"Yeah!" Incineroar bragged while spinning around performing his fiery intense Darkest Lyrant move on a bunch of scared sandbags. "All right!"
Dry Bowser was placing away the bags as he turned to Arceus. "Does he always do that?"
"I'm afraid he does," Arceus calmly replied to Dry Bowser.
Incineroar then bumped right into the arwing, causing it to catch on fire as Falco Lombardi noticed this and got pissed.
"What happened to my friggin' car!?" Falco snapped angrily as he proceeded to partake in a brawl with the fire and dark type cat wrestler Pokemon, causing the smashing to ultimately roll into a brawl. "You heel furred bastard!"
It seemed like this tussle was going to last, until it got interrupted by Toadette farting, who used her stinky fungi spores to halt the entire thing.
"Stop fighting, both of you!" Toadette stated with her face cheeks puffed. "There's no need to be fighting outside the ring! Now apologize!"
Falco snarled as he glared at Incineroar, proceeding to just walk away while Incineroar smirked, taking pride in having won a fight he didn't intend to. Dry Bowser rolled his eyes while Arceus just watched, with Master Hand popping up on the scene.
"Did anything go on that I should know about?" The magic floating gloved asked while moving his fingertips about.
"Nah, it's all right." Arceus explained as he suddenly felt a weight being placed on him, with it just being Incineroar riding on his back. "We can handle this trip with no problem."
"I'll keep them in check if anything happens." Dry Bowser spoke while adjusting his skull.
Master Hand murmured. "How can I be sure?"
"Come on, we can behave!" Toadette squeaked while fanning away her musical methane. "I won't be as pungent as I usually am!"
Master Hand somehow let out a sigh. "Very well, just be sure to behave. All of you." He snapped his fingers and disappeared.
Anyway with that out of the schedule, Incinceroar took the wheel as he motioned the others to get in. Dry Bowser brushed off his red hair as he went in the back, with Toadette joining him as Arceus took the passenger's seat. Incineroar then roared as he used his fire to heat up the car but not too far to the point where it would incinerate, with it taking off northward away from the manor as they headed off into the creepy looking forest, with it suddenly shifting to night as it began raining harshly.
"Why is it that it always seems to be moody whenever we head to the woods?" Dry Bowser questioned while reading through a newspaper he found.
Arceus tilted his llama shaped head back on the seat. "Oh I'm afraid that it's always like this no matter which forest we go into."
"Something about the way the trees are, I take it?" Toadette spoke up while looking at them with a bit of a scared vibe in her.
"Who cares about a bunch of bark?" Incineroar boasted as he drove over various bushes, not caring for whatever damage he did to the wooded area. "I won a cabin, and you bet I want to make sure it's up to my standards!"
Luckily for the group, in light of the rough driving that was a combination of Incineroar being brash and the road being so rugged, they managed to make it through the dreaded tree infested nightmare as they reached the cabin, with the rain giving away while lightning continued flashing and thunder still boomed, with the cabin being something of that out of a horror piece. Course, no one was intimidated by this... except poor Toadette, but she was surrounded by Dry Bowser (an undead dragon composed of a pile of bones), Arceus (the Pokemon god), and of course Incineroar himself, who touted that he was more ferocious than whatever it was that they were going to find inside the cabin.
"This exterior doesn't look so bad." Incineroar stated while observing the area around him, flexing his muscles while doing so as the fire on his belt brightly shined. "Where is that shoddy looking old place that leads to a lab...?"
"...this isn't like that mansion." Dry Bowser pointed out while pulling out the bags from the vehicle, being willing to take them all due to having extra storage place within his spiky charcoal shell.
Toadette trembled with fright as she tried to keep her composition. "Ooh... I gotta be brave, this place doesn't seem that spooky!"
"Yes, shouldn't you know how to handle this with you being a archivist?" Arceus brought up while casually walking forward.
Toadette puffed up her face with her hands on her hips. "I'm a lot of things, but I'm still a little girl, kinda!"
"Stop crying, let's go explore this place!" Incineroar bellowed as he took a look around the interior, having his arms folded as he huffed. "This place looks better on the in than the out, and yet... I'm still not feeling a vibe from here."
"Do you feel that way about everything?" Arceus looked up at the ceiling to notice that there were dust hanging from it.
"Only when I'm in a mood to fight." Incineroar pointed out as he pushed a vase down, with it already looking pretty crappy as he shrugged. "Although when I get the urge to do something hot in bed..."
"Ooh, what crush do you have?" Toadette held her hands together in an adorable fashion.
Incineroar blushed as he shook his head, frantically waving his arms at the young mushroom girl. "No, it's not like that!"
Dry Bowser rolled his eyes while brushing through the big darkened curtains. "You're the 1 who brought it up."
Incineroar huffed as he went upstairs to check on the various rooms, noticing that there were different colors that gave them a distinct appearance.
"Well at least this place looks gaudy enough for a rest."