1) Replace Flint's hairspray (We all know he uses it) with pink hair color spray.

"You knew right," the man at the computer said. "And I'm assuming you meant hair dye…?"

2) Hide a couple Spinerak in a random elite's bed/closet.

"We've got far too many Spinarak around here, you got that right…"

3) Crush every single pair of Lucian's glasses, hide his contact lenses and then burn his books to ashes.

- Do a friggin' kareoke night. Make everyone do embarrassing songs. Karen can do a song called 'Kitty cat'. XD
- Make Will scream. I dunno how, just do it.

That was what it said on the monitor, a bleary-eyed Wallace staring at it.

"Interesting…" he mumbled, scrolling down the page. "It might be a short chapter, if only two people have bothered to reply… ah well. I'm getting started. I'll type it up some other time, I guess… but making Will scream should be fun!" He memorized the list and got up from his chair, closing the window and shutting off the computer.

"Okay." He said. "First, find Flint's hair spray and… what good will that do? Rayshia must have meant hair dye." He slipped into the large Medicine Cabinet of Impending Doom, right inside the larger Bathroom of Impending Doom, and looked around in it for pink hair dye.

"No… no… no… ah no, there's no pink… hey! Lucian and Will use purple, don't they?" He snickered as he reached for a can of purple dye, then grabbed a few more.

He placed the cans on the table as he thought about the list. Alright… now I have to find a Spinarak…His eyes lit up. Wallace gave one last glance at the hair dye as he grabbed a few Ultra Balls from the shelf and headed for the attic, running as fast as he could. Everybody was out and about, so he didn't have to sacrifice time for silence.

It at that time occurred to him that Cynthia, Wallace, Gary, or Lance weren't with him. He stopped in the hallway, and briefly considered letting them in on what he was going to do. "Oh, well," he chirped happily, "I was the one who checked the computer."

He emerged a couple minutes later with two Ultra Balls. Both Pokeballs contained a slightly unnerving green spider perfect for inserting into people's beds. He put them in his pockets, and went to regain the hair dye to put into Flint's room… only problem was, it wasn't there. Wallace took the opportunity to shout a loud curse (appropriately covered by a shrill BEEEEEEP!) and went to the cabinet again, searching for another bizarre color of hair dye. It can't be that hard, he thought. I mean, we're all anime characters for Arceus' sake. Most of us have crazy hair colors. His eyes fell on Karen's snow-white dye, and he giggled like a young female schoolchild and snatched it.

Skipping down the hallway, still in an extremely good mood, he pushed the hair dye into a bag just as Flint passed him in the corridor.

"Hey," the red-haired man said with one of his trademark Casual Smirks, having washed off the face-paint in an unknown period prior to this chapter, probably in the span of time Murky was being lazy.

"Hello," Wallace nodded at him. He smirked back and passed; Wallace nearly laughed out loud at the thought of Flint being completely unaware that the stuff in his bag was going to soon make the Afro Guy's hair strongly resemble that of a certain super-duper changing-hair-color-when-exposed-to-console-games (it's a new word!) Elite female named Karen.

"Alright…" Wallace murmured as he entered Flint's room. The guy never put a lock on it; and yet he was still always surprised when his money or some Pokeballs went missing. "Okay, so here's the hair dye." He glanced at the product first to make sure it was hair dye and not, say, deadly poison. It was hair dye. Cheerily, he placed the white hair dye on the table, making sure that the label faced the wall, and removed all the red dye. He then promptly exited the room (but not after taking some of his Ultra Balls).

When he was about halfway down the corridor, Flint reappeared. "Hey again!" The man Trademark Smirked as he said this.

"Hello again." Wallace nodded to him. Flint swished past him, and Wallace continued down the corridor, gravity-defying hair bobbing violently.

"Next thing to do…" He muttered, trying to recall. "Oh yeah. I now have the honor of trashing Lucian's stuff."

He continued to walk down the long corridor until he got to the other side, where Lucian's door was. He had taken a detour to a certain room of the castle that attracted Pokemon like crazy and caught a Charmander, to use for the BURNINAYSHUNNNNN of Lucian's literature.

"Alright. I had better do all the other things first." He sent out the Charmander and promptly smashed Lucian's single pair of glasses (he was at the pool; who wears their glasses to the pool? He's not even near- or far-sighted anyway…). After he had accomplished that, Wallace grabbed all of the Shinolite's boxes of contact lenses (a grand total of two) and tossed them at the Charmader. He burned them immediately, and Wallace patted the Pokémon's head and cooed, "good boy~" The Charmander enjoyed it.

"Alright, now let's go into this guy's library and BURN IT ALL!" Wallace was elated as he opened the door that led from Lucian's room to his personal library. Once they got there, Wallace ushered Charmander in and stood by the doorway.

"Now, use Ember on the nearest bookcase!" Charmander Embered the nearest bookcase. The metal room filled with books promptly went up in smoke.

Wallace grabbed Charmander and put him down outside of the burning room and shut the metal door. "It will run out of air eventually," he explained to the small Pokemon who was horrified at the thought of his master shutting the door on a fire, "and then it will just go out!" the Charmander made a series of high-pitched chirping noises which translated roughly into "YOU BLEEPING IDIOT! WHY DID YOU DO IT IN THE FIRST PLACE?"

"I know. You're so proud I'm smart." Wallace nodded proudly, and Charmander rolled his eyes. "You know," the man continued, "you did pretty well. Whaddya say we do these together from now on?" The Charmander smiled at him and nodded.

"Alright! Now we gotta organize a karaoke night and make Will scr-" He was cut off by a loud noise that came in the general direction of the bathroom and Medicine Cabinet of Impending Doom.

"WHERE IS MY HAIR DYE?!?"

"Cross 'make Will scream' off the list," Wallace commented flatly.