiursa replied. "I was just thinking."

"Is that so?" said Patrat. "Well, if I were you, I'd think about skedaddling out of here. It's Windsdday, you know?"

"Windsday? Why, so it is," said Teddiursa. And then he finally had a thought – and it was a good one, at that. "I think I shall go wish everyone a happy Windsday," Teddiursa announced. "And I shall begin with my very dear friend Tepig."

Tepig lived in the middle of the forest in a very grand house. And on this blustery day, he had just cleared the fallen leaves from his front door. He had just burnt the last leaf away when a big gust of wind blew another leaf right at him, scooping him up and whisking him away. "I don't mind the leaves that are leaving...," Tepig observed. "It's the leaves that are coming." And with that, he was blown right into Teddiursa.

"Happy Windsday," said Teddiursa as another great gust of wind lifted Tepig right off his little black and orange feet.

"Well, it isn't very happy for me," Tepig said with a gulp.

"Where are you going?" Teddiursa cried, running after his friend.

"That's what I'm asking myself," Tepig said. "Where...?"

"And what do you think you will answer yourself?" Teddiursa asked, grabbing hold of Tepig's scarf just before he floated out of reach.

"Oh Teddiursa, I'm unravelling!" Tepig cried.

Indeed he was. Or rather; his scarf was. Like a black and orange kite on a long red string, Tepig went sailing of into the sky.

"Oh dear. Oh d-d-d-dear," he stammered, keeping hold onto the string.

"Hang on tight, Tepig," cried Teddiursa from down below.

It wasn't long before Tepig was flying over Kangaskhan's house. Kangaskhan had just moved outside to get her Wonder-mail.

"Look, Mama," said Kagar, peering out of his mother's pouch. "A Kite!"

"That's not a kite," said Kangaskhan. "It's Tepig!"

And before Kangaskhan could say another word, Teddiursa skidded to a stop in front of her. "Happy Windsday, Kangaskhan," he said. "Happy Windsday, Kagar."

"Can I fly Tepig next, Teddiursa?" Kagar asked.

But Teddiursa and Tepig had already zipped past little Kagar.

"Oh dear, oh-dear-oh-dear-oh-dear," cried Tepig as he swooped right and left in the gusty air.

"Oh bo-bo-bother," Teddiursa exclaimed, bouncing and sliding along below him.

When Tepig finally found the nerve to look down, there was Girafarig, looking up at him. Girafarig was busy using Physic to repair his house which the wind had blown to pieces. He had just assembled it together when Teddiursa came crashing through.

"Happy Windsday, Girafarig," said Teddiursa. Then he went zipping off again, still holding on to the remains of Tepig's scarf.

"Thanks' for noticin' me," said Girafarig.

Not far from Girafarig's house was Buneary's garden.

"Ah, what a refreshing day for harvesting," Buneary said aloud as he pulled up a Spelon berry.

Looking up, he saw Teddiursa coming towards him at top speed.

"Oh no!" shouted Buneary, waving his arms frantically.

"Happy Windsday," Teddiursa called, kicking up a whole row of Spelon berries.

"Oh, yes!" Buneary chuckled as the juicy, ripe Spelon berries fell smack into his wheelbarrow.

Stronger and stronger the west wind blew. And before long, Tepig found himself blown right up against Noctowl's window.

Noctowl was awakened from a peaceful nap by the loud crash.

"Whoo?" he said, opening his big round eyes. "Who is it?"

"It's me," Tepig said. "P-p-p-please, may we come in?"

"Well, I say now," Noctowl said, his eyes rounder than ever. "Someone has pasted Tepig on my window."

Just then Teddiursa's face appeared beside Tepig's and Noctowl invited them both in. Soon Teddiursa and Tepig were comfortably seated in Noctowl's cosy living room. "Am I correct in assuming that it's a rather blustery day?" asked Noctowl.

"Oh yes. That reminds me. Happy Windsday, Noctowl," said Teddiursa, hungrily eyeing a big Jar or Sweet Honey in front of him on the table.

