The region of Galar...is calm and cool in the town of Hulbury. A town known for its sea ports, fishing spots, and it's famous seafood restaurant, The Captain's Table, where the President of Galar, President Rosé, and his assistant Ms. Olliv, are finishing their dinner.

"That was a lovely meal, I must say! Wouldn't you agree Ms. Olliv?" asked Rosé.

"Yes. It was a lovely meal." Olliv replied in her usual monotone robotic-sounding voice.

"You really didn't have to stay open after hours just for me." Rosé stated to the head chef, who has been awaiting at their table, doubling as their waiter. Olliv turns her head to face the chef and gives him a blank expression stare.

"N-n-no, no, it was nothing!" the chef responds with nervous fear as he stares back at Olliv. "Y-y-you-you're welcome h-h-here anytime Mis-"

Olliv squints just a bit at the chef.

"PREZ!, I mean President Rosé. Anytime..."

After a brief moment of silence, Rosé breaks with, "Well, we should be going. Ms. Olliv, please handle the bill."

"Yes sir President Rosé" Olliv responds monotonely. Rosé scoots out of his seat, wipes the edges of his lips and goatee with a napkin, and drops the napkin nonchalantly on his plate and it lands in the shape of an origami bloomed rosebud. Rosé then steps to the exit and exits, leaving Olliv and the chef alone. Olliv unblinking, stares at the chef, keeping her gaze with his as she makes her way to the exit as well, just stopping at the door.

"The President of Galar eating at your establishment is payment enough...but I'll leave you a tip..." Olliv pauses and her facial expression drastically changes from emotionless to manically angry.

"Your slowpoke tail was undercooked. Don't let it EVER happen AGAIN!" she uttered sternly and exited through the doorway.

The chef replied frighteningly as Olliv was leaving, "Y-y-yes ma'am. Never again ma'am."

The chef bows and keeps facing down as a tear sheds and falls to the floor of the now empty restaurant. Meanwhile, just outside, Rosé enters the door of the Corviknight taxi that was being held open by the cabbie, the pilot of the Corviknight taxi, who continues to hold it open for Ms. Olliv to enter, whose facial expression was back to expressionless as it showed from the glow of her cellphone screen.

"Home, please." Rosé requests.

"Yes sir." responds the cabbie.

"And please hurry. President Rosé has a busy day tomorrow and needs his rest." chimes in Olliv monotonely.

"Yes ma'am. Let's go Bobbie." the cabbie instructs his Corviknight for takeoff just after taking the reigns. "Yip-yip!"

The cab takes off into the night and shrinks away into the moonlight. Back at The Captain's Table, the chef is closing for the day.

"Your slowpoke tail was undercooked," the chef says to themself mockingly. "She wouldn't know flavor if it smacked her in her stupid face!"

Just then, a frying pan smacks the chef right in the face.

"Nick-nick-nick-nickit!"

A Nickit is seen in the entranceway using Taunt at the chef.

"Zut alors! I'll get you!" the chef yells angrily and gives chase to the Nickit in the night. Shortly after, a Skwovet peeks its head in the doorway and scans the inside of the area for anyone.

"Skwo-skwo-skwovet." Skwovet whispers behind, and in skips a hangry-form Morpeko with a look of determination and greed.

"The humans aren't around, so cut the pokéchat and get the grub! I'm HUNNNGREEE!" barks the Morpeko at the Skwovet.

"Skwo-skwo, I mean, sorry 'Poks." replies the Skwovet.

"That's Princess Morpoks! I told you not to call me 'Poks'. That name DOES NOT befit a princess like moi. Now, FEED. ME!"

The Skwovet winks with a salute and scampers over to the kitchen area.

Shortly after, the Nickit returns, sauntering in behind Morpoks.

"That should keep 'em busy guv. Won't be long. We got to get a move on, yea." the Nickit says.

"Then don't just stand there, GET! MY! FOOD!" Demands Morpoks.

"Ya'know ya cute when you're hangry." grinned the Nickit, and then scampered off to join the Skwovet.

"How's it goin' mate?" asks the Nickit to the Skwovet that's body deep into a food crate with its tail twitching up in the air. It squirms a bit and pops its head up with a mouthful of food.

"Mmmf mf mff mff," the Skwovet replies.

"Jolly," says the Nickit.

"HEY! THAT FOOD OF MINE BETTER NOT BE IN YOUR MOUTH AGAIN! I DON'T CARE HOW FULL YOU CAN STUFF YOUR CHEEKS! THAT'S DISGUSTING! PUT MY FOOD IN A BIN AND LET'S GO! I'M STARVING!" commands Morpoks.

After a releasing a disappointing sigh, the Skwovet scopes out the area and sees a big pot on a counter.

"Mmmf mf mff mmmf," the Skwovet motions over to the pot to the Nickit.

