Kung Fu Sister!


In the kitchen of their two-story home, Ramona worked diligently on a hearty breakfast for the Yaffa household. "Honey! Breakfast is almost ready!"

"Coming, dear!"

"May, is your brother up, yet?"

"No, but I'll go get him!"

May Yaffa: Perhaps the cutest Pichu to ever hatch from an egg. Two weeks ago she turned ten and had a birthday party that far outshone Kevin's at that age. As she skipped across the hall leading to her brother's room, she wore one of several outfits she received on that very birthday. Her mass of blonde curls bounced up and down against the shoulders of a maroon t-shirt with the picture of a Chibi Ninja Bunny on its front. The t-shirt lapsed over a pair of fresh, wide-mouthed bluejeans that, in turn, lapsed over a pair of maroon tennis shoes with faceprints of the Chibi Bunny on their fronts. Very coordinated. Her shoes barely made a sound on the wood of the upper hallway as she stopped near the door of her brother's room, then opened his door partway to peek in.

"Kevin," her petite voice called in a whisper, "are you awake yet? Mom says breakfast is ready." No answer; the Pichu smirked at her opportunity. Keeping all her movements as quiet as possible, she slid sideways past the half-opened door and started tip-toeing across the floor to her brother's bed. She could see the twisted lump of blankets and sheets that just had to be concealing his form. As is common with most children up to no good, her imagination ran wild and she began to whisper a narration for all of her actions. "Slowly the Huntress moves in for the kill, with stealth like a Stantler, stalking her prey. Her ears open wide like a Nidoran's, listening for any signs of an ambush." On cue, both her black ears twisted left and right. "Her prey is close, but unaware, like the helpless Metapod hanging from a tree branch. Will he move in time?"

The blanket rustled, causing May to stop only inches away from the bedside. Some grumbling noises came from underneath as well, but after a while the movement stopped, and the room was once again silent.

"May, if your brother's not awake yet, get him up now! Your breakfast is getting cold."

Hearing her mother's voice made the child wince. She was going to blow her chance! Reaching one hand forward to grab the blanket, she pulled her other hand back in the ready position for a quick karate chop to her brother's head. "Hiiiiiiyah!" The blanket was pulled away, but instead of her brother, the family pet Eevee received the speedy blow. "VEE!" "EEEP! Oh! I'm so sorry, Squeaker!" May's eyes went wide as she realized the unconscious pet was the only occupant of the bed. "But... where's Kevin?"

Across the room to her left, the closet door slid aside to reveal the uniform-clad Pikachu holding his NARF Crossbow Blaster. "You know, Grasshopper, Stantlers don't actually stalk prey. They're herbivores." He sent a volley of foam arrows in her direction.

For a split second his sister panicked, then went into action. "Hiiiyah!" A forward jab deflected one arrow, then another, followed by a quick backhand for one that was zipping towards her head. Each foam projectile was knocked aside perfectly by this mini Martial Arts master, and the final one was given a jump kick that sent it right back at her brother's head.

"Ow!" Kevin dropped his crossbow as he was pegged right between the eyes.

"Ha, ha, you lose!" May stuck out her tongue and shook her tail in his direction. "I aaaam the greatest!"

"Hmph! You wouldn't be saying that if I had decided to use my water gun inste--"

"Kevin! May! I am not calling you two again! Come down and eat your dinner!"

"Yes, mom," the children called simultaneously. "We'll finish this another time, Squirt," Kevin said as he moved to leave the room.

"You're just jealous because I get to fight in a tournament today," May chimed as she skipped out before him.

Truly, part of the Pikachu's mood that day was jealousy. When he was ten years old, his mother refused to let him compete in a fighting tournament even though his best friend had on numerous occasions. He could almost blame his mother for his minimal fighting experience, but then again, if he didn't shy away from the many outside challenges he received, he might've had more practice succeeding.


At the breakfast table, his father's face was well concealed by the weather section of a newspaper. "Hmmm. Sunny weather all day for my little Princess," Mr. Yaffa said as he smiled at May. "You're going to do great at the Goldenrod Junior Tournament."

"Yup!" The child beamed and her cheeks glowed as she plopped down in her chair. In front of her was her favorite breakfast: Pancakes cooked in the shape of a Pichu face, with hashbrown curls for hair and cuts of sausage to make the eyes, cheeks, and smile. Kevin only had a normal plate of pancakes with a sloppy helping of syrup and butter. He never got a special breakfast when he was ten...

