Hi! This marks our fourth special chapter write in the TU discord server. Thanks to the efforts of Drago, JustaMegaMothim, HotRamen, Joe's Ceiling Fan… oh, I mean "CELING" fan, Sunhat Leafeon, Simun, NinjaX, and Vixal!
Luan owns nothing. This is owned by whoever helped to create this abomination.
The bouncy mood of the apartment complex turned on its head the second the matte black sedan pulled up. The party's final guest appeared as a superhero to a burning building. Looking through the rear view mirrors, the driver looked to impress at this party. That person, was… None other than Gordon Ramsay himself. In the form of an Espeon, no less.
"Alright, today we're gonna go to some poor mon's restaurant and yell at him!".
The reasoning behind today's task was simple: Those of this earth were leagues below the great Gordon Ramsay in terms of capability, and the mere idea of starting a restaurant in his domain could be perceived as nothing but an insult to his dominion.
Gordon slowly walked towards the restaurant, followed by a group of cameramen for another episode of "restaurant horrors".
Inside the restaurant, the owner began to sweat, it had been difficult enough to even open a restaurant as a Muk. And now this?!
As the Muk began to silently panic, a door swung open from behind the service-desk. A Sawk sauntered out. A look of recognition flashed in Gordon's eyes.
"Ah," the Espeon started, "My arch nemesis; fellow esteemed reality-show host Chris McLean."
The Sawk grinned.
"That's right, Gordon. I can't have you shutting down this fellow's restaurant, as it's supposed to be the set of my latest show: Total Drama Kitchen. I kind of need it to stay open, even if the food totally sucks."
All of the customers looked at the two mons, except for one Froslass who was sultrily eyeing an unsuspecting Luxray walking in the streets. Oh, she was definitely going to try to have a piece of him later.
The Great Gordon, spotting the unsuspecting Luxray minding his own business, raced over and pushed him into the plot, straight in front of the camera lens. "Fine then, lets see wot this bystander thinks of this 'establishment.' Tell me, young man, would you eat the fine 'food' here?"
Flustered, the Luxray looked into the camera lens, prepared to reveal his heart's true thoughts about this 'establishment'.
"The pizza…" the Luxray started, "was very bad, it was very oily, the cheese easily slid off, and even the crust was raw-"
"It was WHAT!?" the Gordon Ramsay interrupted .
"I-it was raw" the startled Luxray replied.
"IT WAS FUCKING RAW?!" shouted the incredulous Gordon Ramsay as he turned his attention to the muk wringing his hat in his hands behind the counter. "Very good son, you're dismissed" he said to the Luxray, much to his great relief.
Gordon stomped up slowly to the counter, the Muk ever-drawing back in a "tactical retreat". To his surprise, however, the advancing Espeon reached out a paw. The Muk tentatively reached out to shake it, looking concerned.
"I'm proud of you," Gordon started. "If there's one thing the world needs more of, it's raw pizza dough. Shit's good."
They shook hands, Gordon ignoring the damage done to his paw (don't touch a Muk, kids) and the surprised Sawk staring at the scene. The Luxray just left, not understanding the situation, feeling an unknown gaze scrutinizing him.
Amid the chaos of cheers of underserved restaurant patrons glad they could keep eating their lamentable pizza, the unnamed Froslass pounced upon the opportunity to tail her jittery prize. Slowly peering outside the 'establishment,' she glanced around for potential stalkers stalking her, a stalker. Pleased to find the coast clear, she began inconspicuously following the Luxray.
Not long after, she received a text from her dad.
"Wintera, it's 8:20PM what's taking so long to get the groceries?" Her dad asked, to which she responded:
"Don't worry, I just got a bit sidetracked, I'm talking to a childhood friend of mine, I'll be back after an hour maybe" She lied.
"Okay, but don't be too long, or you'll miss our television show" came the response.
She resumed following the oblivious Luxray, but as she traveled, she gradually became aware of an increasing lack of light.
She turned around to look behind her, nothing. She then noticed the Luxray was nowhere to be seen. It didn't take her long to figure out what was going on.
The environment around her was nothing like the busy street she was stalking the Luxray on. It was an ample flat field with sparse hills, with dark brown grass and grey skies. Now she was slightly peeved; she had no Luxray and she was absolutely lost. With no notable landmarks in sight, her chances of making it home in time to watch the telly with Pa were dropping by the minute. She wandered for a while, searching for anymon. As she mounted another hill to use as a viewpoint, she spotted something, finally:
It wasn't particularly encouraging, but at least it was different. Wintera had never seen land float and twist around before, so of course, she had to go closer.
