Welcome... to the Third Arc! Some weird stuff is going to happen in this one, and there are going to be some more humour based episodes. Warning you in advance.

Anyway, Flame and Scout continue on their travels. But all doesn't go as planned.

Arc Three: Trances and Rockets.

Episode Twenty-Three: Moron and Spices

We had been walking through the entire night, my feet hurt and Scout looked about ready to pass out. So I called a rest stop, right next to a bush of red berries. Scout flopped to the floor and fall asleep almost instantly, while I sat down and rubbed the sorest of my feet. (I can see why most Pokémon don't travel much)

After a few minutes of that and listening to my stomach rumble, I headed over to the berry bush and plucked a few of them. After sniffing them to smell if they were ripe or not, I threw my head back and swallowed them whole. It took about three seconds for the spiciness of the berries to kick in, then my eyes began to water.

I gasped for cool air, throwing the berry I had in my hand to the side. The spiciness grew to almost unbearable levels so I threw my head back and tried to cry out. But instead of words, all that came out of my mouth was a stream of white hot flames.

Now normaly, I could only cause a stream of fire for a few seconds and even then it would only cause light burning unless my target was very flammable. But that blast lasted for several seconds and incinerated the foliage above me.

The noise had woken Scout up, and he looked at me as I lowered my muzzle. The spicy aftertaste had vanished and all that was left was the the burning of the trees.

"What the bloody hell was that?" Scout stammered, he was just as shocked as I was.

"Berries were too spicy," I replied, my voice was a little croaky but it was still understandable.

"Remind me not to piss you off after you've eaten," Scout said, laughing.

"Just be thankfull it came out of my mouth," I countered. Charmanders with gas are very dangerous things to be around, even the smallest toot can cause a loud explosion. The look on Scout's face after he realised what I meant was so funny, I cannot describe the sheer hilarity.

After a few seconds of staring at eachother in silence, we both cracked up laughing. I stopped when I heard muffled shouting from somewhere off in the distance.

"Uh Scout. Go find out what that is would you?" I asked in the most polite voice I could muster. Scout frowned slightly before replying, "alright Sarge. But you better not fall asleep while I'm gone."

"I wouldn't dare," I smirked. I was telling the truth too. There was no way I was going to sleep if it was going to tick off someone who could go into homocidal rages and had access to sharp talons.

As he flew off I picked up the berry I had threw away and held it up to the light. Its general redness was amazing and I wanted to see what the juice looked like to I crushed it in my hand. The juice was an even more vivid red and was very sticky. It didn't want to wipe off my hand and there was no way in hell that I was going to lick it off. So I breathed a small burst of fire on it.

There was a smallish boom and my hand was completely ingulfed in flames, if I wasn't fire proof that might have concerned me. The shockwave from the explosion did tingle a bit, I was glad it was only one berry. I couldn't concieve how much damage would be caused if the whole bush was set alight.

Scout flew back and stared at my hand, which was still on fire. The juice was a very slow burner. I stared back at him untill he told me what the noise I had heard was.

"It was your old Trainer. Seems he got himself into a bit of a fix with some bandits. Call themselves Team Rocket. What dumbass came up with that?" Scout said, shrugging as he continued, "Anyway you Trainer and some other girl are tied up and the Bandit has all their Pokéballs."

Well that sucked. Now my new-found sense of heroism wanted to go save them but my general hatred of Moron wanted me to laugh. However I didn't have anything against Joanne so I went with the heroic option.

"Lets go beat up some bandits!"

"Aye aye Sarge. But it looks like the Bandit has a few Pokémon of his own."

"As long as one isn't an Onix, we'll be fine."

"I got a better idea, how 'bout we steal back the captured Pokémon and let them out. Then we can gang up on anything the Bandit has," Scout said. His idea made sense, so I nodded before saying one last thing, "lead the way."