"Windsday?" Noctowl hooted as the wind whistled through his house. "My good fellow, I wouldn't so far as to call it Windsday. Just a mild zephyr."

"Excuse me, Noctowl, but is there any sweet honey in that pot?" Teddiursa shouted over the howling wind.

"Oh yes, of course," Noctowl said. "Help yourself," While Teddiursa eagerly reached for the pot of honey – which the wind had just blown clear across the table- Noctowl continued with his story.

"As I was saying, this is just a mild zephyr compared to the big wing of ninety-six. Or was it sixty-nine?" Noctowl muttered, scratching his head. "Oh well, no matter. I remember the big blow well. It was the year my aunt Delibird went to visit her cousin. Now, her cousin was not only gifted on the Poke-flute, but..."

And with the wild wind roaring through his house, Noctowl proceeded to tell his friends all about his Aunt Delibird's cousin. He didn't seem to notice when the teacups clattered to the floor. And he barely paused when the windswept Tepig right out the door and back in again. It wasn't until the whole house came crashing down around his ears that Noctowl finally finished his tale.

As soon as Hilbert heard the news, he hurried to the scene of Noctowl's disaster.

"What a pity," said Hilbert when her saw the state Noctowl's house was in. "I don't think we will ever be able to fix it."

"If you ask me," said Girafarig, "When a house looks like that, it's time to find another one." Then he shook his head and said, "It might take a day or two, but don't worry, Noctowl – I'll find you a new one."

"Good," said Noctowl, settling back in his rocking chair. "That will just give me time to tell you about my uncle Hoothoot..."

And that's just what he did. On and on Noctowl talked until the blustery day turned into a blustery night.

For Teddiursa it turned out to be an anxious sort of night, filled with anxious sorts of noises. One was a particular Pokémon cry he'd never heard before:

Growlitheeee!

It wasn't a Charizard cry. It wasn't a Dragonite cry. And it wasn't exactly a Houndoom cry. But whatever it was, it was coming from just outside Teddiursa's door.

"Is that you Tepig?" Teddiursa called, but no one answered. "Girafarig" Teddiursa tried again. And finally "Hilbert?"

When there was still no answer, Teddiursa got out of bed and went to investigate. And being a Pokémon of a very little brain, he decided to invite the new sound in.

"Hello?" he said, flinging the front door open.

Suddenly a big, bouncy Pokémon bounded in and knocked Teddiursa flat on his back.

"Growl. Hello," the Pokémon said atop Teddiursa's chest. "I'm Growlithe."

"Oh," Teddiursa replied, looking up into Growlithe's grinning face. "You scared me."

"Sure I did," Growlithe said good-naturedly. "Everyone's scare of my move Roar. And of Growlithe. Who are you?"

"I'm Teddiursa," said Teddiursa.

"Ah, what's a Teddiursa?" Growlithe asked.

"You're sitting on one," Teddiursa stated.

And with no further ado, Growlithe climbed off Teddiursa, stuck out his paw, and said, "Gals to meet ya. Growlithe's my name. G-ROWL-I-TH-E. That spells Growlithe."

"But what is a Growlithe?" Teddiursa inquired, plainly looking like just being hit with confuse ray.

Without a pause, Growlithe proudly replied:

The wonderful thing about Growlithe

Is Growlithe are wonderful things.

They have Flamethrower at the top

And bottoms with Leap

They're bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, pouncy

Fun, , fun, fun

But the most wonderful thing about Growlithe

Is that I'm the only one!

And to prove his point, Growlithe bounced around the room on his legs repeating: "I'm the only one!"

"If you're the only one, what's that over there?" Teddiursa asked, pointing at Growlithe's reflection in the mirror.

"What a strange-looking creature!" said Growlithe. "Look at the beady little eyes, pur-posti-rus chin, and ricky-diculus striped pyjamas!

