Disclaimers: The characters, locales, incidents, etc. mentioned in this story are fictional. Any resemblance to anything in real life is completely coincidental and not intended by the author, EVEN IF THERE'S A CHARACTER THAT STRONGLY RESEMBLES THE AUTHOR! And while I'm at it, I don't own Pokémon, Metroid, or anything else that is the definition of fanfiction. I sure do own the original characters, though!
Chapter 2: Big Amy, Little Amy
-June 22, 2010-
What do you know?
I've managed to graduate from high school without falling victim to the things normal teenagers usually fall for. On one hand, I've had an inordinate amount of self-control and an IQ of that of a 21-year-old when I was only ten, yet on the other hand, I just DO NOT enjoy any of the regular stuff that normal teenagers are "supposed" to enjoy. Never dated (never even had a boyfriend, for that matter), never went to the mall on a shopping spree, never had to even wrangle with illegal substances…the list could go on and on. Yesterday was the longest day of the year, the first day of summer…and one of the longest days of my life. Between going to school to help finish up that friendship picture to that school-sponsored All-Night Grad Party, I've stayed awake for almost 24 hours straight! It felt so weird skipping bedtime…I'll never do that again.
But at the same time, I don't know if it has quite hit me yet that I'll never see any of my classmates ever again, nor do I know if I'm mentally prepared for college yet. At 18, I may technically be a legal adult, but I sure don't feel like one. Now don't give me that "Oh, but you're already a legal adult" kind of lecture. If I don't feel like it, I don't feel like it! I'll admit that the graduation ceremony was the closest I've ever felt to be a true rite-of-passage (I actually managed to pay attention to every word they said!), but what I really need is an awesome rite-of-passage like they do in Final Fantasy Crystal Chronicles: Echoes of Time. Since I've always felt two years behind my actual age, the best time would probably be my 20th birthday. After all, in Japan, people become legal adults at age 20 too.
I'm writing just so you, my future self, will know exactly what I was like when I was 18, as even I already know how foggy my elementary school memories are becoming. Sometimes I feel like I should never be a teenager at all, that it would be better if I was stuck at, say, ten years old, for another decade and then become an adult when I'm ready instead of slogging through the phase of life that most everyone wants to dramatize. Really, what's so great about being a teenager?
Actually, it's not that bad. I studied hard, got mostly A's and B's, and made more friends this year than all the friends I made from 7th-11th grade combined. The most drama I ever had was deciding whether to go to George Mason or Randolph-Macon for college! I spent months and months in constant agony in debate before (with advice from my dad) I finally decided on Randolph-Macon.
So. A long summer in front of me. As you might know, I've started several journals, but have never been able to continue on one for long. At least this time my brother doesn't seem interested in looking through them. What I do remember was that back in elementary school I promised myself that I'd never fall prey to the traps that'd plague normal teenagers. Furthermore, I also promised that I'd instead use that time to rapidly improve writing and drawing skills. I guess I fulfilled those promises very well. Almost too well. …I'm tired. Well, future me, I'll write more tomorrow. Goodnight.
I finally dropped my pencil. Ow, my left hand. It's one thing to get hooked on typing for hours on end; it's quite another to actually write for so long. Maybe I should stop pressing down so hard…I don't want to get carpal tunnel before I even start working on my epic manga series.
I looked at my watch on my right arm. 11:00, huh? My normal bedtime was two hours ago, but I didn't feel tired at all. I got up from my desk, closed the notebook, went to the bathroom to brush my teeth, blah blah blah blah blah. Quietly, of course. Mom and Dad and my brother were all asleep already. After I turned off the light and hopped into bed, I grabbed my old Nintendo DS (not my newer pink DS Lite) and set the alarm to 5:45 am, being sure to plug the AC adapter in. School might be over, but my dad wanted me to get up early so I could run outside in the morning. It was to "get fit for college", he said. Usually, it takes me a long time to fall asleep, but this time it was fairly quick.
I lolled through my magical nonsensically shifting dreams that I usually never remember anyway…until I came across Palkia. Palkia? Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa. I've almost never had dreams about Pokémon at all, much less legendary ones. He opened a black swirly hole in the space in front of me. It grew bigger and bigger, with countless tendrils and neon flashy patterns. I tried to run, but as usual, I couldn't move any faster than 10 inches per hour. Those tendrils started to catch me! What was Palkia trying to do? But then, he wasn't Palkia anymore. He started morphing himself with those tendrils, dragging me into the spacial void. Amidst the gushy mess, I thought I saw a reflection of a face somewhere in there. A black monster fox that I knew as…
BEEP BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP BEEP!
