The tour continued down the hall as the remaining guests looked around at the wallpaper of pokeballs. As they walked, the last little girl stopped as she noticed something in one of the rooms.
"Daddy!" she screamed as she ran up to the door, which caused everyone to turn and look at her.
"What is it, dear?" Her father asked, approaching his daughter.
"Look!" she said, pointing through the glass window of the door, "Look what's inside!"
As the father looked at what was inside, he gave a tired sigh. Ash, Dawn, Brock and Zoey also took a glimpse of what was inside. Inside was a room all white, with tables of scales, like a sorting room. But there were no people doing the sorting. It was bigger than average Furrets. The girl's father turned to Pokey Pete.
"Are we able to take a look at this room, Pokey Pete, sir?" He asked.
Pokey Pete thought for a moment, with a hand to his chin.
"I suppose you can," He said, walking over and opening the door, "I don't see how it can hurt"
With that, the group followed Pokey Pete into the wide sorting-like room filled with big Furrets, hurriedly sorting round white spheres.
"This is amazing" Zoey said as they watched the Furrets.
"What is this room, Pokey Pete?" Brock asked.
"This, my dear friend," Pokey Pete began explaining, "is the Progress Room. This is where all the pokeballs I make start off. They start off as simple white spheres, which the Furret then crack open, and put back together as open and shut spheres, and then using their super large long tails, they paint the balls their respective colours-"
"How do they know what colour to paint it?" Dawn asked.
"Simple!" Pokey Pete said, walking down to one of the tables ,as the rest followed, and picking up a sphere, showing the group.
He pointed to a small engraving on front of it.
"See here?" He asked, "This engraving has a fancy U on it. Barely seeable for human eyes, but the Furrets have good eyesight. The U implies that this is to be an Ultra Ball, so they will paint it it's respective black and yellow"
He placed the ball back on the table, with a smile. They heard a noise coming from the back of the room. The guests got a bit frightened as they looked to the back wall at the scales.
"Nothing to worry about," Pokey Pete calmed the group, "That was simply a bad ball"
"Bad ball?" Ash asked.
"Pika?" Pikachu chimed in, tilting it's head.
"Bad ball, yes," Pokey Pete stated, "Not all of the spheres are workable when they are separated and put back together. Those machines that look like scales, are Testers. Once the ball is all painted and ready to be moved on for possible sale in PokeMarts, the Furret place it on the Tester, and that decides if the ball is suitable or not. If it's not suitable, the Tester will make that noise, and that ball will go down a separate chute"
"The Furrets seem like very hard workers" Brock pointed out, as he watched the Pokemon rush up and down so fast paced it almost made you dizzy.
"Yes, being larger fills them with more adrenaline and allows them to work twice as fast" Pokey Pete stated.
"Daddy, I want a Furret!" the little girl said to her father.
"I told you, dear," the father said, "I'll catch one when the tour's over"
"But I don't want any old Furret," the girl stated, "I want one of these Furret!"
"I don't think you can-" Zoey started, but was cut off by the girl's father.
"Not your business," he said, turning to Pokey Pete, "How much do you want for one of the Furret, sir?"
"I'm sorry?" Pokey Pete asked.
"I want to buy one of those Furret off you" The girl's father explained.
"Those are one of a kind, two times the size of your average Furret Furrets," Pokey Pete told the man, "There's no way I could part with any one of them. Put your money away"
"Sorry, sweetheart," The man said, putting his wallet away and turning to his daughter, "A normal Furret will have to do"
"But I don't want a normal Furret!" The girl said, "I want one of THESE Furret!"
"I know" said the father.
"And If I don't get one, you know what's going to happen" the girl continued on.
"Yes, dear" the father sighed.
"I'm going to...SCREAAAAM!" screamed the girl.
"Pikaaa!" Pikachu cried, covering it's ears.
"Pipluuup!" Piplup cried as it did the same.
"Ohmygosh" Dawn said, as she, Brock, Zoey and Ash covered their own ears.
"What's she doing?!" Zoey asked.
The girl had suddenly ran up to the tables, picked up a paintbrush and placed a plain white unbroken sphere ontop, and began to sing.
"I want a Furret
There's no way to deter it
Cause I want it now"
She ran about the room making a mess of things as she sang.
"I want it fluffy, and I want it big
I'll even teach it how to use Dig
But I want it now
I don't want it today, I don't want it tomorrow
Cause without it, I'll be filled with sorrow
I want it now"
She threw unfinished balls everywhere and ran around the tables, behind them to the Testers, which she began climbing.
"A normal one won't do
I'll just tell it to shoo
I want one of these
Oh, please, oh pretty please
But I want it now"
She kept climbing.
"I'll say it once, I'll say it twice
I'll say it with sugar and even with spice, that
I want it noo-"
She got cut off as a Tester scaled her as a bad ball and sent her down through the chute. Ash, Brock, Dawn and Zoey gave loud gasps.
"Darling!" The father screamed, "What happened to her?!"
"She was a bad ball" Pokey Pete simply stated.
"And?" asked the father.
"She went where all bad balls go" Pokey Pete said.
"Where's that?" Zoey asked.
"The garbage chute" Pokey Pete said calmly.
"T-the garbage chute-" the father said, with laughter.
"Which leads to the furnace" Pokey Pete added.
"T-the furnace-" the father said, continuing laughing.
But Pokey Pete remained serious. The father then realised that he wasn't joking.
"Dear me! Sweetie, daddy's coming!" he said as he ran for a Tester.
"Sir! I can quite easily call the Munch-" Pokey Pete began saying, trying to stop the man, but it was too late.
The man had literally jumped into the same Tester his daughter fell through, which also marked him as a bad ball.
"Will they be alright?" Brock asked.
"Should be," Pokey Pete said, "Tuesdays are the Magbys day off"
"That's a relief" Dawn said.
"Or was it Thursdays?" Pokey Pete asked himself.
"Pika?!" Pikachu gasped.
"Pip?!" Piplup gasped in unison.
"But on with the tour, eh?!" Pokey Pete exclaimed excitedly as he led them out of the room and they continued down the hallway.