Bouffalant

It was all coming together nicely. Nearly everything was figured out: how the thief had gotten the Peerless Emerald Necklace, who the thief was, why the crime was committed. All that was left was finding the crook and the necklace. But that shouldn't be much trouble. His flawless deduction skills were already reexamining clues and narrowing down the possibilities. It wouldn't be much longer before he would close the case, as he was Looker, the greatest detective in the world.

Walking on the path that went alongside a railroad, Looker was going to meet with a possible witness. There was a crossroad ahead, where he needed to cross the tracks to get to the person's house. At the crossing, there was a large brown Pokémon standing in the middle of the route, idling there and chewing cud. It had large long horns, but even larger than those was its hair. Jutting out in a large curly ball, it seemed like an inadvisable hair style for a four legged creature. But that was natural on a Bouffalant.

"Good afternoon, Pokémon," Looker said, nodding to the creature. He then started off down the road he needed.

However, the Bouffalant snorted, stomping its hoof down.

Looker held his hands up. "Pardon me; I will not be in your territory long if that is what…"

The Bouffalant then gently pushed him with its hair. For a 'gentle' push, it knocked Looker flat on his back. The Pokémon then pawed at the ground.

"What, you have muscles in that hair?" Looker asked, starting to get back up. "I'm not…" the Pokémon started for him again, so he quickly grabbed something from his bag. "Okay, here, take this. Will that do?'

Across the dusty route, the deep red apple rolled up to the Pokémon. The Bouffalant sniffed it, then ate it in two bites. It then walked off, satisfied. With that handled, Looker got up and headed off on his way. One had to know how to handle any Pokémon on this kind of job, he thought. Because one never knew what would happen on the road.

As he stepped onto the tracks, someone came running along the route. Looker saw the man and recognized him. It was the thief! Apprehending him now would cut out several steps towards fully solving this case. True, he wasn't too happy with the serendipity of the situation, but he knew to take advantage of these windfalls.

He rushed and tackled the thief. "Halt, in the name of the International Police!" he said. "You are hereby under arrest for the theft of the Peerless Emerald Necklace!"

Later, he could never explain the situation satisfactorily to others, not without making himself look bad. But ten minutes after he had tried to arrest the thief, Looker found himself lying on the railroad tracks he had been trying to cross. Thick ropes held him in a bind so that he could not move, even though his head was on one metal rail and his feet were on the other. And there was a vibration coming through the metal.

Still, the thief waited in order to hear the train whistle in the distance. He was the sort of man who looked so comically villainous that one could not take him seriously: pale skin, long dirty hands, greasy black hair, a long and thin black mustache that curled at the ends, and a black top hat. But perhaps the look was a part of his diabolical genius, as he was well known to the International Police for such audacious thefts.

"Well well now, dear Looker," the man said, grinning after the whistle. "You finally catch up to me, but I am the one who catches you in the end."

"Justice will not fail," he said, still having total faith in the system despite his current situation.

"But you won't be around much longer to see any justice. Now before you die, I think you'd want to know that I did steal the Peerless Emerald Necklace." He twisted one end of his mustache around, looking proud of himself. "And you may as well know, you were right about the Glory of Kyogre as well."

"What?" Looker asked, angered. The theft of that priceless painting had been one of his earliest cases, but the courts had failed to get a conviction. That loss had driven him to perfect himself into the best detective ever, one who could finally put a stop to this thief, his nemesis.

He just looked smug. "And the Tome of Alph, and the…" and suddenly he was no longer in view. There was just a thump of him hitting the ground.

And in his place, there was the Bouffalant. The Pokémon grunted.

"You must be an aide of Justice," Looker said. "That is good, but I don't suppose you can do anything about this train that's going to hit me?" He thought the Pokémon might be able to rip the ropes with its horns. The rails were throbbing and he could hear the wheels through the metal.

The Bouffalant looked in the direction the train was coming from… and ran.

Sighing, Looker closed his eyes. He supposed it wasn't fair for him to expect a wild Pokémon to do much about an on-coming train. He knew that his job was dangerous. And yet, he'd never guessed that he would die while tied to a set of railroad tracks.

There was a colossal smashing sound down the tracks, followed by a terrible clamor of speeding metal slamming into the ground. When that sound died off, Looker noticed that the tracks were no longer vibrating. And, he was alive. Still tied down, but alive.

Sometime later, emergency crews arrived at the location. The local police found him and untied him. Through his instructions, they took the thief into custody, making a search of his person to see if he had any stolen goods on him. Once he was upright, Looker could see what had happened. the train that had been heading his way had derailed messily, leaving a disaster area over a mile long in its wake.

"We think it was one of the Bouffalant again," the officer talking to him said. "Thankfully it wasn't a passenger train, but we've told the railroad company to move this line or protect it better. Those Pokémon can be a nuisance."

"I see." Seeing something approaching him, Looker turned and saw a Bouffalant, probably the one from earlier, trotting their way. It didn't look like it had taken any damage from attacking the train. "Was it you then? You may have saved my life, but in causing a train wreck, I can't thank you for that. No apple for you this time."

Snorting, the Bouffalant stomped its hoof down. After a momentary glaring contest, the Pokémon turned and headed off.

"I didn't think it would actually try to stop the train," Looker told the officer. "I was hoping it could free me from the tracks somehow."

"Does it belong to you?" the officer asked.

He shook his head. "No, it's just a wild…"

And the Bouffalant charged at Looker, head butting him so hard that he flew up and away until he was nothing more than a twinkle in the sky.

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Bouffalant White entry: They charge wildly and headbutt everything. Their headbutts have enough destructive force to derail a train.

I don't watch the anime, but I know there's something about blasting off again that should go here...