Author notes: Well, I'm able to give you more details now. I had to finish these transition chapters and this sub-arc before publishing, simply because... I wrote it in no particular order: I did the end, then the middle, back to the end, etc., so it was impossible for me to publish the chapters before I had my sub-arc ^^'.
As a result, I'll be releasing about one chapter every two weeks for a couple of months: partly so that I can put the finishing touches on this part before releasing it (especially cutting up the chapters), but also so that I can get on with the next sub-arc.
As for the chapter itself, I've tried to keep it light and fun. Then it's my humor, but I had a smile on my face regularly during the chapter and I hope it will have the same effect on you ^^.
Thumb your nose and Delphinium
DRIIiii ! DRIIiii !
The alarm sounded throughout the building, much to the annoyance of its inhabitants. Five times, five times in less than two hours, even the keeper was beginning to tire of it as she trotted along the corridors. She had enough on her plate already, and frankly, she was on the verge of giving up and handing it over to Officer Jenny, even if it meant her boss - and fortunately it wouldn't be her job - would have to make a phone call to the hierarchy, then to the police, then paperwork, paperwork, paperwork, and finally paperwork.
Blissey, the newly appointed prison guard, shook her curly hair, looking for the slightest clue to help her in her search. But nothing, not the slightest trace of sadness, despair or fear. She continued to search, more out of conscience than any real hope of finding anything, before finally deciding to return to her superior. It would now be up to the authorities to sort things out, and she hoped they would be more efficient than they had been in this case of a missing person in the forest (at the same time, how were they going to find the poor guy if they stayed at the edge of the wood!), because if they didn't, the two fugitives were likely to remain in the wild for quite some time.
There was only one door left through which to return to his department and confess her failure, a door carefully marked in black felt-tip "No Bîn" to distinguish it from its counterpart "Bîn" next door, which had already claimed many victims and would claim one more today.
Or rather, two, for a strange silence mingled with the creaking of the door. Blissey blinked once, twice, and then a third time at the two half-heads sticking out of the "Bîn" ledge. Disgust, she realized as she threw her chubby body into the rubble and placed her hands on the necks of the two unfortunates, her ruffles lifted by their terror.
"The sick stay in bed," she declared the sentence.
"Then what are you doing up?" screamed the blue rabbit.
She stopped herself from pushing his snout into the plastic bags.
"Blissy," the red one pleaded, on the verge of tears, "I assure you, we feel better and we'll be careful not to push too hard, but let us go, let us be present!"
"It's for your own good," she sighed, taking her egg from her belly pocket.
"I... I know," Plusle sniffed. "But is it really impossible for us to go? Can't we be... present, just present for them?"
The nurse pokemon's lip quivered for a brief moment as she broke the shell, ready to administer the painkiller inside, no matter how much the hairball resented or suffered. When had she become such a monster? A creature impervious to the will of those she cared for, those whose happiness she wanted! She was a disgrace, a disgrace to all...
"You don't understand, damn it!" Minun struggled. "Ash is going to dance. DANCE! Dance WITH Serena! Do you realize what that means?"
She recoiled slightly. She had never seen a team so united, so eager to shout their encouragement, and she... she...
"Ten Orans berries if Ash falls after five seconds, twenty if he crushes Serena, thirty if he burns her dress, and Braixen bowing if they accidentally kiss. I want to see my victory, I want to see it with my own eyes!"
And it's a critical hit, Plusle commented in his head, a very nice critical hit to the Egg Pokémon's sanity when I was so close to having it, and... Body Slam! Blissey's Body Slam!
The egg pokemon crushed the rabbit and drowned it in garbage, while tossing the red pokemon into the air like a pennant. Minun's adventures might have ended there, if Sylveon hadn't rushed in to... Well, maybe not to save him, but the noise she made forced Blissey out of the room and she discovered Joy on the floor, belly down, like a passimian who'd missed his tackle. The nurse raised her head, her expression almost as crazed and resigned as her pokemon's as she spoke:
"She threw herself down the stairs."
The stairs, the electric pokemons in her hands, the stairs, Nurse Joy, the stairs, the pokemon with the ribbon struggling to its feet. It was going to be a long, long day, and Serena wasn't about to say otherwise.