"Ah, gotcha guv," confirms the Nickit. It springs toward the pot.

"Aha, got you mon dieu!" The chef reappears and attempts to catch the Nickit mid-air, but the Nickit maneuvers in time to escape the chef's clutches and lands just in front of the chef, then suddenly attacks the chef's abdomen with a quick attack and jumps on the bend of the chef's back when it hunches over from the attack, then the Nickit uses tail slap to knock the pot over to the Skwovet.

"GO, WE GOT TO LEG IT!" calls the Nickit to the Skwovet. The Skwovet dumps a crate of food in the pot in a panic and rushes it over towards Morpoks as the Nickit hides behind Morpoks. The chef regains his composure and blocks the doorway with a menacing look.

"I don't think so!" spouts the chef.

"MOVE." demands Morpoks in a deep voice. The Skwovet hops onto the lower back of the Nickit, holding the pot of food overhead, then a dark purpleish-black aura begins to glow from Morpoks, who then uses aura wheel to steamroll over the chef and out the door into the night.

"J'ai fini..." whimpers the flattened chef.

The very next day, the region of Galar...is rustling and bustling now in the town of Hulbury. The outdoor marketplace is full of customers and salespeople, the ports are full of sailors and ships, the gym is full of trainers awaiting the return of the gym leader, Nestlé, who is busy with her separate duties as a fashion model, but one place that is not full is The Captain's Table, as disappointed patrons learn that the famous restaurant is closed due to a lack of ingredients.

"What do you mean they're closed!? I came all this way from Spikesmuth just to find out they're closed!?" a patron complains to themself.

Meanwhile, over in Wedgehurst, Prof. Magnium has her hands full with her creations, the Power Pokémon. They're ranting incoherently about their interests with Sob perched on her head, Sock squatting on her left shoulder and Scor standing on her right.

"I can't understand all of you all at once. One at a time," instructs Prof. Magnium.

Scor starts, "Allow me, mates. Professor, with great power comes great Pokémon, and when you have great Pokémon, you have to train 'em to be the very best, that none ever was, which is why we should join the Pokémon league and become the new champions of Galar!"

"Or, we could go explore the region, uncover secrets, go on an adventure, all the while to become Galar's next best band! 'Grookey and the Torrecats'! We'll headline Wyndon Stadium and be bigger than The Maximums! And maybe solve some mysteries along the way. Ohhkeekee!" follows Sock.

"Or, we could go make some new friends! There's lots and lots of of Pokémon, and we could meet them all, and be the first to ever find ALL the Pokémon! Maybe we can meet Mew, or even better...Arceus!" Sob's eyes sparkle at the last word.

"Battling. Adventure. Friendship. Sounds like you three want to go on a journey, but I don't think you're ready to go on a jour--"

The doorbell rings.

"Oh, someone's at the door." Prof. Magnium continues. "Be right there!" she calls towards the door.

"Ey, what are we supposed to do?" asks Scor. "We've never had a visitor."

"Do we hide?" Sob asks while camouflaging transparently.

"Do we yell 'Surprise!'?" Sock asks excitedly.

"Or you could be yourselves. This is the Pokémon world. There's nothing weird, shocking, or surprising about you lot." Prof. Magnium answers.

"True." the trio responds in unison.

"Gran, who're you talking to? Pa is out here tending to the garden, and as your assistant I should know if we're having visitors, so..." says a bright-orange-haired young woman as she enters with her face looking down into her rotom-phone in one hand and twirling a lock of her her in the other.

"Ah, granddaughter. Welcome. Meet ---"

"MISS SUNNY MISS SUNNY!" screams Sob excitedly, interrupting Prof. Magnium.

"Uh..." Prof. Magnium's granddaughter looks up in shock.

Sob leaps onto the young woman's head, speaking rapidly from excitement.

"ProfessorhastoldussomuchaboutyouandIthinkyouareprettyandfunandsweetandwearegonnabethebestoffriendsand-"

"Hey, my name's not Miss Sun-"

"Miss Sunny, a pleasure. You wouldn't happen to be a trainer are ya?" Scor asks whilst shaking the young woman's hand vigorously.

"Hi, actually-"

"Keekeekee! Don't mind them Miss Sunny. Hey, you must do a lot of adventuring, huh, being the Professor's assistant and all. Mind if I tag along next time you-"

"HEY! I SAW HER FIRST! SHE'S MY FRIEND!" Sob argues.

"Sob, calm down mate. She can have more than one friend. We'll catch many friends to build a team, and then challenge the gym, and then battle-"

"Nuh-uh, her and I are going on an adventure, and we'll go camping, and make delicious curry, and-"

"NOSHE'SMINEANDIFYOUALLDON'TSHUTUPI'MGONNACRYWAAAAHHH!"

Sob starts crying, making Scor, Sock, and the young lady start crying too.

