A/N: Lessee. I just finished writing chapter four of this darned fanfic while I should actually be revising for my exams or at least getting some sleep because I was woken up at 4 in the morning last night all thinks to my psychopathic budgerigar, Swablu. So now I've got to hunch over the computer for hours, typing the kind of insanity that you weird people actually enjoy reading while turning my Lord of the Rings/Totally Pokémon soundtrack up as high as my CD Walkman will allow, drinking extra-caffeine coffee and propping my eyelids open with matchsticks in order to keep me from falling asleep at the keyboard. I did that once. I ended up with fifty-four pages of the letter "h". ahem

I have made a point in this chapter to NOT include any films. Having looked back through the other chapters, at least one film is watched every chapter, and they play a major role in two, which probably confused people who haven't seen the films mentioned. Sorry people.

Okay, better shut up now or my Author's Notes will be longer than the actual fic. That said, has anyone else noticed how ridiculously long my chapters are? This fic is about 50-something pages and I've still got to write chapters 6 and 7! Oo This is gonna be one long fanfic…

Dedication: To Missing No, Emerald Milotic and my adorabibble Mudkip plushie! Cuteness!

Disclaimer: This is part of my cunning ploy. I'm NOT putting a disclaimer this time and I'm seeing if anyone comes and sues me! Now all I've got to do is sit back and watch the lawsuits roll in… little do they know I spent all my money on Pokémon Colosseum last Friday! Fufufu…

---House Improvement – Sianne Style---

Nwacha opened his eyes slowly and then scrunched them shut, protecting them against the intense ray of sunlight peering through the gap in his curtains. In the bunk below him, Sparky the Pikachu was snoozing happily, hugging his Azurill plushie and murmuring in his sleep. Nwacha leaned across to his bedside table and looked at the clock. It was 2PM. Not really wanting to waste a day sleeping, the Umbreon dragged himself out of bed, and went into the bathroom to brush his teeth. That done, he went back into the bedroom and put his trademark Blackglasses on the top of his head. Then he went to wake up Sparky.

"Hey… hey Sparky. Wake up." He said, prodding Sparky slightly.

"Murrm?" Sparky mumbled.

"You planning to get up sometime today?" Nwacha asked, smiling.

"Uh, yeah!" Sparky smiled and then went to go and brush his teeth in the bathroom while Nwacha made his way downstairs to have breakfast. Sparky turned the bathroom door handle but it was locked. So he knocked at the door. "Hello?"

"Find your heart and free your mind, let's CELE-B-R-A-T-E! Time goes by, just hit rewind, let's CELE-B-R-A-T-E!" hollered Sianne, obviously singing in the shower again.

"Sianne are you nearly done? I just need to brush-"

"So take your time y'all; TIME WILL TAKE YOU!" came the weird Raichu's response, more than a couple of notes off.

Sparky sighed and went downstairs; he could do his teeth later - anything to get away from Sianne's singing.

Sianne, however, was completely unaware that Sparky had been standing at the door; ever since she had developed her habit of singing in the bath or shower, Dracoru had purposely re-made the bathroom every time to be soundproof, though Sianne's singing was so loud the houses' residents doubted a vacuum could have blocked her singing.

Having washed her fur thoroughly, the Raichu hopped out of the bath, which was a mistake. The top part of her tail, the lightning-shaped bit, had become stuck in the faucet and when she leaped out it pulled so much that Sianne spontaneously used Thunderbolt on the tap. The pipe, being made of metal and filled with water was the perfect conductor and it shot throughout the entire house's piping system. Firstly it shot straight up the shower and it began raining sparks on Sianne who failed to care, but was just mad at the tap for trapping her tail. Nwacha, who was filling up the kettle at that exact moment, was fried because the electricity came pouring out of the tap, down the flow of water and exploded the kettle in his face.

Will there ever be a morning where Sianne's low tolerance of inanimate objects will not cause something to combust? Nwacha thought to himself, casting his mind back to Monday when Sianne had nearly destroyed the food processor and then it sought revenge on the whole house. Anyway, since the entire houses' piping work was now successfully wrecked, Nwacha figured he had better ask Dracoru to hire some people to fix it. He gave a long sigh, picked up the pieces of carbonized kettle, making sure to place them securely in the bin, and went up to the attic.

Sianne happily pulled her tail out of the pile of ashes that once made up the shower and bath tap. She hopped out of the bath, dried herself and went downstairs for some breakfast, oblivious to having destroying the houses' entire piping system.

