Chapter 11! Remember to leave comments, predictions, ships you'd like to see, etc. I just love hearing from you guys!

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As Ivy squished and cuddled her new, happy, and undeniably adorable Pokémon, Ash pulled out his Pokédex for reference. It told him: "Cleffa, the Star Shape Pokémon. Cleffa is the pre-evolved form of Clefairy. Their star shape has led some to believe that they reach the Earth riding on shooting stars. Strangely, many Cleffa are often found on nights of meteor showers."

"Wow, so it's a Fairy-type!" Daisy shrieked, her eyes still glazed over with stars.

"Hi there, Cleffa," Ivy grinned down at the Pokémon, as she set it back on the table before her. Pikachu leaned down over her shoulder, to smile at their new friend, as Ivy added, "I'm Ivy, and this is Pikachu. We're both very happy to meet you and we're sure we're going to be the best of friends."

"Cleffa!" the little pink Pokémon beamed, leaping back into Ivy's arms. Nuzzling against her cheek, it continued, "Cleff, Cleffa, Fa, Cleff!"

With a slight grin, Peter dropped his chin in his palm, as his elbow propped it up on the table, and said, "Y'know, Cleffa is also a Baby Pokémon, which means that the first thing they see when they hatch, person or Pokémon, they believe is their mother. So Cleffa probably already thinks Ivy is it's mom."

"Oh, yeah," Ash nodded. "My friend Misty had a Togepi like that."

"Exactly," Peter confirmed. "Togepi is another Baby Pokémon."

"Good thing I have bottles, Miltank Milk and Pokémon formula," Ivy smiled. "I brought them just in case the Pokémon would end up wanting them."

"IT'S JUST SO CUTE!" Daisy hollered again, unable to contain herself as she sprung from her seat. "CAN I HOLD IT, PLEASE, IVY?!"

"Um, sure," Ivy replied, gently holding out Cleffa towards her friend.

Immediately, Daisy hugged it, squishing the poor little Pokémon right up against her face. And, almost immediately as she did so, Cleffa began to cry hysterically, tears like faucets shooting out of its eyes as its face contorted with sobs.

"Ah!" Daisy exclaimed, confused and nervous now. Rocking the Pokémon in her arms, she mumbled, "Don't cry, c'mon, Cleffa, don't cry, you're okay, you're with Aunt Daisy!"

"I don't think its you, Daisy," Peter piped up. "I think Cleffa might be hungry. It just hatched, after all. Why don't you get a bottle ready for it, Ivy?"

"Sure thing," she nodded. She pulled a baby bottle and a bottle of Miltank Milk from her bag, poured it into the bottle, and tested out the temperature on her wrist. She stood, took Cleffa from Daisy, and the Pokémon stopped crying and started giggling as soon as it was in Ivy's arms.

"There you go," Ivy grinned. Putting the bottle closer to the to Cleffa's mouth, she urged, "It's okay, this is good. It's food, go ahead, try it."

Cleffa listened, and started taking the bottle happily.

"Pikachu!" her spiky-haired Pikachu exclaimed in adoration, as it beamed down at its new little friend.

Furiously disappointed, Daisy turned, arms crossed, and mumbled, "Why can't Cleffa like me?!"

Not too long after Cleffa finished eating, the group had paid and left the café, back on the road towards Valleyville. Ivy carried Cleffa in her arms, with her Pikachu in its usual position on her shoulder. She and the boys were all still going crazy for the new cutie, but Daisy had given up, standing to the side with her arms crossed. She was just mad that Cleffa didn't like her as much as it seemed to like everyone else.

"Hey, do you guys want to stop and take a break for lunch here?" Peter inquired, as they came upon a river.

"Sounds great," Ash agreed. "And this would be a great place to let all the Pokémon out for some fun."

"Yeah," Ivy nodded. With one hand, she took her Pokéballs out, tossed them, and called, "C'mon out for a nice afternoon, everyone!"

"You too, guys!" Ash hollered, tossing out his Pokémon.

"You deserve some fun, too!" Peter chimed in, tossing out his four Pokéballs.

"You too," Daisy added dully, half-heartedly releasing her Pokéballs.

Before them, a bunch of happy-looking Pokémon materialized. Ivy's Gyarados, Dragonite, Arcanine and Ivysaur, Ash's Bulbasaur, Wartortle, Charizard, Pidgeot and Muk, Peter's Skarmory, Steelix, Audino and Chansey, and Daisy's Swampert, Skitty, Vulpix, Roselia and Jolteon, were all already meeting and greeting each other.

"How are we ever supposed to capture the twerp and his sister if they have all those damn Pokémon?" Jessie inquired, as she and her partners watched the group through binoculars.

"Well, we could just capture da Pokémon for Team Rocket," Meowth suggested.

"Like that's ever worked before," James scorned. "Besides, that's not the point anyway. The only Pokémon that could be of interest would be the Pikachus and possibly the girl's Dragonite, but the rest are nothing special."

"It looks like...what's that in the girl's arms?" Jessie asked, peering more closely. Suddenly becoming infatuated with what she was seeing, she asked, "Is that adorable little munchkin a Pokémon?!"

"Why, yes, it is," James confirmed. "I believe it's called a Cleffa, the pre-evolved form of Clefairy."

"Oh!" she shrieked, becoming just as in awe of the little pink Pokémon as Daisy had. "If I had that adorable little pink peewee I'd just die! James, I have to have it!"

Rolling his eyes, James asked, "Didn't we just talk about restraining ourselves from stealing the Pokémon? We've got to keep undercover until it's time."

"James," Jessie spat maniacally, grabbing him so hard by the collar that he nearly choked and his eyes nearly popped out of his skull. "I am a very humble, and beautiful, girl, and I rarely ask for anything. Now all I'm asking you is to steal a little, itty bitty, adorable Pokémon for my own personal cutie pie, and you won't do it?!"

"Fine," James gasped, as Jessie released him. "We'll get you the Cleffa."

"Alright!" Jessie squealed happily. Leaping to her feet, she commanded, "Now let's go collect that cutie!"

"But Jess, Jimmy, we ain't got any Pokémon with us!" Meowth reminded them. "And we ain't got any fancy equipment on us for Pokémon catchin'!"

"Ugh, fine," Jessie groaned, realizing that Meowth was right. "But as soon as we get Pokémon, we're catching that little cutie."