In fact, Serena was nervously clutching her dress, waiting in the wings for Vivian to beckon her onto the stage. And Charizard didn't look much more confident, his tail tapping on the tiles and his arms crossed, though not enough to hide his trembling, which was hardly surprising given the disaster that had been their training.
Serena grimaced; she hadn't expected him to suddenly become a dancing virtuoso, but after all the performances he'd attended, there could still be some progress, right?
The coordinator heard her partner swallow and wondered if he wasn't going to ask her to give up right now. Something she would prefer... But don't think she didn't trust him, or that he'd better give up and never try again! No, of course not, and Serena would have been delighted if her reptile had finally agreed to try his hand at this part of the contest. Except that the real facts came down to this: they'd only had a total of three hours to come up with a dance, learn it, practice it, and realize that it was simply impossible.
"Char?" stammered the dragon, sensing the attention he was getting.
"Not a good idea," she muttered.
The firebeast hunkered down. She knew he was waiting for a word of encouragement, something she couldn't give him without sounding like a hypocrite.
"You know as well as I do that we haven't practiced this since you first tried it and... I'm not blaming you!"
The coordinator bit her lip, sensing that she had hurt his feelings (and that Meridian might throw his microphone in her face if she yelled again). To think that not so long ago, when he was still a charmander, he'd almost jumped for joy when he heard that he wouldn't have to participate in the choreography portion of the competition. But now he didn't seem to be happy about it - quite the opposite.
"Aaah," the young girl sighed. "Look, I'm willing to help you learn to dance, and we'll even take as much time as you need, because that's exactly what you need: time."
"And I need quiet," Vivian reminded her.
Serena chose to stand back as she saw the anchorwoman's temple pulsate, not wanting to be the target of a new microphone-throwing record.
"Still haven't made up your mind?" the young girl hissed between her teeth.
"Zaaaar, rizard," the reptile grumbled.
Serena shook her head in capitulation. Since he wasn't going to budge on his idea, she might as well remind him of the basic rules of survival:
"No improvisation."
"Char."
"No flames."
"Chari, char."
"And it doesn't matter if you're wrong: just concentrate on your movements without worrying about me, I'll manage to catch you."
Ash puffed his cheeks at what was the antithesis of a performance and the first part of a contest - old or new version. Besides, just because he'd crushed her once or twice in training didn't mean he...
"Fifty-four," she reminded him.
The fake pokemon's eyes widened, and he quickly counted his claws before realizing, first, that he only had six, and second, that even his ten fingers wouldn't have been enough.
"Zaaaaar," he despaired.
"Uh-huh," Viviane coughed. "If you're done arguing about your couple, maybe we could continue the contest."
"We're not arguing!"
The host smiled a little as they entered the stage, but she hadn't expected the coordinator to pull her pokemon by the hand like a child or... The young girl quickly let go of her friend's paw, her cheeks flushed, and waved the hands she didn't know what to do with.
"And we're not a couple, not at all at all!" she finished with a nervous laugh.
"Very well, then, let's welcome our dancing couple, who are not really a couple, or rather not-at-all-at-all."
Serena gritted her teeth and lowered her head so that no one would notice her blush. Vivian was just trying to lighten up the room, but that didn't stop the young girl from feeling uncomfortable at all the laughter. Especially since the ruthless moderator hadn't decided to leave it at that, and slipped up next to the dragon to confide - even though her microphone never left her lips for a second:
"I can tell you're disappointed, Charizard."
"What..." Serena choked.
"But you still have a chance to set your trainer's heart on fire," Vivian continued, "and maybe the public's too."
The fake pokemon flinched, as if the host knew... He wasn't the first pokemon to master FlamHeart!
"You won't ignite anything because you can't use your flames, remember?" squeaked Serena.
She gave Vivian a polite smile to remind her that she wasn't the only coordinator to tease, and that others were waiting in the wings.
"Don't take everything I say too seriously," Vivian grumbled, although she didn't hesitate to give the trainer an apologetic wave. "Don't be too cold to him on my account," she laughed before rejoining the jury.
Serena rolled her eyes; she had enough on her plate without the host's puns adding another layer.
"Cha-Char?" the pokemon tried, clearly sensing his trainer's annoyance.
