"You know, guys, I can't stand that you have to get in my personal well! It was a gift!" Smash scolded from the pilot's seat of the plane. "Are there any questions?"
"Who gave you that well, anyway?" Tepig asked.
"Roseh."
"Who's that?"
"Nobody."
"And how can you fly a plane?"
"It's automated."
An hour of long questions, Smash explaining where babies come from, and bike handlebar charley horses later...
"Waka wake wakaaa!" Audino shouted.
"What are you, a Muppet?" asked Luxio.
"No, I'm imitating jam."
"What is this, a jam mafia?"
Meanwhile, in Raichu's room...
"Hey, Raichu?" a certain bud- er, thing asked.
"What, Budew?" the yellow mouse-rat thing replied.
"I'm bored."
"Another food war?"
"Yes!"
In the living room...
"JAAAMMM MAFIAAAAAAAA!" Serperior cried.
"Feel my strawberries!" Gallede screamed.
"My grapes trump you by eleven!" burned Tepig.
Ooh, so much burn.
"I have a better weapon!" announced Luxio from the back of the mafia.
"What could possibly be a better edible weapon that jam?" all the other Pokémon protested.
"Raw dough!"
Gaspity. Just so much gaspity.
Five minutes later...
"Feel my dough!" Froakie said.
"Become face bread!" screamed Raichu.
"Hello, this is customer service. Would you like me to help you with anything?" said a receptionist from the phone.
"Yes, in fact. We would like more dough and jam." Budew said.
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Sorry for not updating in a while. How long has it been anyway?
