~ Adventure Logs of Vampires with Monsters in Their Pockets ~

Carol Lockwood had called the sheriff's office in a panic when she found a wild Pokemon that had somehow gotten into her house. (Unfortunately, unlike vampires, Pokemon did not need an invitation and wild monsters sometimes invaded human homes.) It wasn't a police matter, but since Liz was also the Pokemon Ranger for the area, she was the person to call for assistance with Pokemon-related emergencies.

It was only after hanging up the phone that Carol discovered her call might have been premature, as she heard her son yell from several rooms away at the rampaging Pokemon: "No! Get back in your Pokeball, Assblaster 5000!"

She went to confront her child.

"Tyler, is that your stinky nasty Pokemon?" she asked, pointing at the Skuntank which was stubbornly refusing to go back into the ball that Tyler was holding. "And what did I hear you calling it?"

"Um... yes, he's mine," Tyler answered sheepishly. "And his name is, uh... Gasblaster 5000."

Assblaster 5000 waddled over to Carol and licked her hand, then made a noise with his mouth that sounded distinctly like a particularly juicy fart.

"Get that disgusting thing out of my house!"

"Aw, mom... he likes you."

The skunk monster made another fart noise.

Carol clapped a hand to her forehead and sighed.

"Get it back in the ball or take to your room or something," she said resignedly. "I have to go call Liz again."

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