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Excuse me!

[ A man with a long white ponytail and an immaculately tailored (though unusually green) suit graces your PokéGear screen this morning. He appears rather put out, for some reason. ]

I demand to know who is in charge here! I ask that you kindly return me to where I came from! I'm a very busy man, and I don't appreciate being... kidnapped, or whatever it is you've done to me!

[ He pauses, takes a breath, and smooths down the front of his suit. ]

Whoever you are, it is in your best interest to release me before my employees get here. [ His lip curls. ] And if you were going to go so far as to provide me with clothes, you might at least have made them a bit more fashionable. How you expected me to wear those rags...

[ Having said his piece, he reaches for the Gear, presumably to turn it off, when a long green snout comes abruptly into view, sniffing inquisitively. His Snivy's curious about the lighty box, it seems. ]

Ah, yes - and if someone could elucidate me as to what exactly these... creatures are, it would be most appreciated. At least this one seems to have good sense, for the most part - stop smelling that!

[ The Snivy straightens up, trying to look dignified. This is the sort of Snivy who would never think of sticking his face all over a PokéGear. What would make you think that? ]

[ The man, for his part, turns back to the camera. ] If you can provide me with some answers as to what's going on in this place, I will see to it that you are handsomely rewarded. The sooner, the better.

[ And the feed shuts off. ]

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[ Any Rockets hanging around the base, feel free to bug Valmont if you run into him in the hallway! You'll recognize him. He's the one in very non-regulation green and a foul mood. ]

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Anything, you say? [ Hmm. He files that away for later. ] Oh, very well.

[ Valmont and the Snivy stare each other down while Skull flails in the background. Each is dead-set on one thing: they are not touching that Trubbish.

Finally, though, the Snivy looks away, growling resignedly. He probably should do what his trainer wants, even if what his trainer wants is stupid. With a sigh, he extends two long vines, which wrap around the Trubbish's arm and try to pry it away from poor Skull.

Now that he knows he's not expected to do anything, Valmont sits back and watches this with a measure of amusement. ] Do pull a little harder, won't you? That trash bag seems to have a rather tight grip.

[ 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 ]

[ Sorry, Skull. Valmont doesn't tend to forget about people owing him favors. This sort of thing can come in very handy when you're a crime lord! ]

[ When Skull asks for his helmet, Valmont's on the verge of refusing. He's already stuck his neck out enough for this strange child; why should he have to get his hands (or his Snivy's vines) any dirtier? But... well, he does understand wanting to keep one's clothes in good shape. If it had been his tie or something, surely he'd be just as desperate.

Curse his kind and giving nature. ]

Oh, very well. [ He addresses the Snivy. ] If you retrieve that helmet, I'll... I don't know. Give you something that snakes like. [ This is what Vanellope was saying, right? Be nice to your Pokémon? See, he can do it! Probably! ]

[ At any rate, this seems to be enough for the Snivy. He resolutely tightens his grip and pulls even harder at the helmet. While he does so, Valmont turns to Skull. ]

This may be the single strangest question I've ever had to ask in my life - and I've been through a lot of strange things, believe me: What is a talking baby doing wearing a motorcycle helmet?

[ skull looks up quickly from the scene— all he wants is his precious baby back :( ]

It's— It's a long story, okay?! I was— [ he stops, sees what he said there— and corrects himself. ] I am the 'Stuntman from Hell'!

Ah. Well, that explains everything. [ Said in the most sarcastic tone he can muster. Which is pretty sarcastic. ] Granted, I don't have all that much experience with Hell, but I wasn't aware they were quite so desperate as to be hiring infants for stuntmen. What exactly does that title have to do with anything?

[ And with a squelch, the helmet is finally wrested free from the Trubbish's loving grip. The Snivy doesn't give it back to Skull yet, though, instead dangling it just out of his reach. This child could be fun to mess with! ]

Good!

[ he's too busy thinking about his fashion statement to notice, val . . . he's also not supposed to speak up about the curse thing to outsiders! it's a mafia thing :( ]

It's a title! Not— literally! That's just how badass I wa— am! I am!

[ but— ah! sweet victory! he almost jumps once his helmet is retrieved, holding his arms up to get them in his tiny little hands. yes yes yes come to papi— ]

What—

[ but it's . . . a little high

snivy :| ]

—You're fucking with me! Hand it over!

[ HE'S GOING TO PUNCH YOUR FACE IN LIZARD

please give it . . . ]

[ Yeah, but it's weird! WHY ARE YOU A BABY WHO IS A BIKER THIS IS CONFUSING ]

[ Nothing doing yet on the helmet front, Skull. The Snivy continues to dangle it over his head - hey, what can he say, the kid's reactions are funny! Valmont, having noticed, watches the struggle between the two with a modicum of amusement before deciding he probably ought to speak up. He can appreciate cruelty as much as the next crime boss, but this is just kind of pathetic. ]

Oh, do give the boy his helmet. I don't know what kind of stuntman he says he is, but a stuntman ought to have a helmet, I suppose.

[ The Snivy, looking annoyed, reluctantly lowers the helmet to juuust within Skull's reach. Y u spoil his fun, trainer. ]

[ miffed, and making sure it shows, he swipes the helmet away with a sharp glare to the other pokemon. ]

You're lucky you listened! Little green asshole. Peh—

[ he checks the helmet first— any dirt marks? let him clean that up—! so far, no smells. lucky for him the trubbish was friendly enough to keep her stenchiness to herself! he then finishes slipping his helmet back on, moving it around to see if it's on right, hiding away his make-up and piercings.

. . . so

totally skipping the fact that he owes this guy one. now, it's time to get that trubbish away. he takes one of his pokeballs out, holding one in each hand— though he's unsure which one has the fish in it and which one is her's . . . ]

Geh— How do you know which one is the right one-?!

[ secretly, he didn't want that poor fish flopping around with no water. if he was good at something, it was bike stunts, but also pet care. he's not going to put his fish through torture!! ]

[ Valmont watches with mild interest. He'd gathered that the boy was attached to his helmet, but to be wearing it indoors? That seems a little much.

Then the Pokéballs come out, and... huh. He leans forward a bit to inspect them. ] So you've received those contraptions too? I noticed a few of them in the bag I was given. What do they do, exactly?

[ His Stunky, on the other hand, growls slightly, her hackles raised. You're not going to put her in one of those things! ]

You've never played this before-?! It's what they stay in! Just—

[ god this used to be a lot easier back in the day when he was actually small

and had a gameboy

but he's giving up, using the one on his right, and throwing it at the trubbish— but his aim wasn't that great, hitting the stunky instead. unfortunately, it's the wrong one, for with a crack and a bright light, out comes his remoraid! it's . . . a fish, though, and it's kind of flopping on the floor to get right side up. poor thing— ]

Rem-! Damn it—

[ everyone knows a fish out of water is a bad thing! and if skull was good at one thing, it was pet care, running up to the remoraid to at least hold him. at least it was calmer when he held it-! ]

Played...? What are you talking about?

[ The Stunky yelps in pain as the Pokéball bounces off her. Recovering, she growls at the Remoraid that emerges from it. What was that for?! ]

Is that a fish? These things come in fish varieties too? [ He guesses that shouldn't be surprising, after the living trash bag. Still, he's had quite enough of fish for a while, thank you. Then he has a thought, almost smirking to himself. Good thing Tohru isn't here! ]

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