Sixty-Eight
Hungary?

Swellow was sitting on the couch, reading a book.

Absol was sitting on the armrest of the couch, staring the bird down—Swellow feeling a bit awkward about it.

"…would you quit that?" the bird finally asked, glaring at Absol.

"Not until I figure out this odd logic," he grunted, unmoving.

"What odd logic? I can read, you know," Swellow chirped dismissively, flipping a page.

"Yes, but how are you holding that book without thumbs?" he pondered. "Moreover, how are you sitting down? You're a bird for crying out loud."

Swellow looked up into the air for a moment before answering, "How are you sitting on that thing? Aren't Absol like a yard tall?"

…

The armrest broke off.

"DARN IT, SWELLOW," Absol growled.

A while later…

"I'm STARVING," Charizard moaned, face-planting into the table.

"ME TOO," Chestnaught rumbled, scratching at the tabletop.

"…you knaow whut I'm ein tha mood for?" Buizel asked.

"What?" Serperior asked, tracing her tail tip through the dust.

"Pasta."

"Pasta?" Zoroark asked from behind the couch, playing a 3DS.

"Pasta," Buizel repeated.

"Pasta?" Frogadier asked, taking off his headset.

"Pasta!" Buizel answered.

"PASTA!" Most of the Pokémon yelled.

"Let's make lasagna!" Treeko cheered.

"Who are you, Garfield? Let's make spaghetti!" Flygon snorted.

"Who are YOU, Mario?" Quilava asked. "Let's make bowtie!"

"Long as I got my suit and tie," Frogadier hummed.

"Momma's gonna be in the house tonight," Aipom continued.

"With looooove, to-night!" both sang.

"DA-DA DA-DA DU-DA!" Flygon added.

"Okay, bowtie it is," Kirlia shrugged.

"I'll get some tomatoes from the garden!" Shaymin perked, running into the 'GARDEN' box.

"I'll dig up the pasta from the deepest, darkest corner of the cupboard," Frogadier shivered.

"I'll come!" Fennekin offered. No one would notice a thing in such a deep, dark place…

Did she think that out loud?

OH SHOOT SHE DID!

"STOP READING MY THOUGHTS!" Fennekin shouted to the author.

Fine.

Frogadier and Fennekin nervously (well, Frogadier anyway) walked into the pantry in search of bowtie pasta.

Back in the kitchen, Flygon and Chestnaught were digging up some pots. It was gonna take a lot of pasta to feed them all…

"So…Chestnaught, how's your day been going?" Flygon asked, passing a stove pot to him.

"Eh, fairly well," Chestnaught shrugged. Before he could continue, something squeaked inside the pot. He lifted the lid enough for a Pichu to jump out, yelling, "FREE! FREE! I'M FINALLY FREEE!"

"MY FLUFFY!" Agumon yelled from the narrating platform.

After a moment of silence, Chestnaught warily put the pot back on the counter. "Let's…not use that one."

Meanwhile, inside the cupboard…

"SPINNARK!" Frogadier shrieked, jumping away from the spider Pokémon.

"You're such a Combusken," Fennekin groaned, rolling her eyes.

They were nearing the back now; the targets, several boxes of pasta, were towered at the back.

"Isn't a Combusken a strong Pokémon, though?" Frogadier asked.

"If it's not a Fennekin, I'm not interested," she answered.

"…okay then," Frogadier shrugged.

Suddenly, Fennekin 'accidentally' threw a ninja star at Frogadier while he turned to look at an old Dorito Burrito.

Surprisingly, he caught it in midair backwards.

"You want to out-ninja me now?" he asked.

"You bet!" she answered, putting on a ninja outfit from when she first got to the box.

"GAME ON!" Frogadier said, whipping around in Zane's kimono.

Fennekin took out two stars and set them alight with Ember, throwing them at Frogadier with deadly accuracy.

Frogadier jumped up and grabbed onto a loose board in the ceiling, the stars sticking into the wall sideways—fire put out by the wind.