With one child happy and the other looking depressed, Mrs. Yaffa's attention soon went to the latter. "Kevin, you should show a bit more enthusiasm towards your sister today. She's entering her first tournament."

Kevin looked up from poking his pancakes with a sideways glance towards his mother. "Didn't I show enough enthusiasm on her birthday?" He glanced down at his food again. "You guys never let me fight in a tournament when I was ten."

"That's because your Sensei said you weren't ready," his father noted. "You're lucky we decided to give you this chance now. He still thinks you could use a few decades of practice."

His head almost hit the table. "What?! But I'm plenty ready for the arena! And if I keep putting off my chances to fight, I'll never have any real experience in showing off my talent!"

"Son, your true talent is talking, which you show off on a daily basis." Mr. Yaffa shook his head, once again disappearing behind his newspaper. "Your true calling is politics, you know. The day you realize that, you'll be on your way to greater things."

Politics. Bah! Kevin couldn't stand government-related issues. True, he could hold his own against debate students on issues such as World Peace and the existence of Mew, but he still didn't see himself 'talking for a living.' Ever since he was far younger than his little sister is now, he dreamed of standing atop the highest peak in the Fighting Circuit with his best friend, Lesley, leading a team of warriors that other teams would have to win against in order to be crowned the best. Why did May have to be such a shining example of martial artistry in his parents' eyes? He wished there was some way he could get out of being subjected to the hours of commented downtalk he was about to receive during the entire event.

*Ding d-ding-ding-dong*

Relief came that morning in the form of Lesley, Genkimono, and Jimoku. As his mother rose from her chair to answer the familiar ring of the Rattata, Kevin shoveled more than half his breakfast in his mouth and gulped down his glass of orange juice so he wasn't made to stick around because of an untouched plate.

"Hello Mrs. Yaffa, is Kevin up yet?"

"Yes he is, but he's eating breakfa--"

"Bye, mom, see you later!" the Pikachu blurred past the front door and grabbed a hold of all three friends, dragging them several yards down the street. Before he could round a corner, however, his mother called a warning.

"The tournament starts at three p.m.! If you're not there to show some support, you're grounded, mister!"

Kevin winced, but made a solemn reply. "Okay, mom! I'll be sitting with my friends in the bleachers!" So he still had to sit through the matches. At least he didn't have to hear his folks comment on his sister's abilities in stereo.


A walk to the Goldenrod City Park didn't take too long for the four teens after using the Underground Tunnel to cut through the streets of Goldenrod. There they sat on a bench near the south entrance and talked. "Hey,Kev," Genki stated, "you'relookingsadderthanusual. What'samattawityou?"

The Pikachu sighed as he tugged on one short sleeve of his blue t-shirt. "My parents are treating my sister like she's queen of the world, just because she's in a fighting tournament."

"Well," Lesley replied, "this is sort of a special thing, you know. Many ten-year-olds try out for those tournaments, but only a few actually make it into the competition. I think May's pretty talented."

"Yeah... you and everyone else in the known world."

Jimoku's ears twitched as he listened. "If I did not know better, Kevin, I would say that you were jealous of your sister's gift."

The Pikachu blinked at him. "Well... yeah! And it's not really a gift. She's just... lucky, that's all."

"You know, Kevin, part of being a good competitor is also being a good sport. You should show more enthusiasm towards your sister's display of skill. Lugia sends Her blessing to anyone who thinks selflessly when they are not being treated how they feel they should."

"Now you're starting to sound like the Keeper of the Sacred Shrine." He hopped from the bench. "You guys just don't understand. Ever since she was born, my parents have been treating May like she's the child they wanted in the first place, and I'm just some mistake that came years ahead!"

"Well," Jimoku asked, "have you told your mother and father how you feel?"

"Yeahyoucanhavealittletalktime," Genki added. "Tellmomanddadthatyourproblemsarealltheir faultandiftheyhadpaidyousommoreattentionyouwouldn'tbehomelessan'tryin'tofeedthreechildren withanotherontheway!"

Everyone exchanged glances, then stare at the Sentret. "...What?"

"Well..." He looked about sheepishly. "That'swhatthatonegaldidonthatTVmovie. Thenshewenttocourtandgotabigcashsettlement. Youknowwecouldusesomecashtohelpfundourfighting career."

