Previously on Council of the Annoyed...
"Now," She began, pulling away, "mind explaining why you sent an onion to come get me?"
"I HEARD THAT!!" Celebi's voice boomed from above.
He sighed."Well, dear, there's something I've been trying to ask you for some time now...and every single time I've gotten interrupted..."
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"...Right. Well, those were the best 10 years of my life. The only reason my life has been remotely good were you and my kids. But mostly you."
He inhaled.
"Ho-oh--"
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"Uncle, I--"
"ALL OF THIS OVER YOUR BROTHER BEING A MORON WITH HIS FRIENDS!! LOOK, I UNDERSTAND THAT IT UPSET YOU, AND THAT'S NOT OKAY, BUT YOU SHOULD HAVE AT LEAST TRIED TO TALK IT OUT INSTEAD OF CAUSING MAYHEM AND DESTRUCTION!!!."
He threw his head back and squaled angrily.
"I WILL NEVER GET TO ASK HER NOW!! NOT WITH THE FOUR OF YOU CONSTANTLY BEING A BUNCH OF--"
He snapped his beak shut, eyes snapping open at what he was saying and about to say.
He found his two daughters staring at him, eyes wide.
They turned to each other.
"Girls--"
"Articuno," Moltrès began, "Where did the boys go?"
"I think they yelled something about hiding from you in the Safari Zone," The ice bird replied.
"Alright. Shall we?"
"We shall."
They beat their wings and flew off.
Lugia called to them, his heart beating overly fast, but they were out of sight before he could get the first word out.
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Zapdos inhaled.
"What are Zekrom an' Reshiram to each other?"
Moltrés rolled her eyes.
"They're Mates for Life, of cou--"
She abruptedly stopped, mouth agape.
Articuno slowly realized what her older siblings already had.
"...Whoah."
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"So what should we do? Apologize?"
"No." Moltrés replied. "At least, not by a usual verbal way. Besides, would it really be genuine? After all, he didn't tell us he was going to do this in the first place, never explained in other times (whenever they were), and, for all he preaches to us--especially Articuno--about anger, he still held all his in until it boiled over."
"Sis has a point." Zapdos agreed, shrugging.
"Oh, and he almost killed Mewtwo that one time."
Mewtwo shuddered, still glad he didn't wake up in a grave.
Then, Articuno had a devious grin spread across her face.
"You know...we could always...give him a push in the right direction, if you know what I mean."
The other birds looked at her before gaining a grin themselves.
Mewtwo felt pensive for a moment...
Then shrugged.
"Well, why not?"
Disclaimer: If I owned Pokémon, several evolutions either wouldn't exist or would be fixed.
The three Jhoto dogs sat across the table, listening intently as Moltrés and Articuno made their appeal.
"--And, since she's your mother, you three technically have an obligation to know, at the very least. So, if you help us, you're technically sealing her happiness." Moltrés finished up.
"So, how about about it?" Articuno asked sweetly, tilting her head to the side.
The dogs looked at each other.
"Well, we're definitely going to help," Suicune spoke up, "but..."
"Lugia didn't tell you guys he was gonna do it??" Entei finished, perplexed.
The birds slowly shook their heads, eyes narrowing at the implications of that statement.
"Well, he told us," Raikou quipped, fidgeting in the chair that was too small for him.
When the bird's eyes snapped wide open, Suicune hurriedly explained.
"We found out by accident, really; we were just hanging around in the Dining Hall one day and he dragged himself in incredibly depressed because he tried to ask and it went wrong because, well, he got interrupted."
"He never brought it up again, so we figured he either dropped it entirely or just went back to the planning stages or something." Raikou threw in.
"We thought you guys knew already, that's why we never brought it up..." Entei added.
The sisters looked at each other, the anger that had been starting to form at the brothers dissipating.
"It's alright," Articuno sighed. "But now I'm madder at Uncle than I already was."