Dracoru flicked vacantly through Yellow Pages, looking for "Plumbers". His eyes fell on one advert, decorated with mushrooms and showing the advert for "The Two Mustachioed Men". The Salamence read through the ad, checking for any small print and seeing none, picked up his cordless and dialed the number, asking if they could rebuild the houses' plumbing system after it had been utterly caramelized by an extremely strong Thunderbolt attack.

Less than an hour after Dracoru's phone call, the plumbers arrived riding little green dinosaurs that were carrying their plumbing equipment. They knocked at the door only to be greeted by Kerrigan the Absol, who was waiting to see if the plumbers were good-looking. She looked them up and down. The first one was terrible. No dress sense at all, couldn't he see how bad that red outfit looked on him? He was also on the chubby side and not to mention very short. The first one hadn't met her quota so she peered past him to the second one. The green overalls he wore weren't as bad as the first plumber's red ones, but still not particularly attractive; he was tall which was good and not fat either, though the mustache could definitely go. The second one was okay, Kerrigan thought. She was about to say something to the second one when suddenly Sparky came to the door and then pushed past her.

"Aww! Your dinosaurs are so CUTE!" Sparky squealed, looking upon the dinosaurs with trainers with bubbly eyes. "They're just adorable!"

Nwacha and followed Sparky to the door and, when he noticed that it was the plumbers, he pushed Kerrigan out of the way and invited them in.

"Want a cup of tea?" Nwacha asked, leading them into the newly refurbished kitchen and put the kettle on.

"Yes a-please," said the plumber wearing red, with a strong Italian accent. The one in green, who Kerrigan was still eyeing, just nodded.

"So basically, what we need you to do is-" Nwacha was interrupted by Sianne, Blaise, Sarah and Hlìn poking their heads into the kitchen to see who had arrived.

"Who's this?" asked Sarah, pointing to the Two Mustachioed Men.

"These are the plumbers Dracoru had to hire after Siannedestroyed our entire piping system this morning." Nwacha explained, glaring at Sianne.

"The tap was evil." Sianne said bluntly. "It deserved to die. I'm sure it's getting its comeuppance in faucet hell right now. Heh heh."

"Um, this is our resident insanist, Sianne. Pay her no mind." Nwacha continued, waving a paw in Sianne' direction, who was causing the Mustachioed Men to stare at her 'tap-being-tortured-in-hell' impersonation. "So what we need you to do is take out all our broken, melted or otherwise destroyed pipes and fit in new ones. Is that okay?"

Both plumbers nodded, took their cups of tea and went outside to their dinosaur-creatures to unload all their plumbing stuff.

"Yoshi!" said one of the dinosaurs happily, before extending its tongue and swallowing Sparky whole.

"Oh dear pie!" yelled Nwacha, horrified at seeing his best friend getting eaten.

"Look!" Sarah said, pointing. The dinosaur-thing laid a large green-and-white egg, which was shaking. Nwacha went over and smashed immediately, praying that Sparky would be inside. He was, though very shaken up.

"What on earth was that dinosaur doing, eating Sparky like that?" demanded Hlìn angrily.

"Yoshi! We've a-told you time and time again not to eat out customers!" the green plumber said slightly angrily to the dinosaur, who was extending its tongue to attempt to swallow Sparky again. Sianne thought that being turned into an egg looked like fun, so she leaped in front of the same dinosaur and was promptly swallowed.

"Sianne!" screamed Sarah, and then grabbed the dinosaur-thing and shook it up and down repeatedly, trying to get Sianne out.
"Yoshi!" the dinosaur shouted and swiftly laid another egg, this time Raichu-sized, which wobbled a bit before being shattered by a blast of electricity.
"Are you all right?" Sarah asked, looking down at Sianne, who was sitting happily in a pile of eggshell.

"That was so fun! I wanna do that again!" Sianne said happily and ran around to the front of the dinosaur for another go.

"Nooo." Hlìn said, grabbing Sianne by the shoulders. She had learned from experience that grabbing Sianne by the tail was a bad idea, as she, having the type disadvantage, was very affected if hit by one of Sianne's super-strong electrical attacks.

"So, a-where shall we begin?" the red plumber asked in his Italian voice.

"How about the bathroom?" Nwacha suggested, "That's where the worst melting or destruction would have happened."