It was my DS alarm. Confused, I turned it off as fast as possible. I realized I just had a nightmare. A nightmare? I don't think I've had one of those since…for as long as I could remember. I was glad it was over, though. I threw on a dark purple t-shirt and black shorts, my favorite outfit for exercise.
Typical routine: Pop out my retainers, wash and dry them, go downstairs to the kitchen and have cereal. Brush my teeth, etc., and make sure all my homework was in my backpack. Why wasn't my brother waking up? I wonder how he'll get along when I go off to college. I then tied up my dark-brown hair in two ponytails, and went downstairs to check the thermometer on the back porch outside. 70 degrees. Yes! This past April it was unusually cold, and when May came the temperature shot up as high as 90. Global Weirding, that's what it was, not Global Warming. I slipped on my Pokéwalker before going out the door to run outside.
It was a beautiful morning, though it was a bit humid for 70 degree weather. I wasn't complaining, though; it would get up into the 90's during the day. I almost never got to walk in the mornings, and was thrilled that I'd be able to do this for the rest of the summer. It reminded me of the time in my DS game Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of Time when Grovyle explained when he saw a sunrise for the first time. As I walked on the sidewalks through the suburbs on my way to my old elementary school, the very fact that there weren't many people outside only let me enjoy the experience even more.
My plan WAS to get to the school, walk the loop around it, and then run back home, but the closer I got to the school, the more I sensed an odd sensation in the air. I looked up at the sky. A tiny speck grew bigger and bigger, and it looked like that purple ship that the Galactic Federation gave Samus Aran in Metroid Fusion. Wait a second…Could it really be Samus' ship?
I approached cautiously as the ship slowed down and landed up on the school's soccer field on the hill next to the blacktop. Half of me wanted to formally greet whoever was inside to Earth, but the more rational half of me told me to stay hidden and avoid getting vaporized by possible alien lasers. And how could Samus Aran be here, anyway? She's supposed to be a video game character! How could a video game character be in the real world? I really wished I brought a camera or something with me…
Anyway, the cylindrical elevator thingy lowered, the smoke cleared, and out came…a Jigglypuff and a Chikorita. They were cheering and dashing out eagerly. I noticed that Jigglypuff had a really big, but cute, red bow tied to her back (maybe it was glued on), while the Chikorita carried a squat yellow bag with a pink egg-shaped badge with wings on it. Wait a second...they couldn't have been...they were. Undeniably, inexplicably, they were the exact same main characters of a fanfiction I recently wrote called Amy, Chikorita, and the Echoes of Time, just as I'd always imagined them to look like. Initially, this completely confused me. Video game characters were one thing, but Pokémon I came up with were something completely different. All these thoughts flew through my head at once, but the only thing I could squeak out to show for it was, "...Team Pecha!"
They heard me. They saw me. They then gasped and shouted ecstatically, "WOOHOO! An alien! An alien! An—!"
The Jigglypuff stopped and said, "Wait...How did you know we're Team Pecha? (I mean, we didn't write it down anywhere, I don't think...)"
Oops. A really important fact that never occurred to me before finally did. I realized I was in the uncomfortable position of knowing way more about them then they knew about me. I knew I'd have to be really careful about what I could say from then on, but now I had to come up with some sort of explanation. "Uuuuuh...you're pink, and she's green, and a Pecha Berry is both, so..."
They stared up at me, jaws dropping. "Whhhooooaaa...!"
"Wh—what?" I asked, immediately regretting what I said, remembering too late that it was exactly word for word what the Jigglypuff (Amy?) said in Chapter 2.
"You're a MIND-READING ALIEN!" they concluded.
Whoa. I did not see that one coming. I was stunned for a few seconds as I took it in. "Say wha—?" I then realized that they had inadvertently provided me with the perfect excuse. "Uuuhh...y...yeah! You're right! You're totally right! I could READ YOUR MINDS so I could know how to not offend you and stuff like that! Yeah!" I blurted.
"So can you, like, tell what I'm thinking right now?" asked the Chikorita.