Fennekin jumped off them and used Cut on the board, sending Frogadier to the ground.

He used Ice Beam on the ground, creating a large pike of ice to stand on. Fennekin dropped to the ground on her fours and used Flamethrower on the ice.

It melted, leaving Frogadier in a puddle of water. He fired a Hydro Pump at her, Fennekin jumping just enough for her tail tip to be soaked. He moved his Hydro Pump around, trying to hit the fox, before she ended up right behind him and used Cut to knock him back.

She stepped towards Frogadier slowly, relishing the moment. "Shame," she sighed, "I kind of liked you. You could've been my infiltrator."

"You won't like me after this," he smirked.

"Wha—"

Frogadier shot an Ice Beam at her feet—which were currently in the water puddle. The extra ice and water froze instantly to the ground, seeping between the planks of the wood.

"CURSE YOU, FROGADIER!" Fennekin spat as he casually carried the pasta boxes out.

Fennekin used Flamethrower around her feet. Frogadier panicked, thinking she would catch the wooden floor on fire, but the water-soaked planks didn't do a thing.

"Forget it, the moment was gone," she sighed after he flinched. The two walked out, carrying the boxes to the other, hungry Pokémon.

BONUS: Later, at the Narrating Platform…

"I finally watched One Upon a Time last night," Reevee21 declared, strolling down the hallway with her fellow narrators on the way to narrate.

"Good," Percy sighed. "I couldn't take another reviewer asking for it."

"You modify reviews?"

"Hey, I need to do SOMETHING while you're writing!"

Zelda unlocked and opened the door, only for about a trillion pounds of cooked bowtie pasta to greet her. Several pieces fell out near her feet, the rest packed in too tight.

"WHAT THE HECK?!" she yelled.

Reevee21 snatched the note attached to the door:

We couldn't eat it all, so we left you some!
-Pokémon of the PC

All was silent.

"…does anyone else have the sudden urge to yell 'Pasta' right now? Or is that an Anime thing?" Agumon asked.

"…PASTAAAAAAAAAAA!" Pit shrieked, surprising everyone. "…but seriously, what are we gonna do about this?"

"Well," Percy hummed, "we could hire a cleaning crew. "

"Naw, they work overtime at the Smash Brothers tournament," Zelda dismissed.

"We could eat it," he suggested.

"I'm stuffed," Reevee21 sighed.

"I'm not in the mood to be Greymon right now," Agumon sniffed.

"…we could call Italy."

"…I don't watch Hetalia."

I JUST HAD TO DO THAT. Sorry, guys…

Pit: What's sorry about it? PASTA!

Agumon: PASTA!

Percy: It still smells like Italian food in here…

Zelda: Because there IS Italian food in here.

Percy: (looks around, sees the room still stuffed with pasta) oh, right.

Anyone know Italy's phone number?

Agumon: Germany.

Pit: France?

Percy: (muttering) Anime freaks…

Zelda: HEY! BE NICE!

Thanks for reading, everyone! Be sure to leave a review—

Pit: PASTA!

-follow and favorite for a plate of FREE, Quilava-spike cooked pasta—

Agumon: (gags on mouthful)

…and HUG YOUR EEVEE! BYYYE!

SPECIAL NOTE: Guys, I'm doing a WGDitPC special pretty soon and I NEED YOUR VOTES! So far, I'll be doing either:

SSB crossover
Adventure in the Real World
Crossover with To Their Own Devices
Legend of Zelda reenactment
Brave reenactment

But any new ideas are appreciated! Send in a vote via review!

To the user Silverbird22 (Vaporeon) and guests named OP Skitty (Mawile), 112 so lazy (Luxio), Guest (Umbreon), and Guest (Aipom): I need your permission to use the Pokémon mentioned above! IT REALLY MATTERS! If I don't get word back, I may end up using them anyway, so SPEAK UP NOW! FOR THE SPECIAL!