Snivy was shown lying awake in his bed, eyes bloodshot with sheer exhaustion. Tepig could be heard screaming in what could only be described as agony from his bedroom. Snivy sighed deeply and grunted as he struggled out of bed and trudged through the hallway.

On his way to Tepig's room, he peered into Oshawott's door, which was wide open and noticed he was wearing earplugs and sleeping like an infant.

"Lucky dog," Snivy muttered as he approached Tepig's door and slowly banged upon it.

Tepig momentarily stopped his agonizing yells and opened up the door. "Oh, hey, Snivy."

The narcissistic grass-type sighed deeply. "Tepig. Tell me. Why do you wake up in the middle of the night screaming every once in a while?

Tepig shrugged. "I have dreams about donuts, wake up and realize it didn't really happen, and scream due to my loss. It's freaking messed up, man." He continued to shriek at the top of his lungs.

Snivy's right eye twitched as he sighed deeply once more. "If I get you some donuts, will you shut the heck up?"

Tepig shrugged despite his screaming. "Yeah, I guess."

Snivy dragged himself towards the kitchen and stopped momentarily when he heard Tepig's yells continue. "It's almost over, Snivy… it's almost over." He began coaxing himself as he pulled a box of donuts out of the pantry. "Okay, just grab a donut and…" He opened the box and found nothing but crumbs inside. His face was horrorstricken. "B-but… I bought this box just yesterday."

He then recalled the preceding afternoon when Tepig and Oshawott had played Chubby Bunny using the donuts.

"Chubby Bunny." Oshawott had muttered, four donuts stuffed into his mouth.

Snivy, simply onlooking their idiocy, had questioned, "Shouldn't you guys use marshmallows, like normal people?"

Tepig had shrugged. "Donuts are much more hardcore, man."

Snivy, now in the present, smashing his head against the counter. "If only I had stopped that moronic game… if only, if only."

Tepig was smashing a lamp in frustration when Snivy came back into his room. He sheepishly shrugged, ready to endure another screaming fit.

"Um, Tepig…" He began. "We're… out of donuts."

Tepig began to howl as loud as possible, shattering his friend's eardrums.

"Wait!" Snivy interrupted. "We can, um… get some more donuts. J-just…" He pulled out his car keys. "We'll take my car! We'll have you eating in no time! …Just stop screaming."

Tepig's eyes lit up. "Really, dude?" He asked. "You'd get up at three in the morning just to drive me to a donut place in the car you never even let me sit in?"

"Sure…" Snivy murmured under his breath. "Of course, Tepig."

"Yay, adventure!" Tepig squealed and ran out of the room.

Snivy winced in sheer misery. "I can't believe I'm doing this to myself…"

Moments later, the two were sitting in Snivy's car, the grass-type driving and Tepig at shotgun.

"Dude…" Tepig awed. "This car is so… clean."

Snivy scoffed. "Compared to yours, of course it is. And I plan to keep it that way, so—"

Tepig's seat and the floor around it were already covered in wrappers, old pieces of gum, and other assorted trash items. "So, what?"

Snivy growled in agony. "You know what, just… never mind." He put the key in the ignition. "Now, let's get this over with…" He began to drive forward.

Tepig spoke up as they neared the town limits. "Can I put in a new CD I bought?" He held up a CD from a band called "One Dimension."

"Who buys CDs anymore?" Snivy scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Now everyone just connects their MP3s to something in the car to play albums."

Tepig eyed Snivy's MP3 player. "But… I don't like Arbok Starship."

Snivy flipped the CD out of Tepig's hand and it fell out the car window. "And I don't like One Dimension."

Tepig began to wail and sob and Snivy groaned.

"What have I done?" Snivy muttered. "At least the donut place isn't so far away."

Approximately thirty minutes after, Snivy parked in front of Donut Palace and began to climb out of the car.

"Dude, wait!" Tepig called. "This isn't my favorite donut place."

Snivy attempted to not throw a temper tantrum and clenched. "But, Tepig… this is the only donut place I know."

Tepig shrugged. "Maybe I could give you directions to my favorite place. It's not that far away, man."

"Not too far away meaning…?" Snivy sighed.

"It's not that long a drive, dude." Tepig assured. "On average, about… three hours?"

Snivy sighed deeply and calmly said, "Excuse me a minute." He threw a fit in an alleyway that, without being described in gruesome detail, ended in a Batman suit torn to pieces in the garbage, several newspapers stuck with maple syrup to the wall, and fifteen injuries. He eventually bolted back to Tepig. "Three freaking hours? All for donuts?"

Tepig looked down in dismay. "Well, dude… it's either that or I go back to screaming alone in my room in the middle of the night… and that'd suck."

Snivy caved faster than one would think. "…Fine, then. Just… fine. I'm not ever going to get this time back, anyway. So… who cares? You've wasted enough of my life. Three hours is nothing!"

"Wouldn't it be six hours?" Tepig pointed out. "You know, on the return trip?"

"Don't. Remind me." Snivy ordered. "Now, then… let's get started with the rest of our sleepless night. Good thing I'm already too sexy to need beauty sleep, huh? You, on the other hand…" He left the sentence hanging in the air and started the car back up as Tepig began directing him.

After that exchange, Snivy was forced to drive for hours around the surrounding area, getting farther and farther away from where they both lived.

After two hours and thirty-five minutes, they were speeding at eighty miles per hour in the middle of the countryside. Then, the worst possible thing could happen, did happen.

Snivy confirmed the inevitable. "We're out of gas." He laid his head upon the steering wheel. "W-we're out of g-gas…" He took a deep breath. "Oh, well, then…" He slipped into the backseat and went into a fetal position.