"Mmmmm..." I closed my eyes, doing my best to fake doing the impossible. But then an even better idea occurred to me. "...No. Sorry. Actually, I'm a mind-reader in training. I mean, I can tell your names, your species, and stuff that happened in your pasts, but I can't tell what you're actually thinking thinking. Not yet, anyway." That way, if I accidentally blurt out more than they'd expect me to know, they can just blame it on my fake mind-reading abilities.
But my limitations didn't matter to them. "Mind reader! Mind reader! YAAAAAY!" they cheered as they ran around me in playful excitement. I guess they couldn't take it anymore and had to let out that excitement a.k.a. geek out, which was what I wanted to do too, but I held myself back for the time being.
"Hey, wait a minute. How come I can understand what you guys are saying, anyway?" I asked. After all, humans weren't supposed to be able to understand Pokémon language…right?
"It's Ms. Aran's translator thingy!" replied the Jigglypuff.
Ms. Aran? As in, THE Samus Aran? As if on cue, the elevator thingy retracted back in and came back out again. There she was, the super-famous 6'3" tall bounty hunter with her trademark red-orange-and-yellow Power Suit (no, wait, that was her orange Fusion Suit!) and metallic Arm Cannon. I was only 5'5"; she was way taller than me. She gazed all around and noted, "Huh? This doesn't look like Capital Planet at all." She then turned to me and asked, "Hey you, kid! Where are we, anyway?"
I could only stare and say, "Uhhh…North America? The United States? Virginia?" The Pokémon stared at me, completely confused.
Samus narrowed her eyes. "Excuse me? Everyone knows that Virginia is among the most technologically developed regions on Capital Planet; in fact, the whole galaxy. The Galactic Federation is there! This is the middle of nowhere."
I flinched. I didn't like how she was threatening to point that Arm Cannon right at me. "Wh-what are you talking about?" I mean, come on! This wasn't the middle of nowhere. This was a suburb; in other words, my hometown! And what was she talking about, anyway?
A male-sounding voice from the spaceship spoke up. "Fascinating. This building is made with late 20th-century technology. Wait. That sign says, 'Since 1983…'"
"1983? Whoa whoa whoa…Okay, let me get this straight. And DO NOT lie or laugh at me, kid, when I ask this: What year is it now?"
"It's 2010. Why?" I replied.
The voice from the spaceship said, "Actually, I believe it's pronounced twenty-ten, not two-thousand-and-ten."
For a brief moment, Samus' eyes widened, but then she swiftly turned around. Her reaction was so subtle that if I'd been paying any less attention, I'd have completely missed it. "That's classified. I must discuss the matter over with my commanding officer first. Thank you for your time." She was about to step onto the elevator again when the Jigglypuff and Chikorita started shouting, "Wait wait wait!"
"What you mean, wait?"
"I wanna explore this place some more!" shouted the Chikorita. The Jigglypuff added, "Don't leave us!"
"Oh…right. Well…it's not like we CAN…"
The ship's computer voice—I think it was Adam Malkovich's—addressed me. "Yes. We—uh—are in a bit of a predicament right now. Why don't YOU show these children around while we plan on what to do next, kid?"
"Sure! Just leave it to me, Mr. Mal—uh, I mean, yes sir!" I saluted for emphasis. If he really was Adam Malkovich, I wouldn't want him getting suspicious.
"YAAAAAAY!" shouted the Jigglypuff and Chikorita. They sang and danced all around me again.
A warm, happy, fuzzy jumpy feeling practically blasted out of my chest. Finally, I could geek out! I haven't felt this thrilled since…since…when I was, like, ten! I wanted to dance too, but I couldn't quite figure out their exact moves just yet, so I skipped/jumped/bounded (some funky fusion of moves I haven't done since…you get the idea…) and pranced, leading the way.? They followed me, singing and dancing the whole time, leaving behind Samus and Mr. Malkovich to discuss…well, who cares? Let's get this show on the road! (Honestly, why wasn't this a musical or something?)
I led them on the sidewalks on the way back to my house. It was the only thing I could think of doing at the moment, to be honest.
"The sky looks the same!" shouted the Jigglypuff, bouncing up and down. "So is the sun! And the grass!" exclaimed the Chikorita, snuggling up in it and soaking up the morning sunlight.
"But everything else is…I dunno…NEW! Hey, Miss Alien! What's this planet called?" asked the Jigglypuff, bouncing up and down.