Lesley placed a hand over his mouth. "If you stop talking now, Genki, I'll pretend those words didn't come out of your mouth." She took her hand away once she was certain he wouldn't speak. "Now come on, you guys. Why don't we just go to Percy's and hang out for a while, then go watch the tournament. I'm sure things'll be fine at your house once the day is over, Kev."

"Not if May wins," Kevin muttered under his breath.


Percy's Rec Room was, is, and always will be the most popular hangout spot for young people in Goldenrod City. Run by a Butterfree of the same name, it was first established back when Kevin's parents were still in middle school. Thanks to its always-up-to-date owners, the place flourished for decades. It sat in the east district, just a few blocks from the bicycle shop, and inside you could find dozens of things to keep yourself occupied. There was an arcade, a game room, a TV lounge, and a soda bar that gradually changed heights so that even the smallest child felt pretty big sitting on one of the stools. Countless birthdays and celebrations had been thrown in that place, and a few weddings as well. Aside from the Fighting Gym, one might say that Percy's was the pride of Goldenrod City.


All four friends arrived at the recreation center with a more cheerful gait than before. Even Kevin couldn't stay depressed at the thought of spending time with his best buds at his favorite hangout. Together they dashed in through the clear, swinging doors and hopped up to four tall stools at the bar area to order. "The usual, Percy," Lesley said as she made the call, "but don't make the burgers too big. We're going to the fighting tournament later, and want to save room for vending snacks."

"Hey! Pikaloser! Heard your sister's gonna be in the tourney today!" The shout came from a familiar foe, indeed. Hanging out in the doorway of the game room was Butch and Veronica, though instead of either of the twins, they had a smaller person traveling with them that day. Barely tall as the highest barstool, a little Cyndaquil boy stood between them with his arms folded across his bare chest. On his wrists he wore frayed, white cuffs, and a pair of baggy, white pants draped all the way down to his bare feet. He had quite a serious expression on his face for such a young child; there was no doubting he was in the tournament that afternoon.

Kevin, Lesley and Genki all rolled their eyes at the loud-mouthed Houndour while Jimoku merely frowned. "Their timing makes them like the Locust during harvest season," he noted.

Grinning from cheek to cheek, Butch lead his entourage close to the four seated at the bar. "So! Your bratty sibling's gonna try to show what she can do in a fightin' ring, ah?" His eyes narrowed. "I hear she's got better moves than you, Kevin, but then again, who doesn't?"

The Pikachu clenched a fist as his ears rung with the sound of Veronica's witty laughter. "I can hold my own," he muttered.

"Well your sister best be able to," the Vulpix purred, "otherwise, Skip here will lay her flat." She placed her hands on the Cyndaquil's shoulders. "He's been training since he was two years old. That's eight years of fighting experience."

"Nice to know you can count," Lesley muttered, causing Genki to chuckle.

With the snap of his fingers, Butch and his friends turned to head out. "We'll see you chumps later. Come on, Skip, you got a tournament to win. And a Pichu to decimate, heheh!"

Jimoku huffed. "They did not leave soon enough for me."

Kevin shook his head as he drummed his fingers on the counter of the bar. "That guy has no idea what he's talking about. My sister will cream anyone who steps in the arena to oppose her."

Lesley smirked. "Is that a twinge of love and pride I sense in that voice of yours, Yaffa?"

Eyes wide, the Pikachu's cheeks turned redder than usual. "Huh? Er, no! Of course not! I mean... you've seen her fight and..." He folded his arms across his chest. "She's just good, that's all. For a ten-year-old."

Genki clapped his hands together. "Whoalookslikeyoudon'thaveacomplexafterall,Kev! Guessyoureallyloveyoursisterandwanthertodowellatthetournament. Thenshecanbeafamouskungfu fighterandmakelotsandlotsofkungfumovies, thenyoucanridehercareerandreaptherewardsclaimingtobe anagent!"

"You watch too much television, Genki," Kevin said as he flicked a french fry at the Sentret.

Lesley shook her head. "Well anyway, let's hurry up and eat so we can play some games before we have to race across town to the tournament. I really want to see those little kids kick butt."

"Me too," Jimoku stated. "Well, listen to them, at least."