Although she never saw the place where she currently was, she had read enough mythology books to know where she was. Plus, the presence she felt inside this place was more than familiar…
The floating land of mass she was headed towards, crumbling and grey, descended towards her as she neared it. Though nervous, the Froslass didn't have many other options in terms of things to do in this endless field. As the mass neared, she spotted upon it a massive mon of grey, gold and red. The island floated closer, and she was pierced by the red glare of Giratina.
Wintera sighed with a hint of annoyance, looking straight towards the Giratina's eyes, something that even the most bravest of mons wouldn't be able to fathom doing, "...So? What is it that you want giratina?" she quipped impatiently.
"Well, I saw what you had in mind for that guy you were following, and I gotta say, I'm impressed." replied Giratina.
"He ticks all my boxes, I HAD TO do something." explained Wintera.
Giratina poofed, and shrunk in size, he was now just a bit bigger than the Froslass. "Oh I see." he said, turning his head a little to avoid her gaze.
"Well," he continued, "the approach you were taking to the situation was pretty darn strange. I thought 'normal' people just walk up to them and, y'know, ask for some companionship? Stalking people without their consent is quite sussy if you ask me."
The Froslass couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Kidnapping young women and leaving them trapped on a dark field is pretty sussy too, dontcha think? Anyway, I've got better things to do right now, so if you've got nothing else to say, it'd be pretty kind of you to put me back, maybe a short distance away from what I'd wanted."
"B-but I got the nineteen dollar fortnite cards, just for you…"
Wintera perked up at that as the ghostly entity held up a handful of nineteen dollar fortnite cards. "Bruh…" Wintera started as the ire within her slowly left her. "This is very based and redpilled of you, it really is… but I can't accept this." she finished, much to Giratina's dismay.
"They were fake anyway, don't feel bad. But I would like to perhaps dissuade you from pursuing that young man." Giratina said as he brightened up.
"Well tell me, how do you think you can accomplish that?" she asked, getting more curious, looking at his red, vibrant eyes.
Giratina smirked. The foolish Froslass had fallen right into his trap, and he was prepared to pounce. Sinister holes to the void appeared in the sky, and out of the holes came the eldritch horrors of the deep: phones with Amogus running on them. "Let us now see, who truly is sussy. We'll join a random lobby, and whoever dies last wins."
Wintera stared at the distortion 'mon with lust filled eyes "you always know what to do to get the mood right" Wintera stated before grabbing the phone, waiting for the lobby to have 8 players in it.
However, he completely forgot that due to an argument he had with Arceus last week (He didn't pay the rent), there wasn't going to be any wi-fi in the distortion world for a long time.
"Game's not loading," noted Wintera. "very cringe and unbased. Have any other fun activities in mind, Girykins?" she inquired.
Giratina looked into her eyes. "Maybe… I do? I don't know if you'd be able to 'handle' the fun, just sayin. ?￢ﾀﾝ
Wintera thought hard, if I can handle the neutron style, I can certainly handle whatever he decides to do to me… "Yeah, i'm pretty sure i'm ready you can throw at me" she affirmed in a confident tone
Giratina smirked at this, clearly pleased with her answer, as he slowly levitated towards her and whispered the entirety of the FNAF lore in her ear to set the mood.
She looked at him with a deadpan expression. "Really?" she said, causing him to snicker.
Girykins roared with laughter. "It's just too hilarious! Third time I've done that today." He cut his guffawing short when he noticed Wintera pouting at him.
"Why the long face, Winty? Had you expected something… more? Whatever could it be that you want me to do with you?" His red orbs locked with her blue jewels.
"Well, you've offered nineteen dollar Fortnite cards, attempted to play a game of Amogus, and recited the fnaf lore just for me… the only thing that can really top all of that would be…" She stopped as a intense blush appeared within her cheeks, as she slowly gravitated closer towards her Giratina "by the way, just wanted to tell you that I love you, i don't think i say that enough to you…" she finishes, as she finally lunges towards Giratina's face to initiate a deep kiss.
…
Gordon Ramsay sat on his couch, contemplating the day that had just whizzed by. He had snatched a few slices of pizza from the restaurant, now sitting on the smooth granite counter. Having nothing to do, he got up and approached the cold slices, sitting at the counter, as if it were calling out to him. One of the slices then deconstructed itself, courtesy of his psychic abilities.