"We can deal with that later, dear." Moltrés stated, stretching. "Right now, our allies here need to be filled in on our little plan."
"Yeah, speaking of that, what're we doing?" Raikou asked. "You kept mentioning it but never explained."
The sisters grinned mischeviously at each other.
"How good are you boys at baking?"
"This is gonna be the most glorius thing Ah've ever seen, ain't it?"
"Yes. Yes it will be."
Mewtwo and Zapdos stood before an enormous amount of baking supplies.
When I say enormous, I mean enormous.
Like, 4,000 pounds of flour enormous. That's just one example.
Zapdos reached for one of the many vats of squirt frosting, but was held back via Mewtwo's telekinesis.
"Remember what your sister said she'd do if we ate any of this prematurely."
Zapdos shuddered, really hoping that his body was flexible enough to survive all that twisting. That diagram was terrifying.
They were just glad that they had found a kitchen big enough to hold it all.
...And enough stores to buy what they needed.
The door opened up, Articuno and Moltrés being flanked by the dogs.
"Uh...isn't this...his house?" Raikou fearfully asked, pensive to speak its name.
"Yeah, but he definitely isn't here." Articuno replied, plucking off a stray feather. "We made sure. And took extra...measures."
Somewhere in Kalos...
"NOT AGAIN!!!" Stupid screamed as he found himself tied to a chair once more with an angry hoard of nutcase fangirls grabbing at him.
"HEY!! YOU CAN TAKE MY SHIRT, BUT DON'T TOUCH MY HAAAAAAAAAAT!!!"
"Anyways, before you ask, we do have permission to be here." Moltrés spoke up, digging around the cabinets for a specific pan they were missing.
"Yeah," Zapdos continued for her. "The kid sucks, but 'is momma's pretty nice. She gladly let us in 'ere in exhange for me givin' 'er some extra rain every now and again for that garden outside."
He gestured towards the window, where Mr. Mime seemed a little too eager every time Delia bent over to water the flowers.
"Wait, you can make rain?" Entei asked, tilting his head to the side.
"Storms, yeah. So thunder an' stuff comes with."
"Oh, okay."
Moltrés emerged, having found the pan.
A thought crossed Suicune's mind.
"Wait, why can't we just use the kitchen at the Hall of Origin? Don't get me wrong, it was nice of Mrs. Ketchum, but it's still about three times this size."
After the dog asked this question, the female birds shot glares at Metwo and Zapdos.
"Wanna explain, boys?"
Both found things other than their companions eyes to put their interest in.
"So, eh, y'all heard 'bout that time where we an' Latios...er...got hammered and tried to get...uh...Elemental Plates?"
Silence reigned...
Before the three reincarnations busted out laughing, escalating to the point of them rolling around on the empty spots on the floor.
"That was the dumbest thing I've ever heard you guys do!!" Suicune guffawed. "And we watched the Internet Challenge videos!!"
"I can't believe you drew a rune on the ceiling!!! THE CEILING!!" Entei howled.
"The fact that you guys actually did it in the first place kills me!!" Raikou said, clutching his gut.
Mewtwo stared at Raikou, a hangover-repressed memory starting to break through.
"Wait a minute...didn't we run into you in the hallway?"
The yellow dog's laughing abruptedly stopped.
"Whatcha talkin' 'bout, Two?" Zapdos inquired, tilting his head to the side.
"I don't really remember entirely...but I feel like we saw Raikou in the hallway at some point."
He turned to the yellow bird.
"You don't remember? I'm having trouble."
"Eh...I mostly 'member the ritual, an' that's pretty fuzzy in itself."
Mewtwo shrugged.
He turned back to Raikou.
"I think you ran into a bathroom after...you were probably just heading there, weren't you?"
"Uh...probably." Raikou rubbed the back of his head, relieved he found an out.
Mewtwo shrugged again, dropping it.
"Anyhow," Zapdos continued, face turning red, "Paps banned us from usin' the kitchen fer a few months."