But Serena was already bowing in greeting, and Ash quickly mimicked her, reciting the various beats in his head: first fly away, then pirouette, then return to Serena and... And what was it again? Oh no, he couldn't have forgotten already! He squeaked out a call for help, but Serena just nodded, indicating that he could start. Except that not only could he not remember the rest, but his brain must have flipped on its Papez circuit for the beginning to escape him so suddenly.
"Charizard," Serena murmured, as if she thought the dragon hadn't understood that he had to start.
As if he could ignore the hundred or so spectators staring at him, and the murmur of amazement.
"Charizard..."
He suddenly noticed the hand the girl was holding out to him, though he wondered if she'd pull it away the next second. Serena herself didn't really know what was wrong with her, telling herself that dancing with a large, fiery reptile was the last thing she would ever do. He'd never take her anyway, because a charizard doesn't...
She shivered as she felt the claws against her glove and the dragon, who seemed more than happy to escape. You're not supposed to accept! she wanted to scream, but instead she forced the dragon to come closer and give up his other hand. What am I doing, what am I doing, what am I doing? She made a move, discreetly whispering the rhythm for the dragon to follow.
"One."
She was cured, cured! So what was wrong with her dancing with him, hands joined, in front of everyone? Nothing, absolutely nothing!
"Two."
But the air was getting awfully warm.
"ThrOuaaaah!"
Serena found herself half dazed under the dragon, no longer knowing where the bottom was from the top, and thinking that with the loud laughter she could hear, it would be better to stay on the ground. But Charizard didn't think so, he hurried to get the girl up and finally get his legs tangled up again.- it wasn't even dancing, just the most elementary gesture of getting up, so why did it have to end like this? Serena felt herself being swept away, having just enough time to realize that the dragon's face was approaching, and the thing about charizards is that the first thing you see of that famous face was... Serena could still feel her heart racing as she lay on the pokemon's chest. If the neck hadn't snapped back at the last moment, they probably would have... At least, they would have avoided a certain group of pokemons on the other side of the screen arguing that it had gone that far, but that far was still pure and simply offside.
Well, if the audience was more than pleased with the performance, as evidenced by their loud laughter, the judges were a little skeptical, not to say disturbed. Ash jumped to his feet and put his trainer back on her feet, this time ready to leave with everything he had! But he hadn't counted on Serena throwing herself at him to cover his mouth.
"We said no flames!" she yelled.
"Rrrr, rrrrarrr."
"No. Flames."
And if Ash could have found a moment of courage to contradict her, Vivian had come back to tell them that their time was up and they had to make way for the next one.
The fake pokemon followed his trainer with his wings flapping and his tail dragging on the ground, his drawn features speaking volumes of his remorse as he thought back to his inability to take the slightest step in agreement with his trainer. It was as if his whole body, his whole being, refused to help the girl when... it was what he wanted, wasn't it?
"It's not like you to sulk over so little," the girl remarked. "Oh, by the way, fifty-five," she quipped with a wink.
She knew she'd just signed her death warrant: having escaped poisoning and the sharp end of a needle, she now faced the risk of suffocation. She knew that he would ask her for extra lessons, as usual, and that it might be difficult to fit it all into her schedule, but... Charizard remained silent. In fact, he said absolutely nothing on the way back, his tail dragging on the ground. And as if Serena didn't have enough to worry about with him being so depressed, she had to discover Sylveon and Minun covered in bandages.
"What happened?" she swallowed and turned to the nurse.
"The fever wasn't well tolerated," she replied jaded.
"And Minun?"
"He was badly tolerated."
Ash might not have been a big fan of fairy tales, but he could - and he said "could" - play along with the princess, Prince Charming and the big bad Charizard. In any case, the setting lent itself well, with the dungeon stripped of most of its stonework and, by some miracle, still standing. But what if it wasn't? And so, with that simple thought, he flew to the top of the tower (the second floor of the tower, but you could let him imagine a little epic in all of this), where the famous Princess was, clearly not knowing what to do with her pokemon.
"I know it's intimidating to face so many charizards, but I can't come with you."
Was she really going to let him face the big bad charizards alone? Heartless princess, capable of sacrificing him without the slightest qualm!
"In case you hadn't noticed, you're one of them, too."
So why did he have to go?! He wasn't the prince, so he could get right to the point: take Serena in his arms and fly away from here, which he was already ready to do if Plusle hadn't released his Discharge just as he was about to reach out with his claws.
"Char!" the shapeshifter complained.