"Dude, what are you doing?" Tepig questioned.

"Getting ready to die." Snivy said unnaturally calmly. "We're stranded here, miles from civilization or any other living thing, so it's time to face it: We're going to die in my car. At least I'm dying in something I own." He eyed Tepig judgingly. "Get out and die on the grass, will you?"

"We're going to be fine, man!" Tepig argued. "It's twenty-five more minutes from here to the donut shop."

"Twenty-five by car, you idiot!" Snivy shot right back. "It's at least double that on foot!"

"Come on, dude, we can do it." Tepig coaxed optimistically. "I mean, normally, I wouldn't even move, but this is for donuts, you know?"

Snivy looked up and shot Tepig daggers. "I'll carry on one condition."

Tepig squealed giddily. "What's that?"

Snivy smirked evilly. "You have to carry me there."

Tepig's pupils shrank into his eyes. "B-but… I'm not that strong, man."

"I know." Snivy agreed narcissistically. "But my beautiful body contains no fat. You can carry me a few miles. The donuts can be your reward."

Tepig sighed deeply. "Fiiiiine, I'll carry you there."

Tepig picked Snivy up with ease and slung him over his back. "Here we go." He sighed. He began to trudge along the practically deserted road, his best companion on his back.

Snivy rode in silence and Tepig eventually realized he was asleep. "Dude, you sleeping?" He said to confirm this. The fire-type mammalian pushed Snivy towards him so he was facing him.

Snivy snored in sufficient response and exhaled halitosis into Tepig's nostrils.

Tepig recoiled and coughed to the side. "Dude, ew. I thought only Oshawott's breath smelled that bad."

This failed to wake Snivy up as he continued to snore away.

Tepig gagged and slung Snivy back onto his back to avoid the rancid odor.

After about two hours, Tepig began to see the donut store, literally in the middle of nowhere, and quickly picked up the pace to make the home stretch.

When Tepig finally made it to the tiny shop, a large black sign was posted on the door, red letter reading "Out of Business; Mama always said I should've built this place in the big city."

"Oh, Deino!" Tepig exclaimed, recalling the establishment's keeper. He folded his hands to pay tribute, dropping Snivy in the process.

Snivy was knocked conscious when he hit the ground. He softly stood up. "Dude, what the heck? Are we there, yet?" He noticed the sign on the door and his jaw dropped. He began to stammer uncontrollably. "I-i-i-i-i-i-it's…"

"Whoa, dude." Tepig coaxed. "Don't go all hysterical on me, 'kay?"

Snivy glared at Tepig with furious, bloodshot eyes. "Tepig." He snarled. "You waste hours of my life, traveling to some creepy donut shop in the middle of nowhere, and it's not even open?"

"Dude, it's not like I knew that!" Tepig defended. "I mean, this place was open just the other day!"

"Really?" Snivy shot back. "And the owner said nothing to their most loyal customer about this place going down?"

"Well, he started talking about glaze…" Tepig explained. "But he lost me after he used this really big word, 'bankruptcy...' do you know what that means?"

Snivy facepalmed and practically roared in frustration. "I can't freaking believe you, Tepig! You've wasted over half a day of my life, and for what? Nothing; absolutely nothing!"

"Dude, chill." Tepig sighed. He took out his cell phone and began dialing. "I'll call Oshawott to pick us up, 'kay?"

"You had a freaking phone this entire time?" Snivy exclaimed. "Why didn't you call for help after the car broke down?"

"I don't know the number for 911." Tepig confessed.

Snivy groaned. "Who else in the world has to deal with this nonsense? Now the car is stranded somewhere back there—"

Tepig and Snivy looked at each other in alarm. "The car." They whimpered in unison.

The two of them took off sprinting towards the vehicle.

By the time they were within sight of the car, it was sputtering exhaust into their faces as it drove away, an unknown criminal in the driver's seat.

Snivy fell to his knees in agony. "Come back here, you!" He called in vain. "That car is not rightfully yours!"

"Snivy, chill." Tepig sighed. "He's gone, man. So is the car."

Snivy's eyes filled with water as he steadily curled up into a ball and began to sob. "Just let me die here, Tepig… just let me die here."

Tepig ever-so-calmly pulled out his cell phone and dialed Oshawott.

Two hours after, Oshawott pulled up to his two best friends, narrowly hitting the brakes before he ran over a weeping Snivy.

"Oh, dude, you're here." Tepig marveled. "You got here quick, man." The fire-type got in the front seat beside Oshawott and hurled Snivy into the backseat. He nearly jumped when noticed a box of donuts with the logo of the restaurant that recently closed stamped on it at Oshawott's feet.

"Dude…" He gasped in awe. "Where'd you get those?"

Oshawott picked up half a donut, finished it off, and let out a satisfied belch. "The guy who owned the place was givin' them away for free. He said something about the place closing down. I swung by there this morning."

"We were trying to get a box of those all day, dude!" Tepig explained. "Say, why didn't we see you on the way there?"

"Did you guys take the shortcut, like I did?" Oshawott questioned.

"There's a shortcut?" Tepig replied dumbly.

Oshawott opened the box as he and Tepig enjoyed the final two treats.

"So." Oshawott said, with his mouth full. "Snivy's going to be pretty pissed when he finds out you wasted his entire day when you could've just stayed home and gotten some donuts from me."

"Yeah…" Tepig sighed. He eyed Snivy slightly. "But he already has a hundred other reasons to be pissed at me, so one more won't hurt."

Oshawott chuckled softly as he drove the car towards the friends' mansion.