It's another uneventful day spent with Pikachu—so uneventful, in fact, and Vicki and I have decided to experiment with an app on Vicki's iPhone, which plays various sound effects.
In a mock announcer's voice, complete with strange accent, and holding an imaginary microphone, I tell no one in particular, "We're here in the great wilderness called Ochre Woods, observing Pikachu on its quest to cruelly stab hooks through its Pokémon brethren."
"And it seems Pikachu has found itself a fine specimen!" Vicki adds, playing along. The "fine specimen" in question is a Goldeen, which Pikachu is failing miserably to land. Vicki holds her iPhone in one hand together with the game's microphone, and with the other holds down the "talk" button. The iPhone emits the sound of a gunshot. Pikachu apparently interprets the sound as a command to reel it in, because the dramatic fish-catching animation plays and we land a decently-sized Goldeen.
In the meantime, Vicki is on the ground practically convulsing with laughter. I have to admit, it was pretty funny.
Pikachu, luckily, hooked a lot of fish, so we tried quite a few sounds. Seems that flushing toilets means "release the fish," and crying means "flail around helplessly until something happens." However, Pikachu caught fish at the sound of a siren, rifle, and a trumpet.
"It responds better to the stupid noises than to us!" I lament as Professor Oak gives us the rundown of our day and we see that we caught more fish than we had when we spoke actual words to the stupid rat. It was funny and all, but seriously?
Thanks a lot, Pikachu...