"Plus... Plusle."
Serena rolled her eyes, tired of her pokemon's behavior when he could finally meet other members of his species and learn to act a little more like them.
"Min, minun," the blue rabbit scoffed.
Not to mention finding that famous partner, something the two brothers seemed particularly keen on, perhaps even more so than the main guy. I didn't think he was that shy, she thought.
"Look, Charizard, just go to them and... they'll soon see how great you are."
"Nun, min," the rookie repeated, nudging the dragon mockingly. "Miiii, nun?"
The reptile scratched his cheek while looking discreetly at the trainer, hoping she wouldn't notice.
"Zard," he finally relented.
Serena followed his descent into the castle's central courtyard, a large square surrounded by ramparts, the preferred meeting place for all the reptiles that Count Orium had welcomed and taken in. The girl's lips twitched slightly as she leaned against the balustrade. None of the reptiles turned or flew with tears in their eyes to this son, this missing brother, for, as Orium had claimed, the Reserve had suffered no disappearance, not even that of some unfortunate newborn hidden under the hay in one of the old stables.
"Don't you think you're getting a little too involved?" asked Serena, who had just noticed the two rabbits playing pom-pom pokemons.
"Uuuuu?" they answered in unison.
She winced before turning her attention back to her friend, who still hadn't made contact with his congeners.
"Come on, Charizard," she prayed, clasping her hands over her heart.
Ash, for his part, was just waiting for the famous congeners to push him away with a Flamethrower so he could say to Serena the famous line he'd been preparing in his head for a few minutes: ooooh, it's such a shame... Well, shall we go now? One of the fire pokemon approached him, causing a hoarse growl to rise from the back of his throat. What could be more normal than a youngster entering your territory in search of a partner to lay a dozen eggs with, as Plusle had so eloquently explained?
The shapeshifter wanted to get it over with quickly, of course, but he hadn't expected the claws to be thrown in his face right away. Wasn't there supposed to be a verbal snub, a warning Flamethrower, a nasty paw? All those little steps before you get to the Head Smash or... the friendly hug?
"Well, well, a little newcomer, though not so little... It's rather rare to arrive here after reaching your final form."
"I'm just passing through, it was Serena who wanted..."
"Serena?" the pokémon repeated, raising a suspicious snout at the young girl.
"She's my trainer. Well, a friend, a friend who's also my trainer right now, although it's not as simple as friend or not friend anymore, but it's..." the shapeshifter got confused.
"Serena."
"Yes, that's it, Serena," Ash finished with crossed arms, pleased to have been understood so quickly.
The charizard, whom Ash had already nicknamed Drac in his mind, tilted his head to the side, an amused smile on the corner of his lips.
"And what did this friend-trainer-it's-more-complicated-than-that want?"
"A partner."
Drac's smile faded.
"For me!" the fake pokemon caught himself. "A partner for me," he muttered lower.
Not sure if that calmed his fire counterpart, who was staring more and more at the trainer at the top of the tower (second floor).
"No, no, no, she's not forcing me to do anything, not really, in fact she's not even aware that she's forcing me because she thinks that's what I want, so..."
"It's complicated."
"Exactly!"
Drac rubbed his horns, glad he didn't have a trainer, because it was out of the question to have that kind of headache every day.
"And so, in the end, your idea was..."
"Come, see and be defeated."
Charizard sighed heavily before asking:
"And it didn't occur to you that you might actually find a charizard you like?"
Drac hadn't expected the newcomer to look at him with wide eyes, as if he had just uttered the world's worst idea.
"Well, in truth, you shouldn't have too much trouble getting rejected."
"Do you really think so?"
"I'm sure I do. But the thing is, you want your trainer to think you're at least a little bit serious, so... Yeah, here, start by telling me what your type is."
"Fire?"
"... I have a feeling this is going to be a long one."
Drac grabbed the false pokemon's shoulders and kneaded them vigorously, like a coach preparing his young champion before entering the ring.
"Take a good look and try to think," he hinted with a movement of his snout toward one of the reptile groups. "The firmness of the scales, the shape of the wings, the size of the horns, the temperature, you're not going to tell me you're completely indifferent to all of that."
Oh yes, he was, a thousand times over, but Ash needed Drac's help, so he had to play the game a little.
"Well," Ash swallowed, "if I really had to choose, I'd say..."
