Ash followed his bruised nose into the kitchen at the Oak house and found an apron-clad Brock happily mixing a bowl of cookie icing.
"Hey, Brock. What're you doing?"
"Making Christmas cookies for Professor Oak's party." He nodded in the direction of several plates of brightly-decorated cookies.
"Wow, those look great." As Ash reached for one of them, Brock whacked his hand with a wooden spoon. "Ow! Hey!"
"Those are for the party, Ash. Hand me the food coloring so I can tint this icing. I'm going to make a red batch this time."
Ash searched the countertop and saw a small vial with a purple lid. Figuring that it must be the food coloring, Ash opened the container and dumped the solution into the bowl of icing. As Brock stirred, the icing turned bright purple.
"Hey, this isn't red," Brock noticed. "Oh well, guess I can use it to make the robes for the angels." He spread the frosting on one sugar-cookie angel and took a bite. "Pretty good, if I do say so myself."
"Hey, how come you get to eat a cookie and I don't?" Ash complained as his stomach growled.
Brock, taking pity on his starving friend, spread the frosting on another angel and handed it to Ash, who devoured it almost immediately. "Mmm, those are good, Brock. Especially the icing. It kind of tastes like fruit juice." Ash stuck his finger in the mixing bowl and scooped up a large helping of icing, dodging another whack from Brock's wooden spoon.
"Hello, boys," said Professor Oak. "I couldn't help but notice the delicious aroma and had to see Brock's handiwork for myself." He picked up one of the green tree-shaped cookies. "These are almost too beautiful to eat, Brock."
"Thanks, Professor," Brock beamed at the compliment.
"By the way, have either of you seen a small vial, about an inch tall? I was sure that I had left it in here." Professor Oak started rummaging through the bowls and mixing cups on the countertop. "It had a purple lid and contained several milliliters of liquid."
"Uh, just what exactly was that liquid, Professor?" Ash asked anxiously.
"It was purple Shuckle juice in a highly concentrated form. And you know as well as I do that it's a potent Pokémon pheromone, so it's imperative that I find that vial."
Ash and Brock exchanged horrified glances.
"Muk!" The giant sludge Pokémon appeared in the doorway. As it sniffed the air, it caught scent of the powerful pheromone now being emitted by both Brock and Ash. "Muk!!!!" The love-struck Pokémon started advancing rapidly on both boys.
"Aaaaugh!" Brock and Ash took off running down the hall, with Muk in hot pursuit.
Good old Muk, Professor Oak thought as he nibbled a purple angel cookie. Nice Pokémon, but can be a bit too friendly sometimes.
"Kookie-kookie," Kingler said as it entered the kitchen and started nuzzling Professor Oak's leg.
"Hello, Kingler," said Professor Oak. "It's not time for our tea and poetry session yet."
Just then, Heracross flew into the kitchen and landed on Professor Oak's back, knocking him to the floor.
"Heracross, what are you doing?" The Pokémon started sucking Professor Oak's neck. "Get off of me!"
Professor Oak looked up and found himself face-to-face with a love-struck Bulbasaur.
"Bulba," Bulbasaur said dreamily as it wrapped its vines around Professor Oak and started licking his face.
"What is the world is going on here?!" Professor Oak exclaimed as Brock and Ash ran past with a lust-crazed Muk, Noctowl, Golbat, Totodile, and Pikachu in mad pursuit.
"Don't eat the purple icing, Professor Oak!" Ash called out as Muk pulled him to the ground and began hugging him. "Muk, Stop it! Brock, help!"
"Can't help you now, Ash!" Brock said as he tried to pull an amorous Golbat off of his face.
Why me, thought Professor Oak as a cooing Noctowl landed on his head.