He spun the pieces around the air and pondered what he was doing with his life. Was this show worth his marriage, his relationship with his son? Was the money worth his sanity? The psychic had no idea.
He kept wondering, and wondering. However, his questionings vanished when he heard a knock on the door. He placed the pizza on a plate and went to see who knocked.
Opening the glass door, the professional chef spotted a familiar face: Chris McLean. In haste, he attempted to close the door, only to be stopped by the Sawk's foot. "Hey, buddy," Chris started, "Not a very cool thing you did back at that pizza place. Now that the whole world knows the pizza's raw, the restaurant's a hit! Nowhere to film TDK in peace now, have any ideas on how you're gonna make up for this?"
The Great Gordon, absolutely flabbergasted at being told to fix something that was only maybe kind of his fault perhaps, retaliated with fury: "Oi, why'dya think your 'show' needs to be a thing that exists anyway? Ever consider that subpar restaurants exist only to be judged by I, The Great Gordon, and placed into their respective realms? Maybe go back into the writer's room, film it on an island or something else that nobody cares about, mate."
The Sawk took exception to this tirade and replied "Square the fuck up samurai." as he readied his fists.
Gordan took a good look at the Sawk - up and down - before bursting into a guffawing stupor. "Hold on - you honestly think you can take me on? Right, how 'bout you fuck off outta here before I make you?"
"Aight then. Bet." The Sawk turned and slowly stepped down the steps. Gordon Ramsay, having seen the Sawk step down, relaxed and approached the door to close it.
"Sike." Next thing he knew, a fist hit Ramsay square on the snout.
It wasn't often that the Espeon had gotten into a fight, or even had someone act aggressive towards him. His naturally intimidating aura tended to solve problems for him rather quickly, but no Fighting type would ever let someone talk to them in that way. So it was no wonder that the Sun Pokemon landed flat on his ass in his doorway, blood leaking down his chin.
"OH IT'S ON, ASSHOLE!" he shouted, before using Psychic on a rock in his front yard, making it levitate and throwing it at the Sawk, who managed to break it with a punch. More rocks followed, each one being blocked or dodged by the 'mon.
With simple lightning-fast moves, the Sawk evaded each rock thrown his way. But, as everyone knew, the best offense is a good offense. Chris hopped above a rock careening towards him, and enacted a move too brutal to recite. The Great Gordon was utterly defeated before this cookie monster archetype, and in shame, trudged back up the stairs and into his house. Triumphant, Chris began marching away, only to be scored in the head a few moments later by a plate coming from Gordon's fiftieth floor window. Just like that, the Sawk was an unconscious blue mass on the ground.
Unbeknownst to all, a Luxray lay unconscious on the other side of the road in a pool of his own blood. A rock-shaped dent seemed to have been formed in his temple. Oopsie daisies.
Gordon, not wanting to get in trouble with the authorities, decided against calling in medical services, instead treating his own wounds, and cleaning off small droplets of blood at various areas of the complex. Having done that, a rope appeared, wrapping around the sawk, rendering him immobile. The Sawk was promptly brought inside, then tied to a ceiling fan. Ramsay turned it on, and the Sawk, despite his weight, now spun around the room, hanging from a rope attached to the fan.
Now that the Psychic type had won, the adrenaline had worn off, and he sat down on the couch taking up the majority of his first living room. He hadn't actually been using his powers that much lately, and it had taken a toll out of him. It wasn't long before he passed out from exhaustion.
While the Espeon was passed out, a police car arrived in the street, after a call from a neighbour.
"You're sure it's the right address? Cuz I don't see anything abnormal so far" said the Metagross.
"Yes, sargeant, Vade and I are sure, just keep searching" answered one of the heads of the Doduo, just as the other head noticed the Luxray, passed out and injured.
"Look, sarge! A crackhead! I knew something was up with this place!" reported the Doduo. "Just look at that massive building and tell me that it isn't a drug hub." he lamented, vaguely waving Vade's head at The Great Gordon's compound.
Chris McLean the sawk awoke to the sound of sirens, and a headache, with rope around his arms and legs, plus hanging from a fan. He flexed his muscles, which immediately broke the feeble bindings, and fell to a floor he thought he had just left.
…
"Umm… Simun? I was thinking that maybe you'd let me write this time? I mean, I've been waiting for awhile now, and… Simun?"