That he already had problems when someone asked him what he thought of girls - if someone was stupid enough to ask him - without also asking him about the beauty standards of another species. So his answer, disappointing as it was, would obviously be:
"Blue eyes." The shapeshifter blinked several times, both surprised and mollified, as he continued despite himself: "Yes, blue eyes and... a smile. I don't really know how to describe it, but that kind of smile that recharges your energy and makes you feel like you can do anything." A laugh twirled between his fangs. "There's also that moment when she wakes up, that half-awakening with her eyes closed and the pillow mark on her cheek, and she's surprised afterwards that I can't stop laughing stupidly." He rubbed his arm, his tongue burning to say more, to tell more as the words poured out of his mouth. "Worst of all, I think her hair is even messier than mine was in the morning."
"Hair?"
"Yes," he confirmed with a broad smile, "and she complains about it every time, while I like to see it that way, especially as it turns a lovely honey color with the dawn."
Ash stopped dead in his tracks before turning back to Drac, who was making round eyes as the two rabbits giggled and a panicked Serena screamed upstairs:
"What did he say? Tell me what he said right now!"
"Plus, plupluplu, pluuuuusle!"
"I don't understand a word! Of course I don't understand anything," she lectured herself.
Ash was more than pleased, secretly hoping that Drac had not understood the meaning of what he had just said. Except that, unfortunately, Drac the Charizard had a very good command of what was, let's face it, his native language. Perhaps that was why he'd pulled away from the newcomer, clearing his throat as if to lighten the timbre of his naturally hoarse voice.
"I have no doubt that your trainer is very kind, and that it's normal to feel, shall we say, a form of admiration for her."
"Yes... admiration, it's just..."
"He has a crush on Serena! He's totally in love with Serena!" exploded Minun.
"No!" shouted Ash.
"Oh yes, yes," Plusle added. "I'd go so far as to say he's more than in love, he's completely melting."
"What are you two talking about?" the trainer despaired.
Suddenly noticing all the muzzles that had risen towards her, she hurried to crouch behind the railing, picking up the two brothers as she went.
"He's having a hard enough time without you adding to it," she scolded.
Even from a distance, she could see the suspicious look Charizard's new friend was giving her. Understandable, considering what Orium had told her: many of them had been abandoned by their trainer when they were still charmanders. So it's not surprising that they have no real people in their hearts except for their savior. Oh no, what will I say to him if he is rejected because of me? And indeed, as things stood, that might well happen, but not for the reasons she thought.
Drac stared at Ash, then at the trainer, back to Ash, one last look at the trainer anyway, then a deep sigh.
"Why don't you go and introduce yourself," he suggested.
The shapeshifter accepted with a grimace, looking exhausted even before he'd started talking to any of the dragons. Oh, of course, Drac had seen this kind of behavior in many a youngster clinging to the wings of his elders - though in this case it was more about his trainer's dress - so he hoped that, as on previous occasions, the newcomer would soon change his mind on the subject.
Or not.
The first charizard he encountered ignored him with such force that Drac felt the wind lift his wings. Enough to make you lose all self-confidence for the rest of your life... Or to make your flame ripple with relief.
What the hell is this charizard? despaired Drac, on the verge of punching his nose to make sure he wasn't dreaming.
Ash, unaware of his new friend's state of mind, hurried back to his trainer, finding it hard to feign disappointment. However, he must have been a much better actor than he thought, judging by Serena's reaction:
"Don't get demoralized at the first failure, I know you can do it. Here, how many charizards can boast of being able to coo..."
She bit her tongue in time. It was better not to go down that road, or he'd be automatically eliminated for poisoning.
"You have many qualities, now it's time to show them."
"Chari..." he reminded her bitterly.
"It's true that things didn't go so well at the contest, but it's only a temporary setback. I'm sure you'll be a very good dancer in no time. You just need a little more practice," she finishes with a wink.
"Charichar."
"Ah, uh... yes, like your cooking," she tensed, "but save that surprise for later."
"Zard?"
"The sewing, that is... let's say it's not perfect yet, but there is certainly progress, very clear progress indeed."
"Ri rizar?"
"Well... You don't put the needle in backwards anymore."
"Chaaaaar!" he collapsed.
And the two rabbits next to him were on the verge of giving up, tearing out their ribs.