"Let-a go!" said the red one, and Nwacha and Sparky led him and the green one into the house and toward the bathroom.

"What should we do now?" Sianne asked hyperly.

"I know what you should do." Hlìn said sharply.

"What?" Sianne asked, snapping her head around so fast it was scary.

"You, Sianne, are going to repaint Luke's room." said Hlìn firmly.

"Why?" Blaise asked, intrigued.

"Because," explained the Charizard, "If I remember correctly, Sianne was the one to release the Wailord in Deanna's room, correct?"
"Yes…" said Sianne slowly.

"And did or did not that Wailord fall right through the floor and destroy Luke's room?"
"Yes…"

"Well, after talking it over with Luke, we thought it was fair that, as punishment, you should be the one to redecorate it." Hlìn said, "Dracoru did most of the work yesterday evening while we were at the cinema, he refitted the floorboards and ceiling himself, as well as readoing Deanna's room. Now all you have to do is re-carpet and paint Luke's room. And," she added for emphasis, "if you refuse, we will lock the Gamecube in Loanlee's room and tell her not to give it to you for six months."

"Six months!" repeated Sarah, as if it were her receiving the punishment.

Hlìn looked at Sianne, expecting looks of anger and fury, or at least a bit of resentment. Instead she was grinning madly and was rubbing her paws together.

"Sure!" she said happily. "When can I start?"

Hlìn, Blaise and Sarah's mouths fell open.

"Um… now, I guess." Hlìn said, still in mild shock. "The paint and carpeting is in the garage at the moment. Blaise, Sarah and I will help you carry it up and I'll try and find you some brushes. After you've finished we can play on Super Smash Bros. Or something."

"I call dibs on Pichu!" Sarah shouted quickly.

"Young Link!" called Blaise, grinning.

"And I hope this teaches you a lesson, Sianne." Hlìn added sternly. Sianne just carried on grinning madly and evilly at the same time.

After heaving the paint up the stairs, Hlìn shut Luke's bedroom door behind herself, Blaise and Sarah, and they made their way to Hlìn's room and plugged in the Gamecube and played Smash Bros. Melee. Hlìn won, followed closely by Blaise.

Sianne was sitting meditively on Luke's bed, rubbing her nose, trying to make her brain work. She needed a plan… a good plan. She glanced at the paint and carpeting lying untouched at the other end of the room. Hmm…

"Can I come in?" came Blaise's voice from the door.

"Sure!" Sianne said, not moving from her cross-legged, paw-on-nose position.

"Uh, Sianne… you've been up here for about two hours and you haven't done anything!" Blaise said, exasperated, looking around the bare room.

"Yes I have! I'm thinking about what colors I should paint the room!"
"But Hlìn's already given you white paint to do it with!"

"White?" Sianne shouted, leaping off the bed, "White! White is too boring! And Luke is too boring! I need to… jazz his room up a bit!"

"Jazz?" Blaise repeated faintly.

"Yeah! I've been thinking about it all the time I've been up here, and I was thinking… emerald green."

"Emerald?"
"And magenta!" Sianne said proudly, eyeing the plaster-covered walls like an art critic might look at a masterpiece.

"Well… maybe, to save us time, you could use the paint we already have?" Blaise pleaded.

"I will NOT paint it white! White is too… boring!" Sianne exclaimed, waving her arms around to emphasize the adjectives that were sure to describe the terribleness of 'white' perfectly, but she just couldn't think of.

"Luke likes the color white." Blaise said, wondering why Hlìn couldn't just make Dracoru paint the room and save her all the trouble.

"Luke likes fung-shui." Sianne pointed out bluntly. "Luke is not normal."

"And you are?" Snorted Blaise.

"… Shuddup. Anyway, I thought Hlìn said I was the one who was to paint the room?"

"I came up to check that you hadn't done anything like this to it!"
"I haven't done anything!"

"You're planning to!"
"Says who?"
"You, you fool!"

"Prove it." Sianne said, folding her arms. Blaise threw up her arms in defeat.

"Fine! But when Hlìn kills you for giving Luke a pie-themed room, don't expect me to arrange your funeral!" Blaise shouted before exiting the room.

Sianne gazed at the blank walls with sparkling eyes.

"A pie theme, eh?"

Sianne poked her head around the corner of the house, checking to see if anyone was looking. Seeing nobody, she darted around to the front garden, humming the theme tune to Mission: Impossible. Then she ran down the gravel path and leapt over the gate at the foot of the driveway. Then, after making it around the corner, out of view from all the windows in the house, she grinned evilly and took out a Pokéball.

