Another day, another chance for mental trauma.
"Pika!" Pikachu exclaims from beside the bed as it grabs the trumpet from about two feet away. For once, it does not try to eat it or smell it, and actually plays music.
"This is a moment that will go down in history," I solemnly announce. Vicki nods, rolling her eyes.
In the meantime, Pikachu tosses the trumpet aside (it hits something and dissolves) and then turns to face the bed. It reaches inside, then quite happily shows us that it has a mushroom.
"Where did it get a mushroom, especially from there?" Vicki wonders, just as Pikachu eats it. There is a moment of silence. Then, all of a sudden, it goes berserk and runs around the room wildly. We set the game on Pikachu mode (which keeps the camera focused on Pikachu) and watch as it circles the room over and over. It finally stops, makes a strange flailing gesture at us, and then stares wide-eyed at a marble on a shelf as if it were some horrible monster just waiting for the kill.
"Seems Pikachu has been keeping a stash of hallucinogens under the bed...," I say slowly. This game definitely had some of the weirdest crap in it...