The hours passed like minutes, and soon the majority of Goldenrod City was packed into the public arena of the Plain Gym. Most were proud parents and relatives, cheering on their little kumquats who had been trained for this day. Others were recruiting officials from the various Gyms and independent fighting teams all over Johto. In a special box seat near the ring, Demona sat with her children and their cousin, Veronica, all looking dignified in their matching black suit outfits. It was obvious they were there for more than just the action, though the way Butch leaped from his chair on occasion to yell constantly broke their image of aristocracy.

Mixed somewhere within the common rabble, Kevin, Lesley, Genkimono and Jimoku sat in piles of junkfood bought with days worth of their allowances. Everytime something happened that they didn't like, another back of popcorn, peanuts, or some other refreshment would go flying towards the plexiglass guard barrier around the three-foot-wide circle of space outside the ring. One guard already warned them about that sort of behavior, but they still continued in secret, pitching handfuls of snacks in the direction of the ring.

"This is so awesome," Kevin shouted, trying to make his voice heard above the crowd. "Look at those little kids move!"

"See," Lesley shouted back at him, "it wasn't a total loss that you had to come here after all!"

"Yeah, I guess you're right! At least I'm not being forced to sit with my parents!" He pointed across the arena. Mixed in the crowd on the opposite side, Mr. and Mrs. Yaffa both sat on a bleacher close to the action, waving little flags and wearing brightly-colored t-shirts with a picture of their daughter on them. Of all the proud parents in attendance, they stood out the most, especially when they rose from their chairs to try and start an unsuccessful wave. It made Kevin feel quite relieved that he was nowhere near them at the time.

"And the winner of this match: Wanda Kensington!" A cheer rose up from the crowd as a little Wooper girl did several backflips in celebration of her victory. "Up next, May Yaffa versus Skip Aidan!" On cue, the next pairs of fighters entered the arena through plexiglass doors. In her school-issued karate uniform, May skipped in past the barrier, waved politely to all the people there, then front-flipped into the circular arena. The tiny toes on her bare feet wiggled as she felt the cushion of the arena mat. By the way she was blowing kisses to her 'fans' and waving to her family, you wouldn't think that she was in any way serious about the fight that was about to take place. Skip, on the other hand, was the exact opposite. He marched into the arena with his posture perfect and his hands balled into fists, then made one deft leap up onto the mat and took his place near the center of the ring. On his body he still wore the same pair of pants and frayed wrist guards that he had on earlier in the day.

"Whoooo, you go, Skip! Tear into that Pi-shrimp!" Butch leaped from his chair to cheer on his newest recruit but was quickly snatched back down into his seat by his mother. Not too far from them, Mr. And Mrs. Yaffa had stood up and begun doing some sort of strange cheer. "May, May, it's okay! You're going to win a trophy today! WHOOOOOO!"

Embarrassment wasn't the word for what Kevin felt, and he was all the way across the gym. "I am so glad I'm not sitting over there," he muttered.

*Ding* With a ring of the bell, the match was underway. Both May and Skip showed respect by bowing to each other, then took their separate fighting stances.

The first move was made by Skip, who took a moment to concentrate his Foresight on May. Not realizing the sudden change in the situation, the Pichu leaped forward with a swift flying kick, hoping to get the best of her opponent's standstill. With one swift maneuver, Skip grabbed a hold of her ankle, swung her around twice, then slammed her into the mat.

"Ouch! Repercussion!"

"Hmph!" May's cheeks sparked as she picked herself up. Before she could finish dusting off her robe, however, she was suddenly knocked off her feet by a surprise Tackle to her back. "Piiii!" The girl was sent flying once again, this time landing just inches away from a ringout. "Chu..."

Once again, Butch leaped from his seat and made a cheer. "Whoo-hoo! Go, Skip, go! Show 'er what it's all abou--OW!" His cheer was quickly silenced by a heavy slap on the back of his head from his mother.

"We do not show favorites during a singles tournament," she stated with narrowed eyes.

Back in the ring, May and Skip exchanged close-contact blows for several moments before he caught her foot once again and flipped her on the mat. "Oh, what a tough match for our little contenders," the announcer blared. "May has been tossed around quite a few times, but she just bounces right back! However, Skip doesn't appear to be the least bit intimidated by her determination."

"Rrrrrah!" The Cyndaquil's back lit up with flames that crept along his left shoulder and flew off his outstretched hand, heading towards May.

"Wow! A powerful Fire Blast! To have mastered that technique at such a young age is incredible!"