"Rigar, go!" she whispered, throwing the ball in the air. From it, in a burst of light came a Xatu belonging to Alex, a friend of Dannichu's that Sianne had presumably gotten from the Storage System. Rigar had a skeptical look on his face and a wing stuck out at a slightly odd angle. "Rigar, can you do me a favor?" Sianne asked.

"Um, what kind of favor?" Rigar said suspiciously.

"Can you teleport me to Lilycove? Anywhere is good, I just need to… pick up a few things."

"Why?"
"I'll explain later," Sianne promised. Rigar sighed before closing his eyes and both he and Sianne were teleported about five miles away from The Lair of Insanity, where Sarah was still losing horribly to Hlìn.

"Do you really think it was a good idea to let Sianne be in charge of redecorating Luke's room?" Sarah asked before flinching as a Shadow Ball attack from Hlìn's SSBM Mewtwo sent her Pichu flying off stage. Blaise sighed, having missed the beginning of the game due to her 'conversation' with Sianne.

"I think so. It should teach her a lesson, to show her the effort it takes to rebuild rooms." Hlìn said, smiling at the score displayed on the television screen, confirming her inevitable victory. "I think she thinks they remake themselves."

"You only won that because I grabbed a Headless Hammer." Sarah said, "But I guess you're right. I really hope she does it properly… I'm scared she'll do something outrageous…"

Blaise decided not to tell Hlìn what Sianne had said, since she had a very short temper and, much as Blaise found Sianne noisy or tedious at times, she didn't want her reduced to a pile of smoldering ashes.
"Relax; she'll be fine." Hlìn said calmly, taking out the disk from the Gamecube and putting it back in its case. She then turned on the N64. "Stadium?"

"You're on!" Sarah and Blaise shouted in unison, grabbing their controllers from the floor.

"Dum dum, dum dum dum dum, dum dum dum, dum dum dum, dum, du-du-du-du… du-du-du-du…" murmured Sianne, humming the tune to Mission: Impossible again, while being greatly weighed down with numerous bags. She poked her Raichu face around the wall separating the small country road from the Lair of Insanity's garden, once again checking to see if there was anyone who might see her drag her 'required utensils' inside the house and up to Luke's room. She looked in all the windows and saw nobody looking out of any of them so she assumed the coast was clear. She recalled Rigar into his ball and then darted suspiciously over to the back door, slipping in noiselessly.

"Ha!" Sarah shouted triumphantly, leaping off Sianne's beanbag in elation, "I WON!"

"After we thrashed you about twenty times…" Hlìn pointed out, sharing a 'look' with Blaise, who smiled good-naturedly.

"D'you think we should go and check what Sianne's done to Luke's room yet?" Sarah asked,

"Yeah, okay." Said Blaise, silently praying that whatever Sianne had done wasn't permanent. "Okay, Hlìn?"

"Sure." Hlìn agreed, rolling up the controller's wire and turning off the N64. "She should be done by now."

Sarah, Blaise and Hlìn walked out of the living room and went upstairs to see what on earth Sianne had done to Luke's room. However, they were walking along the second floor when they bumped into Nwacha and Sparky.

"Oh, hi guys." Sparky said, "the new plumbing system is being installed fine! It should be working by tonight!"

"That's good." Sarah nodded. "Are you okay after what happened this morning, Nwacha?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," Nwacha said, "It's amazing I haven't built up an immunity to electricity, the number of times Sianne's Thunderbolted me. Which reminds me, has Sianne redecorated Luke's room yet? I heard you talking about it last night and I was a bit… dubious that she would."

"You know, it's really weird," Hlìn explained, "she didn't complain at all. In fact, she seemed happy about it."
"It's very suspicious." Blaise added.

"It is…" Nwacha nodded slowly. "Well, you gave her the job just after we took the plumbers upstairs, so she should be done by now."

"Yeah, we were just going to check and see how much she's done when we met you." Sarah said, "Do you wanna come and faint when you see whatever she's done to it? I'm not sure what I'll be more surprised at; whether she paints the entire room luminous pink or if she actually does it properly."

"Sure!" Sparky agreed, and the five friends walked with slight apprehension up to Luke's room, on the fourth floor, wondering what on earth Sianne had done to the room.

