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During the walk through the forest I was called out once to battle a pidgey. Making sure to not tackle it directly in front, I used tackle to speed up and crash onto his back, sending him to the ground. Then he was finished. I didn't feel very much stronger after the battle but it had taken a little more than a minute to defeat him so he must have been really weak. Sam didn't recall me after the battle and I was glad. I was almost fully recovered by then and ready for some exercise. I walked between Rae and Sam for the better part of an hour before I smelled something not out of the ordinary for a town, but very strange in the middle of the forest. Baked beans and other warm human foods. Realizing I was starving, I whined and paced in the succulent direction. Rae and Sam looked at each other and shrugged and followed.
We came across a small bakery within a minute or two and by the intake of breath and delighted expressions, they smelled it too. Sam opened the door for me and I walked in. A girl maybe 16 yeas old with light blue, flowing hair. She running around setting tables in a large room. Her machop was helping out, wearing a tired grin so sincere I almost didn't notice he was the same type of Pokemon as Team Magna's machop.
Once the noticed us, she pulled to a stop in front of us.
"I'm so sorry! I don't have any seats available. I have giant reservation in two hours and I need to start preparing the food!"
"Ma-machop!" Machop agreed.
"Do you need any help?" Asked Rae, looking at her arm. I noticed it was in a cast.
"You really want to help?" She asked, entirely relieved.
"Of course! What can we help you with?" Asked Sam.
"Well, a Pokefan conference comes here twice a year and they called in a reservation almost a week ago, but then I broke my arm. Since then I've tried to make dough but I just can't punch it down enough that it has its Kanto-famous texture. Poor Punchi just can't do it alone. Oops! Name's Selena by the way!" She informed us while leading us into the kitchen.
"Chop chop." Punchi said sadly.
"We can help." Rae said grabbing an extra apron.
Selena smiled and thanked her.
"Go! Amarill! Squirt the flour with water on my command." Rae and Amarill started to mix the dough. Rae then passed the dough to Sam, who had been teaching me how wash my paws.
"One thing I should warn you about though..." Selena began with a nervous laugh.
Sam tried to punch down the dough but instead of it popping and being flattened, Sam fist bounced back towards his own unsuspecting face.
"What the heck?" He exclaimed as he rubbed his sore eye. Confused, I walked over to the dough and as hard as I could, brought my paw down on the dough. It almost flipped me over.
"Vee?" I asked, stunned.
Selena looked sheepish. "Experienced bakers refer to it as 'trampoline dough' but when kneaded correctly, makes a delicious honey bun so soft and crisp it melts on your tongue!" Her eyes took on a dreamy gleam. Then she was brought to the present again when her watch alarm went off.
"Ahh! Punchi and I have keep setting the tables! Good luck!" And they ran off.
"How are we supposed to knead this dough?" Asked Sam as Rae handed him around ball of dough. Suddenly, I had an idea. I sat up on my hind legs and, after making sure I had good balance, I alternately pumped my fists out in front of me like a boxer.
"Punching? Yeah, but it's too bouncy." Sam said.
I pointed towards the gold wallpaper and Sam understood.
"Go, Gold!" He said as he released Gold. Sam let me debrief him on the plan.
I pointed at the dough that Sam placed the ball of dough on a slanted table a foot high as Sam put a little flour on each of Gold's paws.
Gold eyed me suspicously.
"Do you see that Machop busing the tables? He's pretty sure that he's the best fighter around. He kneaded 20 of these things in 8 minutes flat, but I guess that's probably the world record or something..." I trailed off. The bait was set.
Gold's paws closed into rock-hard fists. "Ha. That's funny. I almost thought you were insinuating that the little blue monkey is a better fighter than me" he sneered.
Hook, line, and sinker.
Gold was surprised to say the least when his fist connected to his face. I could barely contain my snort of laughter as i almost fell off the table were Sam had started to help Amarill and Rae with the kneading.
Gold's face contorted angrily. "Wanna rumble, eh?" He asked the offending dough viciously, rolling his shoulders.
Then he released a flurry of punches rapid fire. I cringed when the first two punches bounced off rather strongly. But the next few produced a muted pop, like the bubble stuff Sam had played a prank on me with two days ago. Finally, a particularly hard punch completely deflated the dough with a loud boom. Still in total shock I hefted a wooden board with a handle on it and scooped up the dough with some difficultly. Sam gave Gold a pat on the head, which Gold batted off without malice. Then Sam opened the oven and set the timer as I manipulated the dough off the wood and onto the baking rack in the oven.
The next couple were made with chesto berry, which everyone soon found out, Gold was allergic to. Every punch he gave the dough, a flurry of powder would assail Gold's nose, causing him to sneeze. Though I did feel bad for Gold, the situation was hilarious. Even more so when Selena came back in to see Gold punching and sneezing all over the dough. However, she was so happy that the job was almost done that she didn't seem to mind too much.
We decided to stay after cooking to help serve the Pokemon Fan Club. Selena went overboard with that idea. She tied a pink bow around my neck and hitched me to a tiny, decorated wagon with enough room for a couple plates. Upon bringing the food to the first table, I realized that, much to my horror, upon seeing an eevee, strangely colored, no less, they were much more interested in me than the steaming honey buns.
One fat woman picked me up and got right into my face, distorting her voice to a frequency didn't know humans were even capable of. I pinned my ears back and tried to free myself from her huge, man hands. Turning for help, I saw my savior.
"Gold, help me!" I begged him. He looked at me, eyes glaring obviously upset about the cart he was carelessly kicking to its destination. The small bowtie he was wearing, crooked from his attempts to take it off. He smirked.
"I'll get right on that, Rusty." He called back walking away.
My hero.
"Thank you so much for your help! I couldn't have done it without you!" Selena beamed, both her and her machop waving heartily. In gratitude, she had loaned us her spare bedroom. Rae and her slightly useless blubber-balls of Pokemon got to sleep on the bed while Sam, Gold and I slept on the ground. Well, more accurately, I slept on Sam's face. And Rae offered to make room on the bed to sleep with them but I didn't know what a bed was and wanted to stay with Sam. So in the morning, I acted my part and grumbled and complained at Rae alongside Sam and Gold about not getting the 'bed' whatever the heck that does anyway.
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