"Pika!" I said, rushing up to the house. The couch! Under the couch!
Mimey let me in, looking a little confused at my franticness.
[Mimey, did Togepi come in the house all alone?] I asked in a rush.
"Mime," he nodded, giving me a curious look. [I let Togepi inside. It was crying at the door. Probably hungry.]
[What'd you do then?] I thought for a second, then added, [Did you dust Togepi like you did me?]
"Mister," he nodded. [I have to keep everyone clean.]
[What'd you do next?]
[I went upstairs to clean,] he said in a tone of voice that reminded me of the human word 'duh.'
[Then what happened?] I asked.
[I heard Togepi crying, so I came downstairs.]
[Then?] I pestered, peering up at him.
[I couldn't get Togepi to stop crying, so I got Bulbasaur, since he was closest to the house.]
[And Bulbasaur lulled Togepi to sleep,] I said underneath my breath, finishing the story. [The hairs....It still doesn't explain the hairs....] I spoke softly to myself. I looked sharply at Mimey. [Thanks!] I shot as I sped outside.
[Vulpix!] I called to the awaiting Pokémon. [Did you have any contact with Togepi today?]
The Fire-type nodded. [I was playing with Togepi, but I think it was hungry. It bit my tail.] She whimpered and showed her injured tail. [It hurt, so I stopped playing with Togepi.]
[Then?] I queried.
[I think it wandered off,] Vulpix answered. [It might have gone inside to eat.]
I began thinking out loud. [So Togepi bit Vulpix and got her hairs in its mouth. It was hungry and, logically, if that egg could be logical, went inside, where it was dusted by Mimey. Then Togepi must have gone into the kitchen, where it used its mind to open the refrigerator doors.] I scratched my head, thinking. [So the feathers and the fur got onto the bottle....Togepi must have eaten the contents of the bottle, then....Then played with it, getting ketchup all over itself! The bottle rolled under the couch, so Togepi started crying. Then Mimey came, and—] I cut off.
It was that blasted egg that had done it.
That stupid egg had stolen my ketchup bottle!
I scampered over to where the cursed thing was snoozing with Pikachu-pi, throwing off the appendages of my friends that tried to get me not to.
I ripped the egg off Pikachu-pi and threw it to the ground, where it immediately started sobbing like the crybaby it was. Truly, however, it was not hurt.
I had put my life in danger for this blasted egg countless times, only to have it go and steal my ketchup bottle.
I would make scrambled eggs out of it!
My cheeks sparked. "Piiiiiiikaaaaaa—"
Author's Note: Surely you didn't think I'd let you off without another twist, did you? Wait for the next chapter. It's short, but it's the final one....