"Earth. Third planet from the Sun—"
"So you're an Earthian?"
"Earthling," I corrected, but then held my mouth. "No wait, I meant—"
I was going to say that I was a human, but then the Chikorita interrupted me. "Hey, Miss Alien! Let's go on this big gray path in the middle!" She and the Jigglypuff ran out onto the road, and I flipped out.
"Wait wait wait!" I shouted, racing onto the road (wide enough for two lanes). I grabbed them both (the Chikorita was really heavy!) and dragged them back to the sidewalk.
"What? Why?" complained the Chikorita, while the Jigglypuff just stood there fearfully.
"That's called a road. You HAVE to look both ways before crossing it. Otherwise—"
A shiny SUV whizzed by—way over the 25 mile-per-hour speed limit. "—those things called cars will run you over. Instant death. NOT good."
"Y—yikes…so we should stay on this smaller white path, then?" asked the Jigglypuff.
"Yeah. It's called a sidewalk. It's made for walking."
"There was someone in there, wasn't there? So they're like Ms. Aran's ship thingy, right?" asked the Chikorita.
"No. Cars are ground-only. We drive them to get from place to place. Much faster than walking. That's why these roads take up a lot of space, and there are several rules…[abbreviated]…"
"Can YOU drive?"
"Yeah, but I don't like it very much. It'd be cool if I could drive a spaceship someday, honestly."
"Hey, what's this?"
"This is a mailbox. We get letters, but now it's mostly e-mail, and…[abbreviated]…"
"Oooooh…aaaaah…[also abbreviated]…"
"This is a house. We LIVE in it, and…[abbreviated]…"
"Oooooo…aaaaaaaah…[also abbreviated]…"
Anyway, my mom said that I'd make a great teacher, but I didn't think so, because I figured, if I was the good little girl who paid attention to the teacher while everyone else acted as disrespectful as all get-out, there was no way I could get little kids to shut up and pay attention. The Jigglypuff and the Chikorita, however, paid full-blown attention to my every word. I knew that was the exception rather than the rule, so I relished it while I could. That's why my explanations sounded nerdy a.k.a. super-intelligent. Of course, by this time, my throat was starting to get tired, but I didn't care.
"This place is AWESOME, Miss Mind-Reading Alien! It's just like Treasure Town, but better!" raved the Chikorita.
The Jigglypuff agreed. "Yeah, I know, right?"
"Oh no, you don't have to call me that. My name's Amy!"
I guessed I should've expected the reaction that came next, but I wasn't really sure if the Jigglypuff was who I thought she was. Only thing was, their reactions made me regret what I said. It made them pause, gaping in shock. "Did you just say…Amy?" gasped the Chikorita.
"Uh…Is…something wrong?" I asked tentatively, hoping it wasn't what I thought.
"But—but—Amy is…Amy is...!"
"MY name is Amy!" shouted the Jigglypuff, pointing to herself. Chikorita's leaf pointed toward her to help out.
So she was, after all. "Wha—No way!" I exclaimed, stepping back. Luckily, I recovered quickly enough to say, "I mean…actually, Amy is a really common name. I was bound to meet someone else with the same name sometime, you know what I mean?"
"Oh yeah! Wow...I didn't know it was a common alien name!" said the Jigglypuff—I mean, Amy. She looked relieved too. But the Chikorita didn't. "Uh…so if you're both Amy…then what should we call you?" she asked.
"Big Amy?" I suggested. "You can be Little Amy."
"…AWWWWW! I'm tired of being little! I want to be Big Amy!" she pouted.
"But that doesn't make any sense. She's way taller than you," the Chikorita pointed out.
"Not if I do this!" She puffed herself up, bounced really high, and landed right on my head. She felt really fluffy and comfy (I mean, comfortable). She posed in a TA-DAA type of winning pose and grinned. "See?"
"I see! How about this: You can be Big Amy as long as you stay on my head! How about it?" I suggested, grinning. She was so fluffy I just couldn't help it.
"YAAAAY!" cheered the Jigglypuff—I mean, Big Amy.
"Hey, don't forget me, Little Amy! I'm Chikorita! Big Amy and me make up Team Pecha!" She pulled the shiny badge out of her yellow bag and held it up for emphasis.
"Nice to meet you, Chikorita! Whoa, cool! You guys are Master Rank!"
And with that, well, counting their amazement that I could tell they were Master Rank, we continued on.
