Thirteeen
D.
Flygon had a toolbox, and was fixing up the wall.
"how are you so good at that?" Frogadier asked, handing him a nail.
"because I'm a D. !" Flygon chirped.
Swellow was eating the author's eye pickle. "I looooooove my dill," he said with dreamy eyes.
"Hey look!" Flygon said, "passage back to the special box!"
"are you sure?" Quilava asked, "the last time I went through a passage, I was almost run over by a truck, captured by the earth police, and framed for dog robbery.*"
*=long story
"sure I'm sure!" Flygon said, stepping through. Turns out he was right. Box 15 was good as new.
"I missed this place," Milotic said, kissing the pokemn center tile.
"weeeeell we can't go back," Zoroark said. The passage had closed.
"what-ever girl!" Serperior said, flicking a tail, "let's get the matresses out!"
"why aren't I a serpent?" Zoroark muttered under her breath, "I'm in a box of snakes, and I'm a fox!"
Ha! F. !
Percy: C. !
Anything else?
Percy: yes. I need to hire myself a D. .
You don't hire a Do-It-Yourself dragon, you D.I.Y!
Percy: oh.