Harold stormed into his kitchen, slamming his dripping mini-cooler onto the counter with an audible thud.
“All right, then,” he muttered angrily, “I’ll just enjoy a nice, relaxing day at home!”
Following in behind the man, Mareanie made a beeline for its room; its water-sodden rear left large wet spots on the carpet as the Pokemon hopped along. Zweilous, having heard their master come home, had already vacated the comfy chair they were resting in, also retreating to their room.
“What I could use right now,” Harold said as he pulled out a glass and filled it with ice cubes, “Is a good, stiff drink!”
Passing by a Meowth wall clock reading 11:30 AM, Harold went up to an ornate mahogany cabinet and pulled out a glass bottle quarter-full of an amber liquid. He closed the cabinet, nearly dropping the bottle in surprise as his Gengar’s face suddenly leered back at him.
“Gengargeng!” the ghost-type Pokemon exclaimed, grinning its usual huge grin. LIke all of Harold’s Pokemon, it wore a tape-up diaper patterned orange, gold, and black, like a luxury ball.
“I told you not to do that,” the gentleman said as he took the bottle over to the counter. Before he could pour himself a drink, a repeated, high-pitched jingling sounded from the living room. Harold set the bottle down hard and marched into the other room, where his Zorua was playing with a jingling ball Poketoy.
“Oh no you don’t!” Harold said loudly as he snatched the toy from his Pokemon. “You’re not going to ruin my ‘me’ time with this annoyance!” He took the toy down the hall, calling over his shoulder, “I’m going to hide it better this time!”
“Zor…?” The Zorua looked like it was about to cry.
Gengar frowned for a moment; then the grin returned, wicked this time. The ghost floated over to the bottle on the counter, picked it up, and drained it into the sink, before going over to a cabinet and rummaged around.
Zorua watched on curiously as it tried to figure out what its friend was doing. “Rua?” the fox Pokemon asked, tilting its head as it sat down; a quiet squish sounded as its diaper, still wet from the previous night, pressed against the floor.
“Gengar!” The ghost Pokemon, having found what it was searching for, triumphantly held up its prize: a plain white, plastic bottle. A label, emblazoned with a Munchlax wearing a very full cloth diaper, read “MunchLaxative.”
Zorua grinned knowingly as the other Pokemon poured the laxative into the tall glass bottle. After disposing of the medicine’s original container, Gengar brought the newly-refilled bottle over to the little fox, saying “Geng!” with a wink.
Nodding, Zorua reached a paw out to the bottle and used its illusion powers, causing a faint ripple to envelope it. Once the ripple subsided, the bottle once again looked like it contained the amber liquid it originally held.
“Gar-har-har!” giggled Gengar. It returned the bottle to its original place on the counter, then quickly floated back over to the Zorua, and not a moment too soon.
“There!” Harold said pointedly as he marched back into the room, “I don’t think anyone will be finding that annoying thing anytime soon!” He headed straight for the bottle, pouring a large helping of the liquid into his glass of ice. “Now, about that drink!”
Gengar and Zorua fistbumped.
