Jellybeans.
Max had to feed Pikachu some jellybeans.
Ash, Brock, May, and Max had returned to Pallet Town to celebrate the Easter holiday wish Ash's mother and Professor Oak. As they all stuffed their faces with the candy they found in their Easter eggs, Max had leaned over to a watching Pikachu and offered him some of his jellybeans. 'After all' he thought, 'Ash let's Pikachu eat ice cream all the time! What would a jellybean do wrong?'
Bad idea.
Pikachu was hooked from the first nibble. And they were in for a rough night.
Ash peered out from inside a large cabinet in the living room, his eyes narrowed. Layers of rubber gloves coated his hands, which were firmly gripping the handle to the cabinet. 4 hours. 4 long hours had Pikachu been tearing through the house like a maniac, shocking everyone in his path and letting out high squeals of Pikachu laughter. His eyes drifted to the huge empty bag of jellybeans that had been filled to the brim merely hours ago. It was torn down the side hastily, shredded as stray forgotten jellybeans lay scattered around the kitchen.
"He's coming!" Another hiding voice, possibly Brocks drifted from somewhere around the room.
Sure enough, the sound of clabbering paws thundered around the hallway upstairs, drifting closer and closer to the stair case.
"Right! Everyone in position!" Ash whispered loudly, glancing around the room through the crack. May's Beautifly hovered soundlessly in the air above them, waiting for the signal. All the others were hiding away, muscles tensed and ready to pounce.
There was a pause, and then the thundering of paws echoed throughout the room, a yellow blur zipping into the room and all around it.
"PIKA PIKA PIKA PIKA PIKA PIKA PIKA PIKA PIKA PIKA PIKA PIKA!~" Pikachu was exclaiming repeatedly, his brown eyes dilated from the overload of sugar coursing through his electrified veins.
"NOW!" Ash exclaimed, leaping from his hiding spot. Almost simultaneously Brock, Max, and May sprang out from their own hiding spots, brandishing nets. May's Beautifly used String Shot on Pikachu, wrapping a sticky cord of silk around the little electric mouse. Right as Pikachu was restrained, Ash sprang on top of him, pinning the flailing Pikachu down, "Gotcha!"
"CHUUU! CHUU! CHUUU! CHUUU!" Pikachu repeated over and over again, releasing shock after shock. Ash clenched his teeth as Pikachu shocked him, even the rubber gloves not providing enough protection from his power. Pikachu panted, kicking and flailing around wildly with his hind paws, hitting Ash in the face over and over again.
"Oof! OW! Pika-Ow!-chu, quit it!~" he exclaimed between kicks to the face.
"Pika pika pika pika!" Pikachu squealed excitedly, reaching down and latching onto the sticky silk that bound him. After a good tug of the teeth he was free, and started flailing and kicking harder in Ash's grasp.
With a yelp Ash released Pikachu, and the little yellow blur darted off. May, Max, and Brock made a move at once, all three swinging their nets out to catch the electric mouse. But their efforts were futile as the sugar-rushed Pokemon zipped past them. Much to all their shock Pikachu used tackle attack right into the thin wall between the living room and guest room, smashing a sizable hole through it.
Ash groaned, sitting up from where he lay and looking at the wall mournfully, "Mom's gonna kill me!"
After a few more hours of chasing around the pesky little pokemon, Pikachu had 'hit the fan'. The moment the sugar rush had worn off on him was the moment his stomach had finally reacted to the pounds of jellybeans he had eaten. As soon as Pikachu had slowed down for the first time in hours, he began to vomit erratically, dumping the contents of his stomach out everywhere.
Ash had been quite alarmed at this, and kept insisting that they needed to take Pikachu to the Pokemon Center right away. But Brock had managed to calm him down, reassuring him that Pikachu most likely had an upset stomach and was just expelling the jellybeans from his body. A good night's sleep and a cool rag on his head would help him through this.
Ash's mom had definitely given him an earful when she came home and found the hole in the wall and Pikachu throw-up everywhere, but it was nothing compared the lecture he had given Max for giving Pikachu jellybeans in the first place.
He sighed from where he currently sat at his bedside, his hand resting on Pikachu's back as Pikachu leaned over and threw up into the bucket below for the umpteenth time that night. He helped lay the little pokemon back down, placing the cold rag back on his head and stroking his fur softly.
"Pikaa~chaaa..." Pikachu called mournfully, probably apologizing again to Ash.
"Hey, don't worry about it little buddy, I know you didn't mean it. Let's just stay away from jellybeans from now on, right Pikachu?" he smiled softly at his best friend and pokemon.
"Pika~.." Pikachu confirmed softly with a little smile, before falling back into a fitful sleep.
Ash nursed Pikachu back to health through that entire night, eventually resting his head on the side of his bed at some time in the wee hours of the morning.
Meanwhile, Brock's Lotad waddled around the house curiously, stopping at the kitchen as it spotted a few stray jellybeans scattered on the floor.
"Lo?" it questioned, stooping down to taste one. It sprang up immediately, little eyes dilating.
Uh-Oh, here we go again! xD Happy Easter everyone! I was actually eating Jellybeans while writing this! xD
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