They reached Luke's room just in time to see Sianne close the door shut, with her on the outside, grinning widely at the five Pokémon standing staring at her as if she was mad. Which, of course, she was.

"I've FINISHED!" Sianne exclaimed, the way Newton probably shouted "Eureka!" after inventing gravity. Um… discovering. Ahem.

"So you've coated the walls twice, like we told you?" Hlìn asked, making sure.

"Yup!"

"And carpeted the floor?" Hlìn checked.

"Yes, I have!" Sianne said, sounding ever-so-remotely hurt that her friends had so little faith in her. Her friends failed to care, as it was for good reason that they didn't have complete faith in her nonexistent normality. "Do you wanna see?"

"That's the reason we're here, Sianne." Nwacha said in a voice tinged with sarcasm.

Sianne blinked.

"He means yes, we do." Sparky said quickly.

"Great! It took ages to get it just right, but now you can prepare to be awestruck by my amazing artistic talent!" Sianne announced, turning the door handle and flinging the door open. Unfortunately, she flung it open with a little too much vigor, causing the door to bounce off the wall and slam back in Sianne's face, knocking her over.

Hlìn, Sarah, Blaise, Sparky and Nwacha just stared at the crumpled Raichu on the floor in a strange mixture of disbelief, pity, sorrow, regret and skepticism. Mostly skepticism.

"Um…" Sianne said, picking herself up off the floor before grinning widely once more, "Let's try that again, shall we?" She opened the door grandly while doing a disturbingly accurate impression of a drum roll.

They stared.

And stared.

And stared some more.

Sparky felt weak.

Sarah felt nauseous.

Blaise's jaw dropped open.

Nwacha rolled his eyes.

Hlìn looked like she wanted to kill something. Or, more specifically, someone. Preferably a Raichu going by the name of Sianne.

"TADA!" Sianne exclaimed, as if the entire room were a masterpiece that Picasso, Gough and Dali would have turned green with envy upon seeing.

"Sianne…" Sarah said weakly, "Is that on the wall what I think it is…?

"Yes! On these very walls are mushed, flattened and varnished precisely fifty-three-and-a-half blueberry pies!" Sianne exclaimed with relish.

"You… varnished pies to the wall?" Hlìn repeated weakly.

"Yup!" Sianne said proudly, closing her eyes in admiration for her work.

"I can't believe… this…" Sarah murmured, looking as if she were about to pass out.

"It would have been fifty-four, but I got hungry." Sianne said grandly, indicating to the purple smear around her mouth.

"Sianne?" Sparky asked timidly.

"Yeeees?"

"What is that on the floor?" he said, pointing.

"Oh, the floor! The floor, the floor, the floor!" Sianne said, hardly able to contain her excitement. "As you can see, I carpeted the floor with-"

She paused for effect. Nwacha rolled his eyes again.

"PHILADELPHIA CHEESE!" Sianne shouted, indicating to the pasty-yellow mush covering the floor. "Fresh today!"

"It may be fresh today." Nwacha pointed out, while Sarah and Hlìn leaned against one another to prevent themselves from losing consciousness, "But come tomorrow the entire house will stink of putrefied Philadelphia cheese!"

"Until then!" Sianne said, walking into the room and getting her feet coated in the gooey substance.

Hlìn looked piteously at the scene before her.

"I think I'm going to cry."

"Why? Don't you like it?" Sianne asked.

"Do I like it? Do I like it?" Hlìn repeated, "No, I do not! It may not have occurred to you, but maybe Luke doesn't want a pie-and-cheese-themed bedroom…"

"Nonsense! Who wouldn't?"

"Um… Luke?" Blaise said helpfully.

"What does Luke have to do with this?"

"Grahhh!" Hlìn shouted. Nwacha made a mental note to look up "grahhh" in the dictionary at the next chance.

"Well, Luke definitely won't want this room." Sparky said quietly, looking up at the pie-encrusted walls.

"So what can we do?" Sarah asked, "He'll have to go and live with Dracoru or someone for a while"

"I have an idea." Nwacha said suddenly, causing everyone, including Sianne to look up. "How about we just make Sianne take everything off the wall and floor, and then just either paint it ourselves or hire somebody to?"

"Yeah!" Sparky chimed in, "Maybe we could ask those plumbers to do it!"

"Okay, Sianne?" Hlìn asked, turning to face Sianne, "you take everything off the wall and floor and we'll repaint it ourselves, okay? All you have to do is take it off the walls. I'm sure not even you could mess that up."