Simun eerily turned to the timid man wrapped in black. "JE SUIS LE MEILLEUR!" he screeched, before turning back to type about Chris McClean or whatever some dumb shit.
…
McLean looked around and spotted the espeon slouched on the couch, out like a light. Small traces of blood littered Ramsay's fur. The Sawk snickered. Gathering what was left of the rope, the Espeon was bound.
"Your turn." The Espeon spun around the room dangling from the ceiling fan while the Sawk cleaned himself. The Sawk then left the complex.
Ramsay awoke to the sounds of a door crashing and shouting from the other room. He attempted to stretch his legs before realizing it was somewhat hard to do in midair, and the psychic used his power to release himself. Deciding to take a look at the commotion, he walked into the front room, only to be tackled to the ground and once again going unconscious.
"Flute, I may have put too much power in that tackle." said Sargeant Mothim. "Well, it was an honest mistake, better luck next time" responded Dave Ghost, while Vade nodded. "What do we have to do now? I mean-hold on is that Gordon Ramsay? ". "...Merde." added the Metagross.
Vade sighed. "This is really bad in terms of optics, Sarge." The Metagross was freaking out. "Well, no shit! Who's gonna finish Restaurant Horrors now? I was so invested…"
"That's the downside you see in this situation? We've just injured one of the most culturally relevant people around! Like, imagine slapping Gandhi. We just slapped Gandhi, but worse."
"Okay, look on the brightside- wait. Gandhi?" chimed in Dave, catching himself once he repeated what his superior said to him in his head. "I wouldn't say this is a Gandhi-thing. Hmm… Maybe like… Kamala Harris? Sorry, is that too relevant? I think she's hawt, tho."
"I, uh, what? Nevermind, this is why I'm the sergeant and you're not. I need one of you to wake him up and then question him about what happened here." The Metagross told his subordinates.
"Where are you going?"
"To do paperwork, obviously! Now, do your jobs!" And with that, the Steel type scrambled for the exit, leaving his clueless underlings behind to clean up the mess.
"So uhh, what do we do now, Vade?" "I dunno, let's just call an ambulance. He seems pretty injured." "Yeah, they will take care of the Luxray outside too." "I just hope they won't take too long, I have a rendez-vous tonight, I don't want to be late" "I know, no need to remind me, we share the same body."
"Also, could you like, close your eyes and ears during the entire endeavor? Also, don't speak, you might blow it. I'll put a hat on you or something."
"Nah she's already met me, and I think I know which one she's into more." The coy reply emblazoned Dave to peck at his other head.
Vade flinched like a lil' bitch. "Ouch. Bitch… Hey, woah, woah… Dave, does this dude look familiar to you?"
"Well, now that you mention it… Yeah, he does. But don't most Luxray look the same anyway?"
"Dave, you can't say things like that in front of other people. We have an image to uphold, remember?"
"Am I wrong? He's asleep anyway, so it doesn't really matter"
The other head sighed and shook his head. "Alright, whatever. He looks like the one we dealt with the other day, doesn't he?"
"Yeah, I think that was the one who was with that Absol."
"She was scary."
"Yes, yes she was. She really looked like she wanted to murder us." They waited a few minutes before an ambulance arrived.
Out of the back of the ambulance, a Lucario bearing nothing but scrubs and a scowl hopped into scene, surveying the situation carefully.
"Damn - DAMN…! That Luxray got fucked up." She then peered at the two (or one?) police officers tending to the electric type. "Did you guys see what happened? Was it kinda cool lookin'?"
Dave opened his mouth, but nothing came out, instead, he saw two sentences appear right in front of them;
"No, unfortunately, we came here a few minutes after all of this happened."
"YEAAAAH That luxray got BUSSED, it was an epic spectacle!"
Due to the fact that neither could say anything, it seemed like they had to pick one of the sentences.
"No, unfortunately, we came here a few minutes after all of this happened." he concluded with himself.
"Well that sucks ass doesn't it." The Lucario tossed the Luxray onto a stretcher after having pulled it out. "Also, didn't you also call for someone else? Something about an Espeon or sum?"
"I did, but we can't exactly load 2 people into one ambulance, now can we? They'll send another one in a few minutes."
"Right, I do remember about another ambulance being called for that. Would you mind staying here for a bit longer? I have to bring this Luxray at the hospital, and it would be better to have someone wait for the other ambulance."
"Of course. We still gotta take a closer look at the kinda fucked house. If you'd take a look at that Luxray there, we may be seeing something like collateral damage. Whatever the Espeon did in there, he must be on drugs." He decided to keep the Espeon's identity a secret. For now.