Teddiursa nodded, and then he said, "Looks like another Growlithe to me."

Growlithe decided to change the subject. "Ah, well, did I say I was hungry?"

"I don't think so," said Teddiursa.

"Well, then I'll say it," said Growlithe. "I'm hungry."

"Not for Sweet Honey, I hope," Teddiursa said, casting a worried glance at his Sweet Honey jar.

"Oh boy, Sweet Honey!" Growlithe cried. "That's what Growlithe like best."

"I was afraid of that," Teddiursa said as Growlithe plopped down at the table, grabbed the Sweet Honey, and dug his paw in.

"Yum," Growlithe said, putting a glob of honey in his mouth. "Yuck!" he said when he swallowed his first mouthful.

"Growlithe don't like Sweet Honey," he gagged. "That sticky stuff is only for fit for Donphan and Floatzel."

"You mean Phanphy and Buizel," Teddiursa corrected him.

"That's what I said. Donphan and Floatzel."

"Well what do D-d-don-a-pha... what do they do?" Teddiursa inquired.

"Oh nothing' much," Growlithe said in a monotone. "Just steal Sweet Honey." And with that, he went bouncing out the door and into the night.

Suddenly Teddiursa was alone... Or was he?

Teddiursa had a horrible feeling that at least one Donphan- or was it a Floatzel? Was lurking about outside. So he bolted the door and got ready to use Scratch, determined to stand guard over his sweet honey.

Hour after Hour, Teddiursa kept his lonely vigil while the very blustery night turned into a very rainy night. Lightning flashed. Thunder crashed. And somewhere between the flashing and crashing, Teddiursa fell asleep.

Teddiursa dreamed he was surrounded by Donphan and Floatzel. Some were shiny, some were not. But they all had one thing in common: They all wanted his Sweet Honey.

As Teddiursa tightly clutched his Sweet Honey Jar, One of the Floatzel used Water Gun on him. The water was cascading down Teddiursa, soaking him.

He woke up suddenly, and the Donphan and Floatzel were gone. But the water remained. It was already up to Teddiursa's knees, and more was leaking through the ceiling.

Teddiursa slogged across the flooded floor to his mirror. After studying the very damp Pokémon, he asked, "Is it raining where you are?" And without even waiting for an answer, he said, "It's raining where I am too."

As a matter of fact, it was raining all over the Unova. The rain came down, down, down, and the river rose up, up, up, rising so high it finally crept out of its bed and into Tepig's.

Poor Tepig was terrified. With the water swirling round him, he grabbed paper and pen and frantically scribbled HELP! T...T...TEPIG (ME). Then he placed the message in a bottle and tossed it out his window and into the raging river.

As the rain came down, Tepig tried to scoop it up into a big iron pot. But the pot was not- most definitely not- big enough for all that water.

Floating atop a wooden stool, Tepig kept on bailing, but as he was bailing, he went sailing through the door.

Meanwhile, Teddiursa was having quite a difficult time himself. He had managed to save ten honey pots, and he sat with them on the branch of a tree, high above the river. More than ready for his supper, He stuck his head into one of the pots. But as Teddiursa tried to sop up his supper, the river sopped up Teddiursa, for he fell off the branch and into the swirling water below, Teddiursa was carried along with the current.

Unova got floodier and floodier. But the water couldn't come all the way up to Hilbert's house, so that's where everyone gathered. Everyone except Tepig, Teddiursa and Girafarig, that is.

In the midst of all the excitement, Girafarig stubbornly stuck to his task of finding a new home for Noctowl.

While Girafarig was off house hunting, Kagar made an important discovery. "Look!" he said. "I've found a bottle, and it's got something in it too."

"It's a message," Hilbert said declared. "It says: Help! T-T-Tepig. (Me.)

Turning to Noctowl, he said, "You must use Fly and travel over to Tepig's house and tell him we'll make a rescue."

So Noctowl flew over the flood, and soon he spotted two small items below him.

