Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon
Espeon frowned as he surveyed the room around him. This was not what he had planned on doing, or where he had planned on being. This was totally wrong. He would admit he got a bit full of himself sometimes. But hey, he had good reason for it! Without him, the team would fall apart, and most likely Wes, Umbreon, and himself would've been in jail a long time ago.
Ah, sure, Wes was smart. He could think fast on his feet, but Espeon, now he knew he was something special. Sure, they would blow the place up and get to the desertcycle, but what about after that? What then?
That, he would smugly think to himself, is where I come in. Wes planned out the present moment, while Espeon thought about the future, and with his planning skill, everything was always predictable, in his line of view, at least.
This, however, was an exception.
Espeon gazed around the big, white, pokedoll filled room. What on earth…? This place was a mess. He couldn't see straight with all of these clashing colors, let alone come up with a plan. See there? That Sandslash should've been next to the Sandshrew, because they were evolved forms, and that Charmander over there should've been next to the Charizard… Where's that stupid Charmeleon doll…?
And so, Espeon dutifully carried out his own orders. These dolls, after all, could not remain in a disorganized mess. He jumped gracefully from one pile to the next, occasionally muttering things such as "There we go…" and "I'll just put you over here…"
However, for all of Espeon's progress, he had no hopes of organizing the whole room. There were just too many pokedolls.
""Another, Pidgey?" he groaned. This was getting rather bothersome.
"Geez, how many Tyranitar dolls are in this room?" he asked himself. Then an idea dawned on him, slowly at first, but with a growing realization.
"That's it!" cried Espeon victoriously.
"There's just too many," he concluded, "I'm going to have to arrange them my types, not evolution!"