"Chuuuuuuuuuu!" Thrusting her hands forward, the Pichu send a web of electricity out that caught the flames before they could reach her. A small explosion ensued that sent both competitors flying back to opposite edges of the ring.

"What an amazing counter! May uses the net formation of a Thunder Wave to bring the fire to an explosive halt! I think we can safely say that these two Junior Competitors know their elements well!"

Back in the audience, Kevin secretly admired his sister's ability to keep up with her opponent. She truly was as good a fighter as everyone kept saying but he never really saw it, always being on the receiving end of her martial arts tomfoolery. Now that he was actually watching her deliver blows to someone else, though, he could see the true skill in her fighting style. "Go May!" As if something had jabbed him in the back, Kevin leaped from his chair and started cheering on his sister's efforts. This sudden burst of enthusiasm caused his friends to stare at him strangely and once he finally realized he was being eyeballed, he sat down, but continued his cheers a bit quieter.

Simultaneously, the fighters kicked their legs in the air, then leaped to their feet. Hoping to finish the match soon, Skip thrust one palm forward after the other, sending five glowing stars in May's direction. "Oh wow," the announcer shouted, "it's a Swift maneuver, one of the ultimate finishing moves!" Even though the stars hurled towards her, the Pichu did not flinch. Instead, she crossed her arms in front of her face and took a running leap right in their path! "What is she doing?!" The announcer's words were emulated by the surprised looks on the faces of all the spectators.

"Maaaay," Kevin wailed, leaping from his chair again.

"Whoa," Butch yapped, "that Pichu's crazy!" Smirking, his mother merely sat up straighter in her chair.

"No," she whispered, "she's very strategic."

In a burst of small sparks, one star slammed into May's arms and sent her flying a few feet into the air where another one hit her.

"Our daughter's committing suicide," Mr. And Mrs. Yaffa cried, hugging each other tightly.

Skip watched with his arms folded across his chest, and a wicked smirk on his face. This match was all over, as far as he was concerned.

The third, fourth, and fifth stars all gave enough push to start sending the Pichu in a diagonal flight back towards the plexiglass barrier. "Ladies and gentlemen, it looks like it's going to be a ringout! Little May is flying back towards the tempered glass wall, and in her position there's no possible way she can avoid landing outside the ring! Perhaps the judge should declare Skip Aidan the winner right now and save us all the suspense."

With the child only a few feet from the barrier, things almost seemed to move in slow motion as she suddenly went into action. "Piiiii..." Her body became surrounded with a white aura and her eyes glowed. "iiiii..." She flipped head over heels in midair, bringing both her feet and her right hand to touch the wall of the fighting area. "iiii..." Her legs bent together tight enough for her tail to tap the glass a few times, then, "CHU!" She sprung from the barrier in a front flip, speeding head-first towards the overconfident Cyndaquil.

The rest of the match lasted but a few seconds. Stunned by the quick recovery of his opponent, Skip could barely react as May latched onto his shoulders, flipped over his back, then flung him right into the closest barrier outside of the ring. The impact caused a few dents in the wall where the boy made contact, and sent a rippling effect all around the plexiglass. "... Ow." Unable to say anything more, the child pried his face from the plastic wall and fell hard on the out-of-bounds floor below.

After a brief period of silence, every member of the crowd rose to their feet and cheered the Pichu's decisive victory. "Holy Moltres," the announcer screamed, "that little 'chu has potential! Skip is caught off guard by a premeditated use of Bide! This is the most amazing turn of events ever witnessed in a Junior Tournament! There was no WAY anyone could've predicted that maneuver!"

"I did," Demona muttered to herself with a smug smirk.

Off in their part of the audience, Kevin and his friends cheered on his sister's victory. "Wooo! Yeah, May!" "Yeah, May, I knew you could do it!" "Well done, Kevin's Sister!" "YougoMay! Girlpower,WOO!"

Standing on their bleacher seats, Mr. and Mrs. Yaffa had begun whirling their arms in a clockwise motion in front of themselves. "Go May, it's your birthday! Go May, it's your birthday!" Once again, Kevin was glad to be nowhere near them.