Meanwhile, inside the purple Galactic Federation ship resting on the elementary school's soccer field, Samus sits down in her chair and groans.
Samus: Adam…Have you verified what that kid said?
Adam: Judging by my scans of the architecture, locales, and organisms, I have come to the conclusion that…yes…we ARE in the year 2010.
Samus (in total disbelief): 2010. 2010! How did we end up 500 years into the PAST?
Adam: I warned you about that new Space Pirate weapon. Didn't I?
Samus: What, so now they can make time-spanning wormholes? I bet they want us to go into the past so we mess with the time stream. Maybe they want us to make it so that the Galactic Federation was never made!
Adam: I dunno…that was when people had first contact with extraterrestrials back in—
Samus: TODAY. We just messed that up, see?
Adam: No one else saw us yet. This is probably just another isolated incident.
Samus: *sigh*…At any rate, we have to find some way to get back to the Galactic Federation in 2510 as soon as possible. What do you think, Adam?
Adam: I say we find those children and ask what they know, Lady.
Samus: Puffball and Dinosaur Girls? They're from a primitive outer-rim planet. What would THEY know?
Adam: I'm just saying…it's worth a shot. Or, failing that, we can always take them back there later.
Samus starts up the ship and flies it to the location on the monitor where said "Puffball and Dinosaur Girls" have gone, trying not to hit any trees or houses along the way.
"…and this is MY house!" I exclaimed proudly, standing next to where my favorite tulip garden used to be. Poor tulips. Too bad they can only survive for one week in April before they die.
"Can we go in? Can we? Can we?" they asked, jumping up and down.
"Uhhhh…" My gaze turned to the driveway. Both cars were there. That meant my whole family was still in the house. Uh-oh. "I guess so, as long as you guys are qui—"
They ran straight into the door. "Oooww…" I slapped my face, stifling a laugh. "Yeah, my house has TWO doors: This screen door, and the main door. You twist both doorknobs—like so—to open it."
"YAAAY!" They charged through the open door. "Wait, watch out for the extra step down—!" Too late. We've gotta fix that someday…
My brother came first. "Amy, who did you bring—WHAT THE—?" Then my dad, and then my mom. I cringed as I said, "Uh…yeah. This is Big Amy—I mean, Jigglypuff and Chikorita. Apparently, they exist in real life."
Weeeeeelll…That wasn't TOO bad! If you didn't count their...interesting...double-take reactions.
My dad, supportive as ever, recovered the fastest and was happily chatting away with them. My reality-grounded mom was a little harder to win over (she freaked out that they were "harmful to my health" or something) and I had a feeling that the only reason she could stand them was because they acted so much like little kids. (It's called "a connection to real life".) I was the most worried about my 16-year-old brother since he had long since outgrown Pokémon, but he seemed to take it pretty well. He did have a sudden mysterious excuse to go to a friend's house to practice for his band, though.
I was about to show Big Amy and Chikorita my video games when I heard a loud CRASH outside the window of my room. It was Samus and Adam. Apparently, the purple ship landed in the backyard. We ran out the back door to meet Samus as she left the ship.
"Samus—I mean, Ms. Aran! What're you doing here?" I asked, running to meet them. I still wasn't sure why she kept her Fusion Suit on when she clearly didn't need one to survive in Earth's atmosphere. She rubbed her temples as if she was beleaguered and said, "We came to a conclusion…and…Adam, can you tell them?"
"Do any of you know how to get to the future?" Adam shouted bluntly.
I was stunned. I should've connected the dots earlier. "You're from the fu—?"
"Yeah yeah yeah!" shouted Big Amy and Chikorita. "Ask Celebi!" said Chikorita. "No, ask Dialga!" suggested Big Amy.
"Who are they?" asked Samus.
Big Amy explained, "We know Dialga. He can send you guys through time, but he doesn't live here—he lives on our planet, so…"
"I see. Let's go back, Adam. And come with us, Puffball and Dinosaur Girls. We might need your help to handle this 'Dee-al-ga' guy. And you, kid? Thanks for your help, have a nice day, and if anyone asks, tell them you never saw us, okay?"
"Uh…sure," I replied, a bit surprised that Samus could say something like that, if taken any other way, might have been considered a joke.