A resounding "Ooooh" from the dogs was their final answer.
"So, we're making a giant cake?" Suicune asked, rising and walking around all the supplies.
"Not just any giant cake," Moltrés boasted, "The most magnificent giant cake anybody in Kanto or Jhoto has ever seen!!"
"What about the other regions?'' Entei piped up.
"Have you been to Kalos? I don't think we can impress the bakers there anytime soon."
"Fair point."
"Now, we're gonna split up into teams." Articuno continued, waving her wing to show she was addressing everyone. "Zapdos, Raikou, and Mewtwo are Team 1, Entei and Moltrés are Team 2, and then Suicune and I are Team 3. We're each gonna do a different part of the cake and then mash it all together in the end."
She cleared off a table and spread out a claw-drawn picture of an enormous cake, littered with frosting, candies, fruits, chocolates, various Pokemon treats (such as beans and puffs) and even cupcakes.
Several layers made up the monstrous delicacy, each getting progressively smaller as you looked to the top.
The dog's jaws dropped as the stared, mouths watering.
"...Dude," Raikou began, "Do we have to waste all this on your Uncle/our soon-to-be dad, or..."
"Depends," Moltrés replied. "If the plan goes our way, there will be plenty of leftovers; if it doesn't, as it probably won't (as much as I hate to say it), well...you never know."
All the Pokémon stared at the picture one more time, sighing as they did so.
"Well," Suicune stated, turning his head away. "We better get started, huh??"
Delia Ketchum bent down to examine a small patch of damaged daisies.
"Oh dear, Mimey...if only those Rattata would stop coming in here and attracting those angry Spearow..."
"Mi-iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime~" Mr. Mime replied, not paying attention to a word the woman said. His attention was focused...elsewhere.
"Hm...maybe if that Zapdos brings in enough thunderstorms, they'll stop hiding here...oh, but then they might end up with damaged homes..."
Mr. Mime lifted a finger, snickering to himself as he leaned for a poke.
However, a massive thunderbolt proceeded to shatter the window, hitting both the creeper Pokémon and the single mother.
They both shrieked, Mr. Mime fainting upon impact.
Once the electric blast stopped, several angry Pokémon cries could be heard from inside.
Delia turned and stared at the house for a moment.
"...You know, I think I had some shopping to do. Far, far away from my house full of crazy Pokémon..."
In the span of an hour, the seven Pokémon had not only managed to destroy a majority of the house, break pretty much every utencil the Ketchums owned, and blow up the oven 13 times, but also managed to somehow repeatedly unintentionally knock each other out with type-advantaged moves.
Oh, and then Raikou started a frosting war.
Bruh.
Wiping the frosting from his eyes, Suicune looked around, eyeing the various half-layers of cake littered about.
"So...what next? Seal them together?"
"Not just yet," Articuno replied. "We still have to make the container for Uncle to be in."
"I started it already," Mewtwo stated, levitating a cake-shaped container over. It appeared to be made out of some sort of reinforced steel.
"Oh, good!! Then Suicune and I can put the water in and then we'll seal the cake." Articuno replied, clapping her wings.
Suicune tilted his head.
"Come again?"
Articuno turned to him.
"Okay, so you're gonna fill this container here with water, which I'm gonna freeze, and then we'll seal it shut and put the cake around it."
Entei stared at it, confused.
"...Why, though?"
Zapdos then launched into an explanation.
"M'kay, so Uncle can breathe underwata, right? Well, if the 'tainer's shut, 'e won't be able ta breathe. So, we're gonna put water in there so that 'e can."
A series of understanding "Ooh"s came from the dogs.
"...Why ice, though? Won't he freeze?"
"One, because we can, and two, we don't give a--"
A cabinet then proceeded to break off and fall, smacking Articuno across the beak and cutting her off.
As she rubbed it, Raikou spoke up.
"Petty. I like it."
Petty, petty indeed XD