"Don't be so sure." Sarah said, eyeing Sianne, "Sianne can mess anything up if she puts her mind to it."

"My sentiments exactly!" Sianne said enthusiastically.

Nwacha and Hlìn sweatdropped. "Why me?" They said simultaneously.

"Now, if you would a-pass me that there…" said one of the plumbers to his younger brother, from his rather small place between two walls, trying to reinstall a new pipe. As his brother handed him the spanner, two Pokémon entered the room, one sitting on the other's head.

"Hello," said Nwacha, looking at the pile of old (and semi-destroyed) pipes on the floor, "I see you're doing a good job."

"I didn't think even Sianne's Thunderbolts were capable of doing this…" Sparky commented.

"Are you nearly finished?" Nwacha asked.

"Yes, we should be done after we get-a this pipe in place" the plumber dressed in red said, passing the final pipe to the one dressed in green, who was slim enough to fit in the gap. "Why?"
"Well, we were wondering if you did painting along with plumbing." Nwacha said.

"Yes, we do painting occasionally; is there something you need us to paint?"

"Well, yes. See, we would be very grateful if you could help us repaint one of the house's bedrooms. It was very recently the subject of a… um…" Nwacha struggled to find word to describe the new state of Luke's room.

"Fiasco" Sparky put in helpfully.

"Yes, and it could really do with painting. Would you be able to help us out?"

"Yes, we will be up as soon as we a-clean up here!" said the red plumber in his Italian voice, putting away a screwdriver into a box of tools. "Just give us a minute or two and then a-lead the way!"

A little later, the combined effort of Sarah, Blaise, Hlìn, Sparky, Nwacha, the Mustachioed Men, Sianne (to a certain extent), and also Hypello, Souriee and Rebecca had led to the removal of the cheese and pies from the walls and floor. Nwacha had convinced the Swinub, Jolteon and Pikachu to come and help, but Kerrigan had refused, arguing that it might 'mess up her fur', while Terra was out flying somewhere with nearly everyone else. They had also agreed that it was best to keep everything that had occurred a secret from Luke. They had then brought up numerous paintbrushes, rollers and other painting implements and began to set to work repainting Luke's room. Sparky was sitting on Hlìn's head, reaching up and painting the ceiling, while Souriee and Hypello were painting lower down the wall. Sianne was attempting to be a Smeargle by dunking her tail in the tins of while paint and then wipe it over the wall, creating a very bumpy effect. Nwacha made it his business to follow Sianne and 'touch up' the lumps of paint she had unceremoniously left splattered over the wall. After about half an hour later, the first coat of paint had been layered onto the wall and everyone stepped back to admire his or her handiwork. Nwacha went downstairs to make some cups of tea, while Becky and Souriee were trying to keep Sianne from wrecking the room in one way or another.

After coating the wall a second tile and then leaving it for a while, allowing it time to dry, Nwacha and Hlìn told the plumbers that they were no longer required, however, their help had been greatly appreciated.

"Thank you so much for your help, with both the plumbing and the painting." Nwacha told them, after Hlìn had paid them a large amount of Credits.

"You are a-welcome" the one dressed in green said, and then both plumbers took their toolkits out to the garden and rode away on their little dinosaurlike creatures.

"So what's left to do now?" asked Becky after Nwacha and Hlìn had come upstairs, and Sparky and Souriee had been sent to get the carpet, which was in the basement to prevent it from getting splattered with paint.

"Not much, all we've really got to do is wait for it to dry-"

"-which should take only another fifteen minutes-" Hypello cut in.

"-and then we just lay out the carpet and move all of Luke's stuff back into his room from Sarah's."

"Yeah, but that could take hours in itself" Sarah pointed out, "you know Luke, everything has got to be in its correct place and things. Heck, the Zangoose doesn't like his dust disturbed."

"I know; that was the main reason he didn't really want Sianne to redecorate his room," Hlìn admitted, "that and his goodness of nature. But we'll get everything back in place, don't worry."

"Hey! Can you let us in please?" came a shout from behind the door. Sarah opened it and was greeted by the sight of Sparky and Souriee struggling under the weight of a large rolled-up carpet. Hlìn picked it off from their shoulders and they both breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, we just need to roll this out. It shouldn't be too difficult, but there's that bit at the other end of the room, where Sarah's room kind of juts in." Hlìn said, "if everyone can come over to this side, and then we roll it out, it should be okay."

