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Ark winced. Not just because Munchlax caused him to miss Turtwig, not just because he’d failed spectacularly and gotten caught, but also, and primarily, because the old man now staring him down was called Mace.
Maskerade- Deciding to go for a good old 'Dine and Dash', you turn and sprint down the road, hoping to distance yourself from the scene of the crime. You've made a rookie's mistake however, everyone knows that if you're going to pull a Dine and Dash, everyone has to dash! Unfortunately Turtwig has opted to remain behind with Munchlax, hoping to find more delicious treats within the homestead. You race back, eyes locked on the Grass Starter as he relentlessly tries to scramble up through the window. Ball raised, you're about to recall him when Munchlax decides to give him a little boost. The recall fails as the Normal type pushes Turtwig up onto the windowsill. You quickly lose sight of the enterprising Pokemon, but it isn't long before someone else sets eyes on him. A scream followed by a bout of shouting. "Get outta here you darn varmint! Mace there's a critter in ere again!" The call for help stirs movement from the barn opposite the homestead, as a burly old man in overalls charges towards the home.
Turtwig comes skidding out the front door just before the man reaches it, the Grass type wheels towards you, fear in his eyes. It is soon obvious why, as an old woman in a polka-dot dress lurches out of the house, fiercely wielding a straw broom. "Ginger honey, what's goin on ere?" The man questions, still unable to put the pieces together.
"That darn Turtwig ate the pie I had coolin on the sill!" Ginger replies, brandishing her broom in Turtwig's direction. "Look's to me like it belongs to that kid." The pair now have eyes on you and clearly blame Turtwig for eating the pie. You could try and push the blame onto Munchlax and go on your way but it might be difficult to convince them since Turtwig was the one caught trespassing.
Let’s hope it’s an actual name and not a moniker…
Chimchar had by then turned his back around and started whistling, the traitorous little devil, while Turtwig tiled his head innocently while still perched up on the sill, watching events unfold with half-hearted curiosity. What he really wanted to know was if a second pie existed after all. Munchlax, in turn, stared at his feet, like an elephant in a porcelain shop hoping to go unnoticed.
“I… I… you see…”
His father had always told him to “take it like a man” and never put the blame on someone else. However, like all fatherly sermons, that rule applied when Ark was actually to blame, which definitely wasn’t the case here. But deep down, he still felt wrong about just tossing Munchlax under the proverbial bus – it was in the bear’s nature to compulsively seek food, wasn’t it? It’d be like scolding a Dedenne every time it Nuzzled his Trainer…
…. Argh, fine, dammit!
“I’m so sorry! You see, I’m a homeless orphan, these Pokemon are my only company and we were starving!” he pleaded, laying it on thick. “Last we ate was half a loaf of bread on Tuesday, mister, and my Pokemon can barely walk from hunger” he concluded, emphatically stressing the last part, hoping any of them would get the message.
Chimchar fell to the side, pretending to faint, clearly overdoing it. Turtwig looked around wondering who of them had eaten that bread last Tuesday because he didn’t remember getting any bread. Munchlax’s stomach growled loudly, but it was clearly involuntary, if masterfully timed; it probably did that all the time.
Ark tried his best to look desperate, quickly throwing Munchlax a glare that screamed “you owe me for this”, but he was 100% certain it flew right over the bear’s head. The all was now on Mace and Ginger’s court…
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