Miles away from where Sora and the superhumans were flying, a head popped out of the hot and golden sand. The head was in the shape of music note, along with a light pink bill. Followed by blue wings and feathers. It was a Pokemon called Chatot. Said Pokemon sighed in relief. "It's about time!" He proceeded to get himself out of the sand. "I've got sand in places I'd rather not talk about."

He pulled his body out of the sand, revealing that half of his body was in a black Pokeball. He seemed to be trapped in it. Oddly enough, a voice spoke from inside the Pokeball. "Enough of your complaining, Chatot. Are we out yet?" The familiar voice of the evil Darkrai demanded. Chatot sighed.

"Are we out yet? Are we out yet?! Yes, we're out! No thanks to you." He muttered the last sentence under his breath. He struggled some more to get the lower part of his bird body out of the Pokeball. Getting impatient, Darkrai shot him out with his move dark pulse. Chatot was sent flying, head first, into the sand.

"You will now release me, so that I may have my revenge." Darkrai ordered, thinking about the Keyblade Master that tricked him into becoming a prisoner of the Pokeball.

Chatot got his head out of the sand and wiped the particles off of his fine feathers. "When I'm good and ready." He replied.

"Do as I say, you useless Chatterbox!" Darkrai commanded irritably. Something in Chatot's mind clicked.

"You know something? You're NOTHING without me." Chatot said.

"WHAT?!"

"Who comes up with all the good ideas? ME! Who does all the work? ME!" Chatot pointed out sharply.

"If it weren't for ME you'd still be at the market squawking Polly want a cracker!" Darkrai retorted.

Chatot finally lost it.

Chatot: That does it! I've had it! I hate to be dramatic but it's time for me to fly the coop.

Darkrai fired a dark pulse from inside the Poke ball at Chatot, who ducked underneath it.

Chatot: Terrific! Fine! I'm drawing the line before I wind up in a Pokemon soup.

Chatot picked up the Pokeball with his talons and dropped into a well. While he was falling, Darkrai screamed vengefully, "CHATOT!"

Chatot: I was a fool to let you run the show. I'm lettin' ya loose pal, look out below! Have a nice trip, see you next fall, hope all goes well. I'm looking out for me!

Chatot flew into the sandy city of Mixrabah, eyeing the people that walked past him.

"Mixrabah…Just a huge secret formula ready for stealing. And I'M the one who knows the code to get it! I'll be running this town in a week!" He declared. Poof the fairy baby looked at him weirdly. "What's YOUR problem, pal?! You don't think I can do it?!" Chatot demanded as he pulled the baby close to his face.

Chatot: OK, I'm little. Been playing second fiddle and I don't get no respect.

Poof angrily fired magic at Chatot from his wand that was in the shape of a baby rattle. Chatot narrowly dodged.

Chatot: I turn the other cheek, but this busted beak is the only thanks that I get!

Chatot tried to steal grapes from Kirby, but Kirby inhaled the grapes and revealed Chatot. He inhaled a sword and turned into sword Kirby to try and stab Chatot, but he narrowly dodged.

Chatot: I never found a friend that I can trust. They promise Caviar, and leave me eatin' dust! That's some reward for loyalty. From here on in, I'm looking out for me.

Barbossa looked through an emerald that he had…er…borrowed from Jack Sparrow. He was confused to see a reflection of Chatot, who was now wearing a goofy turban and a jewel necklace.

Chatot: Oh, I don't need nobody else! I'll never fail, I'll cover my own tail!

Barbossa angrily tried to snatch back the stuff Chatot had on.

Chatot: I-can-take-care-of myself!

Chatot stood on top of an elephant as other cartoon creatures stood next to him and started dancing.

Chatot: Y'know it just don't pay to give a hoot. I'm giving all my heart. What do I get? The boot! I'm through with that, I'm flapping free. From here on in, I'm looking out for me!

Chatot's little musical number ended ungracefully as he got hit by a rotten tomato, and it slammed him into the wall. The culprit who threw it turned out to be none other than Barbossa. Kirby stood next to him, looking angry.

"If you steal from us again than your tiny body will be lunch for the Kraken!" Barbossa threatened. "Poyo! Poyo!" Kirby insulted him angrily.

"No problem…" Chatot assured them feebly before slipping off the wall and onto the hot ground.