One was little Tepig caught in a whirlpool. And the other was Teddiursa, floating downstream, his head still stuck in the Sweet Honey Jar.

"Oh, Noctowl," Tepig said. "I don't mean to c-c-complain, but I'm so s-s-scared."

"Be brave, little Tepig," Noctowl advised. "Chin up and all that sort of thing."

"It's awfully hard to b-b-brave when you're such an s-s-small Pokémon," Tepig pointed out.

"Then to divert your mind from your small mind from your unfortunate predicament, I shall tell you an amusing anecdote," Noctowl offered. "It concerns a distant cousin of mine..."

Noctowl had just begun his story when Tepig cried, "I beg your pardon, Noctowl, but I think were coming to a flutterfall, a falatterfall, a very big w-waterfall!"

"Please," say Noctowl, holding up a warning wing. "No interruptions."

But Tepig was already being carried away by the current. A moment later he fell over the falls, with Teddiursa close behind.

Head over heels the two friends tumbled down the rushing, gushing waterfall- down, down, down until they landed in a quiet pool far, far, far away.

"Oh there you are Teddiursa," Noctowl said as Teddiursa popped up on Tepig's stool. "Now to continue my story..."

Fortunately for Teddiursa, Noctowl didn't have time to finish his story, for they quickly floated to the river's edge, where Hilbert and the others were waiting.

"Teddiursa!" Hilbert cried, lifting him off the stool. "Thank goodness you're safe. But where is Tepig?"

All of a sudden something emerged from under the stool. It was Teddiursa's Sweet Honey Jar.

"H-h-here I am," Tepig replied from inside the jar.

"Teddiursa!" Hilbert cried again. "You rescued Tepig."

"I did?" Teddiursa said.

"Yes," Hilbert said, patting Teddiursa on the head. "And it was a very brave thing to do. You are a hero!"

"I am?" Teddiursa said.

"Yes," Hilbert said. "And as soon as the flood is over, I shall give you a hero party."

Teddiursa's hero party had barely begun when Girafarig came trudging in.

"I found a house for Noctowl," he said.

"I say, Girafarig, good show!" Noctowl cried happily. "Where, may I ask, is it?"

"Follow me, and I'll show you," Girafarig said.

So everyone followed Girafarig. But to their surprise, when they got to Noctowl's new house, it turned out to be... Tepig's house!

"Why are we stopping here?" Hilbert asked.

"This is Noctowl's new house," Girafarig said proudly. "What do you think of it?"

There was a long moment of silence. Then Hilbert said "It's a nice House, Girafarig, but..."

And Kangaskhan said, "It's a lovely house, but..."

"It's the best house in the whole region." Tepig sighed, his eyes full of tears.

"Tell them it's your house, Tepig," Teddiursa whispered.

But Tepig didn't have the heart to disappoint Noctowl. "No," he said. "This house belongs-sniff- to our good friend Noctowl."

"But Tepig," Buneary said, "Where will you live?"

"Well...," Tepig said, "I-I-I guess- sniff – I shall l-live..."

"With me," Teddiursa broke in, patting Tepig's head with his paw. "You shall live with me, won't you, Tepig?"

"With you?" Tepig said, wiping a tear away. "Oh tank you, Teddiursa. Of course I will."

"Tepig, that was a very grand thing to do," Hilbert said, rubbing Tepig on the head.

"A heroic thing," Buneary chimed in.

And that's when Teddiursa had his second good thought in two days. "Hilbert," he asked, "can we make a one-hero party into a two-hero party?"

"Of course we can, silly old Pokémon.", said Hilbert. And so they did.

Teddiursa was a hero for saving Tepig, and Tepig was a hero for giving Noctowl his grand home in the beech tree.

To celebrate these deeds of bravery and generosity, everyone gathered round the heros, shouting "Hip, hip, hooray for the Tepig and the Teddiursa."

Then Teddiursa and Tepig were scooped up in a blanket and tossed high, high, high into the clear blue sky.