That was but one of several matches the small Pichu had that evening, but it was a shining example of her skill. When the end of the Junior Tournament came, it was May who stood on the first-place podium for her excellent performance. The crowd screamed at the top of their lungs as she was handed the six-inch-tall trophy, and even though her parents did a pretty good job of wailing in excitement, it was Kevin's cheers that were heard the loudest. After seeing his sister work hard for something she really wanted, he gained a bit more respect for her, though out of brotherly pride he would still have to talk down about her on occasion.

Junior competitors left the arena in all forms that night. Some being carried, some crying their eyes out at losing, and others limping from bodily injuries. It often made the parents of the losers wonder just why they let their children compete in these dangerous sports. However, for the parents whose children were still inside, being looked over by recruiters from many of the world's fighting companies, that question never crossed their minds. It was on to fame and fortune for the chosen few and for a moment it looked like May was going to be one of them.

"Join us, May! You'll have your own candy bar!"

"No, join us! You'll get your face on cereal box!"

"We'll make you rich!"

"We'll make you famous!"

"We'll make you rich and famous!"

Standing nearby, Mr. and Mrs. Yaffa were just grinning from ear to ear. "We're so proud of our little Kung Fu master," they said in unison.

Using their size to their advantage, Kevin and Lesley squeezed through the crowd of journalists and recruiters, on their way to see his sister. "Can you believe all these glory hounds," the Pikachu grunted as he pushed past a Smeargle, "May's gonna be eaten alive if we don't get up there and grab a hold of her."

"Puh-lease," his friend called to him, "the only reason you wanna go up there is so you can get in the front page picture with her."

"Hey, there's nothing wrong with a big brother showing support for his sister's successful first bought."

"There is when he's just reaching out for a little publicity." The Rattata gave him a knowing smirk.

When they reached the center of the entrance hall gathering, the two found themselves staring wide-eyed at the sight of Demona and her family talking exclusively to May about joining their team. "Miss Yaffa," the 'Doomess began, "your efforts tonight were most admirable. Why, you reminded me much of myself at your age."

"But mah," Butch whispered, "you said you didn't like to fight when you were a Hound-OW!" One hand went to his mouth, and the other to the developing bruise on the back of his head that was created by a lash of his mother's tail.

Lowering to the Pichu's level, Justin continued the speech. "You got real potential there, kiddo! I could see you standin' amongst the great ones some day soon."

May's cheeks went redder than usual. "You really think so?"

"Think?" The Houndoom looked momentarily stunned, then with a grin, he gave her a light tap on the shoulder. "I know. That's why we're here! To offer you a chance to join the largest and richest league in the circuit. Team Rocket."

"Team Rocket?!" Every strand of Kevin's fur stood on end. He had seen that name in news articles of the going's-on in Kanto. They were an official fighting team, all right, with a record-breaking list of criminal offenses. Most of the time they recruited thugs from illegal fighting arenas and tried to make them look decent long enough to earn a few medals and badges. Most ended up being hauled off to jail after a few years of recognition. The Pikachu was not about to let his sister become some mini-thug for what he suspected was a mere front for an underground crime syndicate. Swallowing his pride, he stepped up and reached out a hand to rest on May's shoulder. "Hey there, sister of mine! Saw you in the tournament today. Wow, those were some pretty sweet moves you pulled."

The Pichu looked up at her brother and beamed. "Thanks! I'm just glad I actually pulled off that Bide in the second quarter."

"Heh, me too..."

Nearby, the family of Hounds watched the two siblings carry on their conversation. Before long, Demona grew weary of standing around so she cleared her throat to grab everyone's attention. "I apologize for interrupting this moment of celebration, but we are on a bit of a tight schedule. May, do you think you might consider becoming a member of our exclusive guild?"

"No way," Kevin called out, then shrunk back a half step, noting the vague glares from all three devil dogs. "Err, that is to say... uh... she's already part of a team! Yeah, that's it. My team! Isn't that right, sis?"

May's eyes sparkled as she once again looked up at her brother. "Really? You mean it, Kev?"

"Oh come on," Butch barked, "you can't possibly want to be on the team of that Pikachicken more than you do one of us!"

"Yes," Demona added, "I must agree with my son's words, however brash they may seem. We have the money, power, and other necessary resources to see anyone to victory, whereas he only appears to possess... bad comedy." Ouch. Shot down.

Giggling, the Pichu shook her head. "Well, that much is true, and I thank you for the offer, ma'am. But for now, I think I'll just stick with my big brother." She wrapped her arms around Kevin's waist, creating the perfect opportunity for the many photographers present.