Everyone followed her instructions, save for Sianne who simply leaped up and grabbed the light fixture, which didn't have a lampshade on, which made painting the ceiling much easier. She just swung from it and, aside from nearly kicking Hlìn in the back of the head, just watched everyone. They all pushed the carpet, unrolling it, and then eased it into the difficult corners. Then they walked around on it for a bit, wearing it into place. Then, Hlìn, Becky and Nwacha, the three strongest, carried Luke's bed into his room and put it into place. Then the smaller Pokémon carried in his smaller possessions and put them carefully where they were before. This was especially difficult as Luke had a number of small glass ornaments that had to be arranged in a certain way, as well as his purple with gold embroidery velvet bean cushion that he made himself, which was his prize possession has to be put in exactly the right spot in the far corner of the room. Also was his meditating rug, a small mat where he went to concentrate whenever the house became too noisy (more often than not because of Sianne) or if his 'ex-eye', as he called it, began hurting him. There was also his extensive collection of candles, which were almost always lit (though he blew them out at night to prevent them becoming a fire-hazard), and had to be put in a certain order, such as the nicest-smelling, then the most colorful and the tallest, each symbolizing something different.

A couple of hours later, after they were sure they had put everything in the exact places, Rebecca and Hypello went down into the living room to go and get Luke.

"Luke!" Hypello called, "We- I mean, Sianne has finished doing your bedroom!"

"Yeah," Becky agreed, "she sent us down to get you."

"That's good," Luke said, though he didn't really believe that Sianne had done it all by herself. Aside from Sianne being unable to keep herself from destroying the room, the Swinub and Jolteon were both covered in paint. Putting in his bookmark to save his page, Luke carried his book upstairs with Hypello and Becky following, "she did do it… right, didn't she?"

"Yeah, we kept a close eye on her, and helped put all the stuff back in," Becky said carefully, "we did our best to make sure it all went back into the right places."

"And nothing got broken," Hypello reassured.

"That's a relief." Luke said, opening his door.

He was greeted by Nwacha, Blaise, Sparky, Hlìn, Souriee, Sarah and Sianne, all covered from head to toe in paint, looking anxiously for his reaction to his 'new' room.

"Wow." Luke managed to say, looking around. He could instantly see where things were out of place, but he could rectify those later, and he wanted his friend to know that he appreciated what they had done. "It's great!" he exclaimed sincerely.

"Well," Hlìn decided to just forget telling Luke that Sianne had done it all, as they were all covered in paint, but she still 'omitted the truth' of the fiasco with Sianne's idea of 'house improvement', "we gave Sianne a little help."

"I think the pies looked better," Sianne said, still hanging from the light, which now had its white lampshade back on.

"What pies?" Hlìn asked, covering up.

"The pies I-" Sianne began

"Yes, we know you ate a lot of pie, but Luke doesn't need to know that." Sarah said quickly.

"And you even tinted the walls blue." Luke said, looking around, "My favorite color."

"Blue?" Hypello, Hlìn and Nwacha chorused, staring at the walls. Then they noticed that the blue from the blueberry pies had turned the white an extremely pale shade of blue. Ah well; as long as Luke liked it.

"Did we put everything back in the right places?" Hypello asked, looking anxiously around at all of Luke's paintings of wild Pokémon (part of his fung-shui) hanging from his wall, and the ornaments decorating his windowsill and large bookshelf.

"Yes," Luke said sincerely, "well, there are a couple of things that I can do later, but you did an amazing job, what with all the things I have."

Everyone (save for Luke and Sianne) breathed a sigh of relief. Then they all left the room. Luke gave them all a final goodbye and Sarah pulled Sianne down from the light before she bounced down and knocked over a candle or something.

"Whew… that turned out really well, didn't it?" Hypello said to Sarah after they were out in the hallway.

"Yeah," replied the Swinub, "especially with the blue thing."

"Now Sianne…" Hlìn said sternly, "It was probably my fault for making you paint his room in the first place, but…"

"Don't ever decorate anything ever again." Sarah finished.

"Yeah." Hlìn agreed, laughing. "For the good of all of ours' sanity."

"Or your lack thereof." Rebecca added.

"Whee!" Sianne squealed, hanging from the hall light, not listening, let along understanding what her friends were saying. All she knew was that painting and decorating was fun and she wanted to do it again as soon as possible…

---End of Chapter 5---