Max Jackson smiled at such an extensive line of customers approaching him to buy a bottle of his "Wonder Elixir." Nolan knew that this whole thing was nothing but fraudulent and had to stop the customers from wasting their wallets. He knelt before Ginger,
"Okay, Ginger, you need to knock out that fraud and his Pokémon. When I give the signal, cook up the most horrendous stench you can to disprove all the things this elixir can do. Got it?"
Ginger looked up and nodded at Nolan's plan. He got up and called out,
"Stop! Don't buy that!" He yelled from the corner of the crowd, attracting everybody's attention, "This whole thing is a scam! That man is a fraud!"
The crowd's eager, loose-fingered spending mentality delved into one of doubt and suspicion upon hearing Nolan. Max Jackson and his Electivire looked at Nolan with cocky, invincible grins on their faces.
"Ah, a non-believer in our midst!"
"If you're elixir is truly what it claims to be…"
Nolan stepped aside to reveal Ginger to the crowd. She shuddered slightly at all of the eyes being fixed upon her.
"…Then I want to see your Electivire not cough or wheeze in any way upon sniffing my Aromatisse!"
Max Jackson and his Electivire looked at the small magenta Pokémon and burst into laughter. When Max Jackson regained control of himself, he replied,
"That little thing? Is this a joke?"
"What, are you afraid your Wonder Elixir can't shield someone against an appalling scent? If you don't accept, then your Electivire can't resist bad odors, and then your Wonder Elixir isn't such a wonder after all."
Max Jackson's face suddenly turned more serious upon hearing a third challenge for the reputation of his wares.
"Very well. Any shred of doubt still present here shall be erased upon my once sick Electivire clearing this puny trial!"
"All right girl, do your magic," said Nolan to his Aromatisse before stepping back and pinching his nose. The Electivire approached Ginger with a humongous grin as he stood tall and mighty before her. Max Jackson and his Electivire were already grinning at the prospect of proving this tough customer wrong. Ginger obliviously and innocently looked up at the Electivire. She kept a straight face as she forced her body to churn out the strongest, vomit-inducing smell she could muster. Two deep, spacious breaths were taken by the Electivire, smelling nothing rancid or offending. By the time the Electivire was taking in his third breath, Ginger had converted her normally sweet, enrapturing aroma into an atrociously foul funk to break up Max Jackson's show.
The only way describe the scent is to imagine the noxious liquid squirted out of a Skuntank to defend itself from a Muk in the back of an incredibly cheap and greasy restaurant; the resulting concoction then fermented over a week in an airtight container.
The third breath was taken by the Electivire, and his proud posture and expression was suddenly expunged from the repugnant smell. Once the scent hit his brain, his cocky grin converted into a very troubled frown. He started to cough uncontrollably from the odor emitted by Ginger, who was now smugly smiling back. The Electivire's body reacted to the odor so badly, that it got on all fours and started to puke in a last-ditch effort to get the stench out of its head. A putrid yellow-brownish puddle of bile built upon the ground from the Electivire's gag reflex being trigged by the odious odor. Max Jackson looked on in horror from seeing his Electivire humiliated after downing the Wonder Elixir.
"And there you have it, everyone," Nolan said with his nose continued to be pinched far away from Ginger. Some nearby members of the crowd caught a whiff of the funk and gagged violently as well. This was a tell-tale sign of Max Jackson's Wonder Elixir being fraudulent.
"W-Wh-What?!" Max Jackson called out upon seeing his Electivire vomit, "How is this happening!?"
Nolan laughed briefly at Max Jackson's reaction before telling Ginger to change the scent to something more pleasant,
"Ginger, you can stop now, please."
Ginger reverted the incomprehensibly bad odor to something a bit more pleasant, like the scent of roses and irises after a light shower. The odor still lingered in the air, much to the Electivire's dismay. Nolan stepped around the vomiting Electivire towards the stand of elixir bottles, explaining Max Jackson's scheme in full,
"It's simple. Your Electivire is perfectly healthy; he only feigned being sick to "demonstrate" your product. The trainers you picked out of crowd were lackeys trying to show how effective the elixir was. The Throh and Sceptile that went up against it? They were already wounded and tired. They had bruises and signs of fatigue on their bodies before your Electivire laid a finger on them. As for the elixir your Electivire downed?"
Nolan went up to the stand and snatched the bottle the Electivire drank from.
"Hey! You're supposed to pay for that!" Max Jackson cried out, unable to stop Nolan from sampling the bottle. The last few drops of the elixir went down the hatch as Nolan's face puckered up from the taste.
"It's Nomel Berry juice; juice from a spicy and sour berry. Ech, that's strong. But do the others taste the same?"
The crowd's attention was fixed on Max Jackson in anger.
"Well, there's certainly nothing wrong with Nomel Berry juice, mister! Electivire!" Max Jackson called out as Nolan took the bottle on the far right of the stand and opened it up. He sniffed it, and it smelt quite foul; spoiled even. He took a small sip from the second bottle, and immediately spat it out once it touched his taste buds.
"Plagh! It smelt of and even tasted of Swoobat urine!" Nolan said in disgust as he splashed the contents onto Max Jackson's suit, "This is what you would've bought for your Pokémon, everybody!"
The crowd was slowly pressuring Max Jackson into moving backwards. He waved his hands in front of him to try and pacify the crowd that was ready to lynch the salesman. The two trainers picked by him quickly broke free of the crowd and went towards Max Jackson for protection in numbers as their scheme was revealed. Loud, furious remarks came from the nearly swindled customers,
"How could you charge us thirty-thousand Pokédollars for a bottle of urine?!"
"How do you live with yourself, doing something this low?"
"What the fuck are you doing selling us this?"
"You call Swoobat urine a miracle?"
Max Jackson had run out of options to redeem his tattered reputation. All he could do before fleeing was to get revenge on the trainer that foiled his almost successful scam,
"You people know nothing of miracles! Electivire! Dispose of this meddlesome pest!"
The Electivire finally recovered and got back on its feet and looked on at Nolan in Ginger with revenge in its eyes. It growled loudly as it started to charge up a Thunderbolt, getting Ginger's attention. She knew her master would be at risk, and acted quickly to defend him,
"Arrrrooooooma!" Ginger cried as she glowed a dazzling pinkish-silver and drew in mystical energy to protect Nolan with Moonblast. The energy was quickly gathered in a stunning sphere and was launched at the Electivire before he could use Thunderbolt. The Moonblast disrupted his charge up and knocked him to the ground without any energy left to fight back. All the Electivire could do was get on his feet and run with his fellow swindlers from an angry mob in Cyllage City.
"Tisse-tisse-tisse!" Ginger giggled at seeing the conman and his cohorts fleeing.
"That should teach 'em," Nolan said as the two of them relished in the swindlers getting chased out of Cyllage City. When they were out of sight, Nolan noticed it was almost night time.
"Wanna head home?" Nolan asked his Aromatisse, who agreed. The two of them went back to their home on a good note.