"That's enough." Prof. Magnium says, picking up Sob off of her granddaughter while wearing safety goggles and pets Sob until they calm down, and the others follow suit. "There now. That's better. My, you lot sure are a handful. Oh, I have a grand idea! Granddaughter, be a dear and take the wee ones out for a bite. I could use a brea-I mean they could use some fresh air. Being cooped up here isn't good for them. How about you take them out for some lunch? I trust you to take very good care of them."

"Well, I don't kno--"

"Splendid dear, splendid! Now run along now, run along! Shoo, shoo, go, go!"

"THANKS PROFESSOR!" the trio shout in unison.

Prof. Magnium turns away from them and speaks softly to herself. "It's not a journey, it's just lunch. It's not a journey...Rotom-drone. Be a dear and keep a watchful eye on them. I must know if they'll be ready for the field...for when the time comes." Prof. Magnium's face grows to concerned. Rotom-drone lifts from its charging station, receiving it's commands via Prof. Magnium's rotom-phone.

Meanwhile, the young woman, outside, converses with her new responsibilities. "First off, my name IS NOT 'Miss Sunny'--"

"Ooh, ooh, Miss Sunny! Can we please please please PLEEEASE call you 'Miss Sunny'!? It's soooo cute!" Sob requests.

"Gotta say, it does quite fit ya, from what stories the Professor have told about ya." Scor adds.

"Yeah, keekee, and it's sounds soooo cool too! Miss Sunny honey funny money ha-ha-ha-choo! My nose is runny!" Sock tags sillily.

"Please please please please please please-" they ask in unison.

"FINE! Fine, you win! You (she emphasizes) can call me 'Miss Sunny', BUT you all better behave, or it's back to Grans, got it?"

"Yessim" they respond in unison.

"Good. Now, just so happens I'm supposed to be meeting my friend Nestlé for lunch, so, if you guys can behave, you can come along."

"Eeekeekee, our first adventure!" Sock exclaims excitedly, jumping up and waving their stick in the air.

"No, no adventure. Not this time. We're meeting Nestlé for lunch, and then after we've had our fill, we're coming straight back here. Got it? Sorry, but I'm too busy to be babysitting you lot."

"Yamp, yamp!" An excited Yamper approaches and jumps up and down excitedly in front of Ms. Sunny.

"Oh, no, I didn't forget you. Guys, meet Yampie. My Yamper."

"Yamp yamp!" Yampie barks.

"Cute! Nice to meet you Yampie!" Sob smiles.

"Yea, yea, cute. Can we get a move on, keekee. We're burning daylight." Sock rushes.

"Now hold your Horsea. Ey, Yampie, fancy a battle? A little warm up before we shove off?" Scor challenges.

"Nuh-uh. Battle later." Sock objects.

"Grookey's right. We should get a move on. I'm supposed to be meeting Nestlé in Hulbury and we'll have to catch the train to get there. C'mon. We're heading off to Wedgehurst Station. Yampie, you stay here with Gran. Keep an eye on her for me, Yea?" Ms. Sunny instructs.

"Hold on, keekee! If we're going anywhere with you, you should at least call us by our names. I may be a Grookey, but this Grookey's got a name. It's Sock. Don't forget it. Got it?"

"Well don't you've got some attitude on ya. Huh?" Ms. Sunny replies.

"It's on account that Sock likes to 'sock' things, ya know? Give 'em a good whacking, yea?" Scor explains.

Sock demonstrates by whacking the ground in excitement, causing some flowers and grass to grow on the spot.

Scor continues, "And you can call me Scor, ya know, like scoring points, or, come to think, like scorch, ya know, like scorching up the track. I mean, I am quite fast."

"Keekee yea, yea, I think she gets it." Sock interjects.

"Oh, and this one 'ere we call Sob, ya know, cuz of all the cryin 'n all." Scor mentions.

"Yea, but don't get 'em started again unless you want all of us to start bawling again." Sock warns.

"Hey, it's not my fault my tears have the p-p-pooting, no, that's not it." Sob explains.

"You mean 'potency'?" Ms. Sunny aids.

"Thank you. 'Potency'. The potency of onions or whatever."

"Hold up, did you say 'pooting'? Keekeekee hahahahaha" Sock jokes.

"I suppose ya did. Funny word that. 'Poot'." says Scor. The trio starts to chuckle immaturely.

"Hey, hey, guys, guys, we gotta get a move on or we'll miss our train. I got it, I got it, Rock, Roar, and Rob, let's go!"

The trio give Ms. Sunny a confused disapproving look.

"Just kidding! Sock, Scor, and Sob, can we PLEASE get a move on?"

The trio chuckle and jump up to shout in unison "LET'S GO!"