"You're giving me a headache, really... And I don't think it's important for charizards to be good at cooking or sewing or even dancing."
"Char... charichar," he sulked.
"But... I mean, Charizard, it's not me you're supposed to be seducing," she hiccupped.
"Plus, plusle," the rabbit quipped.
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"Go back," she told her reptile, making it clear that refusal was not an option.
Ash listened reluctantly, but still made a beeline for Drac, still in his statuesque state, to ask his advice.
"I think you can see them all without too much risk. Oh yeah, there's this charizard who likes pokemons that fight in gyms, so..."
"I do contests. Serena's a coordinator."
"And I was stupid to worry, sorry."
Ash turned to (Why not Misty? Hmm... no, bad idea, he wanted to be thrown, not hit. Here, why not :) Drasna. Well, he'd have to be a little more convincing this time, and if this charizard really liked gym fights, he should be able to put on a good show, given his training background.
"Hello! I'm Ash...mander. An Ashmander with a Charizard head, ah ah."
Done yet? Maybe not, considering the way the dragoness was approaching. The false pokemon tensed, not really used to being hovered around like that, nor to being sniffed at so insistently. In fact, it wasn't used to being sniffed at all!
"Nun?" exclaimed Minun, surprised by the shapeshifter's apparent success. "Min, minun?" he asked, turning to his trainer.
"Hum..." she replied vaguely.
Apparently, her pokemon would find a partner much faster than she'd hoped. And in itself, it was perfect, exactly what she wanted... Except for the way she was sticking to him.
"What have you sent me again?" the dragoness sighed once her inspection was complete.
"I have no idea," Drac admitted. "But wouldn't you at least like to have a little chat with him? I think it would do him good."
"I'll pass," she spat a spray of flame.
"Granted, he doesn't look like the fieriest ember in the coal, but it's not like..."
"Ashes!" she growled.
"Who do you think you are?"
Ash opened his mouth wide in surprise. He didn't know how or why, but Serena seemed to have more than understood what Drasna had just said, so much so that she was far more irritated than the principal concerned.
"Stop, stop, stop!" Ash panicked, standing in front of the dragoness who was glaring at the human.
"Let her come and tell me to my face."
Which wasn't far off, considering the way Serena was leaning over the fence! Ash made big, desperate gestures, pretending that it didn't matter, and that she certainly didn't need to go down there and face a dragon she was no match for - literally!
"Tell me, what's your problem with him? He's not strong enough, is he? Unless he's not as tall, handsome, and muscular as the charizards you're used to rubbing shoulders with. Of course, everyone prefers tall, handsome, muscular, violent charizards who don't give a damn about you!"
Ash heard Drac snarl in irritation; the attack may have been indirect, but it was there nonetheless. Worst of all, Serena didn't seem at all willing to stop, despite the obvious danger she was exposing herself to. Don't think he wasn't pleased that she was defending him, but... You can't provoke them without risking a backlash, Ash shouted inwardly. You have a Charizard, you should know that! (Which, technically, he didn't, but the shapeshifter would skip the details this time.)
"Very good... Very good, very good," Drasna hissed.
Serena flinched, feeling her cheeks heat up again as she watched the dragoness abruptly change her mind and bring her muzzle close to her Charizard's.
"Get your paws off..." the young girl gasped in spite of herself.
Drasna paused in her gesture, a small sneer of defiance directed at the trainer as Ash was at a loss for words.
"If you love him so much," she said as she grabbed the shapeshifter's arm, "take him back!"
In less than half a second, Ash found himself upside down, his wings strangely immobile even though he felt like he'd flown away.
"CHARIZARD!"
He had just enough time to see his trainer's terrified face and Minun's perfect tackle-save maneuver to prevent her from tasting the dungeon bricks with him. Ash stood motionless for a moment, arms outstretched, wondering how Drasna could have aimed so well and with such force. Misty, I really should have called her Misty, he repeated to himself, his temples twisted by tinnitus.
"I'm... I'm sorry."
Crouching beside him, Serena bit her lip and wrung her hands on her dress. She blamed herself, while Ash was grateful to her for finding a good excuse to finally get out of the whole thing, even if he would have preferred to do it in a less painful way. Anyway, now all he had to do was play the frustration card and...
"The dozen eggs, Ash, it's time!"
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