[ ahh, success! finally! the things he has to do to get help around here! unfortunately, it wasn't the other way around, but— oh well. maybe this guy will forget about it somehow . . .

at least things are working out. ]

H-hurry up, will you-?!

[ there, and finally, the vines from the snivy pulls— trash's grip is gather tight, though, but at least it's enough of an opposite force for skull to make room for his arms, squishing them in between him and the trubbish, and along with the snivy's tugging at her arms, he pushes at her body, trying to slide down . . . ! until pop! he's free!

but his helmet isn't. for a split moment as skull falls back bottom first, face against fresh air, he jumps right back onto his feet and celebrates. ]

—Hah! I did it! Now you're gonna—!

[ he's reaching for another one of the pokeballs around his waist, ready to call out rem despite him being a fish . . . but at least he can probably k.o. the trash bag in no time!

at least until he clicks that she's still got her sticky paws on his helmet. ]

Eh—

[ he almost wheezes out a gasp— anything but the helmet ]

Let go of that!! Give it back, or—!

[ he turns to both the snivy and valmont rather desperately: ]

Can't you pull harder?! Tell him to pull harder!! It's personalized!!

[ AND IT'S GETTING ALL GROSS NO ]