Suddenly, an unfamiliar aircraft came swooping down and parked nearby the mons in need "I heard ya needed some transport help. Luckily I just so happened ta be passin' by" A anthropomorphic blue falcon stated, what a pal, always coming to help at the nick of time every chapter.
"Wait a sec, isn't that the guy that Barry's always readin' about?" the aura Pokemon said to themselves, before ogling their spaceship. "That is one heck of a ship, damn. Is there enough space in the cockpit for another person?"
The bird shrugged their shoulders. "Hey, don't try me; it'll be a piece a cake."
"Great! So uh, we're kind of on a tight schedule, so how fast can you get him over here?"
"Depends, how far away are they? Oh and don't worry about payment, so call it a favor."
"The hospital is around five miles away." responded the Lucario. Vade added "And Gor- the Espeon is still on the 50th floor. I hope it won't be too hard to move him in that ship of yours."
"Oh don't worry 'bout it. I can come up there. With the ship I mean. Someone wanna ride along and retrieve em?" The Lucario sighed.
"I guess I'll do it, since I AM the medical professional here."
The falcon had popped the cockpit open, and the Lucario had hopped inside with him. As the cockpit closed, the Pokemon of the two sat just behind the pilot. Gawking at all the different dials, blinking buttons and inappropriate hula girl decorations, she spoke coarsely.
"Bursyamo. Jasmine, by the way." she said, clearing her throat. "So um, what's your name?"
"Falco Lombardi, former ace pilot of the Star Fox Special Forces."
"Former? Did you retire or something?
"No, I quit. Long story short, they told me that they didn't need me on a mission, a very important one at that. They ended up being right, so I left that same day. "
"Damn, that sucks" she said while they arrived on the 50th floor. "Let's retrieve that espeon and get outta here-HOLY SHIT IS THAT FUCKING GORDON RAMSAY?" shouted Jasmine as she recognized the injured Espeon who was indeed Gordon Ramsay as if it wasn't stated before already. We get it, it is Gordon Ramsay.
She stuck her head out of the cockpit and looked down.
"WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T YOU TELL ME IT WAS GORDON?!"
Dave and Vade looked at each other.
"Dave… Why did you not tell her?"
"Vade. I swear it was you who was telling her there was an Espeon up there."
"Dave… It was you."
"... No, You."
"No-"
"ANSWER ME GOD DAMMIT! WHY DIDN'T Y'ALL TELL ME?"
"CAUSE IT'S GORDON RAMSAY!" they both shouted back. "THE HELL YOU EXPECT US TO SAY? WE KNOCKED OUT GOD HIMSELF?" They snapped back to stare at each other. "Did we really just say that?"
Jasmine was about to shout some slurs back at the two police officers, before the cogs started turning in her head. "Wait," she murmured, turning to the pilot. "Did they just say they knocked him cold? Gordon Ramsay?"
Falco breathed in through his teeth. "I mean to be fair, I wouldn't say anything if I knew it was Ramsay either. Don't wanna get yelled at, y'know?"
Jasmine shook her head, as the ship grew to the right altitude of the fiftieth floor. Lights seemed to come from the window. Upon closer inspections, flames seemed to have engulfed what seemed the entirety of the level.
"Oh cool, now the room's on fire. Wonder how that happened," Falco replied nonchalantly.
"WHAT?! HOW THE HELL DID THAT HAPPEN?!" Jasmine shouted.
"Hey, calm down lady. We'll get him outta there, freaking out and screaming into my ear is not gonna solve anything."
"Well, excuse me, I'm sorry for not handling the fact that we're hundreds of feet in the air having to save a world-class chef who is unconscious thanks to two idiotic cops!"
"Geez, and I thought the lucario I fought in Smash Bros was uptight. Nice guy, though, I wonder what he's up to."
"...Let's just get him out of here and leave before the fire gets him." she said, as the pilot opened the cockpit. She quickly jumped to the floor, before running over to Gordon's body and dragging him back to the ship. She then tossed him to Falco . "Hey, catch!"
The espeon's body flew towards the cockpit and hit one of the cushions. It then slumped onto the seat.
"Uh, hello? I'm piloting the ship here?"
"Yeah yeah." She hopped back into the cockpit as it closed, and moved towards an open seat.
"Bring us back down. I'mma bring the ambulance towards the hospital. You better know where the helipad is. Land your alien ship and wait for some guys to come. Then throw Ramsay down. I guess you can dip after that."