As they prepared to leave, Big Amy sat resolutely on my head. "But I still want to be Big Amy!" she pouted. Chikorita sighed and pushed me onto the elevator. "Wanna know about OUR planet, Little Amy?" she asked. I enthusiastically agreed.
The elevator brought us into a smallish cockpit room. Samus was already sitting in her seat, pressing buttons on the console. Chikorita didn't get very far in her explanation when Samus cut in, "Wait a second. What's SHE doing here—?"
"Lady, I've set the course. Buckle up."
The elevator turned off. The engines started up. The ship lifted off the ground.
"Oops," said Big Amy and Chikorita.
Samus groaned in frustration and rubbed her temples again.
And I was going on a space adventure too! Woohoo! This was going to be the best summer vacation EVER!
What kind of space adventure WAS this?
I wanted Chikorita to tell me more about her home planet, but nooooo…Samus had to pull up the hologram of the official Galactic Federation rulebook and lecture at us for a really long time. Suddenly, I remembered that short story The Cold Equations about a girl (*gasp* my age!) who stowed away on someone's ship and had to be kicked out into space because her mass used up more of the ship's fuel than it originally calculated. I was so worried about it happening to me, I could barely make out what Samus was saying, but I was sure it was something about how civilians were restricted from stowing away on bounty hunter ships. After only five minutes, all three of us were cringing and regretting this whole thing.
"…see, when your families hear that, say, a stray Space Pirate laser critically injures you and gives you an infection that shuts down your immune system in only two minutes, they could sue us. You know what I mean?"
"I get it!" Big Amy and I repeated for the fifth time already.
Suddenly, the ship shuddered. The hyperspace scenery outside the windows disappeared and looked like normal stars again. Were we there already? "Hey—what's Dialga doing here?" asked Chikorita, pointing out the window. Everyone looked. We saw the 14-foot Steel-Dragon Temporal Pokémon…floating out in the middle of space. Huh?
"Dialga! Dialga! It's us, Team Pecha! Can you hear us?" shouted Big Amy. "We need you to help Ms. Aran and Mr. Malkovich get back to the future!" shouted Chikorita. They were jumping up and down, waving their arms wildly.
Dialga gave us a strange look. Then he smiled. I didn't know he could smile like that. Wait. There's something about his smile that seems…familiar…in a wrong way… I thought. I got suspicious. So did Samus and Adam. "Adam! Activate laser cannons NOW!"
"Right away, Samus!" The lasers at the sides of the ship charged up.
Big Amy and Chikorita shouted, "Wait wait wait! What are you doing—?" but were interrupted when Dialga opened up a big swirly blue-and-black-lined hole in front of us in the same manner that Palkia did in my dream. Wait… "It's a Dimensional Hole—" I gasped.
"It's that Space Pirate weapon!" Samus shouted, turning the ship in the opposite direction, but it was no use. We might as well have been trying to escape from a black hole. Space Pirate weapon? Wait, so did Samus' sworn enemies send her into the past? So that's what happened. As the ship lurched, Big Amy, Chikorita, and I were thrown around the cabin. It was terrifying, and I really wished there was another seatbelt, but they seemed to like it. Even though Adam managed to point the guns backwards and fire at Dialga, that was no use either. Dialga simply put up some sort of time shield that blocked the blasts.
"Chikorita…Do you think this is part of the adventure?" asked Big Amy.
"I think so. I don't know why Dialga won't talk to us…but hey! We're going to the future!"
"Back to the future!" shouted Big Amy.
"YAAAAAAAAAAAY!"
They might've started rejoicing (maybe because they wanted to see how they saved the future of their planet), but something still felt wrong to me. As we were sucked into the Dimensional Hole, Dialga flew in after us. He seemed to morph into this huge mass of blinding tentacles that pushed us in all the way. And somewhere in there, just like in my dream, I saw a flickering of the face of that same monster fox that I knew as…
"Zoroark!" I gasped. Right then I knew…that nightmare I had, somehow…wasn't a nightmare at all.
And we all fell in.
To be continued…
Coming up next: Big Amy and Chikorita are not only going Back to the Future, they're going back to an old friend of their's…an old friend who will re-awaken memories and deep emotions they've never felt for a long, long time. As for me? Weeeeell…let's just say that, when it comes to interplanetary travel, I make the stupidest blunder in the history of stupid blunders. And no, it doesn't involve blurting out more info than I'm supposed to know. Good guess, though. What is it? Find out next time!