"Aye aye, Cap'n. Hey, wouldn't it make sense for me to just fly this dude back to hospital?"
Jasmine shook her head. "I'm paid by the hour."
"Ahh, it all makes sense now."
The aircraft hoisted itself back down with it's vertical thrusters, back in the presence of the two representatives of the law - and Jasmine had a bone to pick with them.
"So, officers, if you could explain to me in 1 minute how it wasn't your fault that Gordon Ramsay's life was in danger, I might reconsider reporting this to your superintendent," Jasmine said menacingly.
"L-Look, ma'am, it wasn't our fault that Mr. Ramsay was knocked out, right Vade?" Dave said nervously.
"R-Right. See, we received a report that there was suspicious activity going on in this complex, and traced the suspects all the way to the 50th floor. Then our sergeant flew into the room, saw an Espeon floating in mid-air and tackled him. We didn't know it was Mr. Ramsay until after he was already out." Vade explained.
"Alright, you're off the hook. And where is that sergeant now?"
"He said he had to do paperwork. Anyways can we leave now? I have a rendez-vous, and I'm almost late" responded Dave.
"Cmon, we both know who she's really interested in." said Vade, which caused him to get another peck on the head.
"Yeah, yeah, you can both leave, I think we're all done here anyways."
Another squad car pulled up, and two officers stepped out. One in a coat, and the other in a uniform. A Gallade and Infernape respectively.
"You may go wherever you need. We will handle the scene and do analysis." They saluted Jasmine as she hopped into the back of the ambulance, where the unnamed driver turned up the lights and sirens.. They did the same to the Doduo approaching their squad car, who returned it with a wing up. They entered the specialized car, and sat in the seat.
"Hey Dave, you take the wheel this time."
"Fine." Dave turned on the ignition (I'll leave that to your imagination) and took the wheel into his beak. They stepped on the gas, and left the scene.
The two attending officers then stared at the alien ship as it lifted into the air and disappeared over the tops of the buildings in the direction of the hospital.
"Huh. Would ya look at that."
...
20 minutes later, the ambulance carrying the Luxray arrived at the hospital with Jasmine quickly grabbing his stretcher and bringing him into the ER. After getting him settled in, she hooked him up to some heart monitors and began a physical examination.
"This is honestly the weirdest day of my life so far. First chef Ramsay and this Luxray get caught up in 'suspicious activity,' and an avian space pilot tells me about this 'lucario from Smash Bros' whilst saving said famous chef."
A few minutes into her examination, she noticed something odd about the Luxray, something familiar.
Wait, I think I recognize that guy. Isn't that Barry's friend? Agh, what was his name again? I'll have to think about asking him that later.
She noted, after completion of the examination, that the only injury there was, was one of a rock-shaped dent in his head, surrounded by blood. Jasmine cleaned up the wound, and bandaged the injury. She grabbed a form, and wrote down the Luxray's injuries and condition. She set it on a clipboard hung onto one of the beds. She grabbed another sheet of paper, and began to write a note.
"I want to talk. Name's Jasmine, Paramedic. Call me at (XXX-XXX-XXXX)" She then caught the attention of one of the ER nurses there, and gave her the paper.
"Can you have this delivered to this patient once he regains consciousness?'
"Yes of course."
"Alright, thanks." Jasmine then left the ER, going back to her ambulance. The driver then moved it to an undisclosed part of the hospital, where sanitization began…
...
And thus ends our story, Raidon healed from his wounds and had a friendly chat with Jasmine, Falco jonied back the Star Fox team back (later leading to the events told in First Catch, if you don't know what First Catch is then you better run before you get chased down by an angry Charizard), Dave WASN'T late for his date, it was still a weird date cuz you know, Vade was there too (no seriously how tf does romantic matters work with Doduos, and Dodrios? And the question asked in That Sylveon chapter 50 still hasn't been answered! HOW DO THEY HAVE SEX? SOMEONE IS KEEPING US AWAY FROM THE TRUTH, I'M TELLING YA!), The Great Gordon Ramsay healed from his wounds too, but was arrested for the murder of Chris McClean, causing Restaurant Horrors to stop airing, much to Sergeant Mothim's dismay, and Giratina's and Wintera's 'playtime' caused so much ruckus that no one in the Hall of Legendaries could sleep that night. Aaand I think that's all.
Fin.
Okay Luan, you can close the doc now.