Suddenly two kids, one in a full Eevee costume, the other in a full Pikachu costume, appear and ask in unison "DID SOMEONE SAY--"

"NO!" they shout at the duo in response, and then Sob scurries up Ms. Sunny to perch on her shoulder and the group race away with Ms. Sunny leading towards Wedgehurst Station, leaving the duo in their dust.

"I just wanted to see if someone was interested in taking this extra Pikachu off my hands." says the Pikachu cosplayer, then they look over to the person in the Eevee outfit. "Would you like to trade?"

The Eevee cosplayer cuts them a sharp look. "Do you have the save file?"

The Pikachu cosplayer hesitates to answer.

"Good day to you." replies the Eevee cosplayer.

"But I-"

"I said 'Good day'." the Eevee cosplayer snubs and departs.

"All aboard!" the train conductor shouts. Here at Wedgehurst Station Ms. Sunny, Sob, Sock, and Scor all arrive just in time to board.

"Wait, wait!" begs a railroad worker. "You can't leave just yet! There's a heard of Wooloo on the tracks!"

"Oh no, not again. Sorry folks, there's been a delay. We're sorry for the inconvenience this may cause your travel needs at this time." the conductor apologizes.

"Oh nooooo, we're definitely going to be late now!" moans Ms. Sunny.

"Ey now, leave it to us. Team?" Scor nods to Sob and Sock, who nod back in agreement.

"What are you...?" Ms. Sunny suspects. Sob hops down off of Ms. Sunny's shoulder and in a flash of neon light, the trio bolts away, with a flash of neon orange returning.

"It's sorta our thing." Scor hints and bolts away again.

Scor shortly joins a waiting Sob and Sock miles down the track and the three survey the situation. Indeed, there are a herd of Wooloo loitering on the train tracks at the peak of a hill. The team assesses the situation quickly and individually state their plan aloud to the others.

"I'll heard all the Wooloo together." Sock begins.

"I'll lead them off the tracks and down the hill." Sob follows.

"And I'll get the lot safely contained." Scor ends. The trio looks at one another and nod in agreement. "Power Pokes, GO!"

"Wait, keekeekee, what was that?" Sock halts.

"It was our catchphrase. Ya know, before we get in the mix of it." Scor explains.

"Uh, no." Sob disagrees.

"Work in progress, then?" Scor contents.

"How bout, 'Power Pocks, Let's Rock!'" Sock rallies and dashes away.

"Hehehe, it rhymes." Sob agrees and dashes off as well.

"Yeah, well...yeah. Alright then." Scor mulls over disappointedly and dashes off too. Sock goes up a nearby tree and grabs their twig and start banging a rhythm.

"Hey, ya silly Wooloo, hey! Over here!" Sock announces to gain the Wooloo's attention, however only a few look over in Sock's direction, the majority unfazed by Sock's rhythmic banging.

"O-ok. Maybe ya can't hear me keekeekee with all that wool around your ears. I'll just have to...crank it up a notch." Sock says with a sly and pleasing grin.

🎶Wooloo, do you, know you're blocking the waaay. Could you, would you, move your wooly-loo, you can't staaaay🎶

Sock sings to their beat. A few more Wooloo take notice, but not enough. Meanwhile, Sob studies the slope of the hill and the position of where the Wooloo may gather by Sock and gets a fine idea.

"Agent double-oh seven in position. Operation 'Wooloo Water Slide' is a go." Sob speaks quietly to themself, and then proceeds to use a powerful water gun attack to dig a trench into the earth along the curvature of the hill, creating a wet slide-like trench leading towards the area where Scor is positioned. Scor peers off into the countryside while at the base of the hill, scoping the area for a safe and secure place to send the Wooloo.

"Ah, there we are. I believe the Professor called that town over there 'Postwick'. Looks like a good enough spot t'me. Just gotta aim it just right to get 'em in that fenced off field." Scor plans, then kicks up a small rock and begins dribbling it on its knees, like a soccer player, igniting the rock as it does, and then using an ember attack to launch the rock towards the targeted area to mark a targeted spot in the far off field, doing so successfully.

"Aha! That'll do!" Scor says with accomplishment, and then waves over to Sob to signal they're ready and in position. Sob adds some finishing touches to their makeshift trench and signals back to Scor that their message was received, and then signals to Sock that they too are ready for the next phase of their plan. Sock takes notice that their teammates are ready and waiting and gets frustrated that their part of the plan is falling behind schedule.

"That's it. Cranking it to eleven! Keekeekee aaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAA" Sock begins to wail like the lead singer of a rock band, using a screech attack that not only gets all the Wooloo's attention but also harshly lowers their defenses, causing them to huddle closer together. "Finally." Sock says relieved, then inhales deeply and uses a boom burst attack to shock the cluster of Wooloo to the funnel-shaped opening of the trench Sob created, causing the Wooloo to filter through it in a single file line down the trench, where Sob waits for the first Wooloo to reach near the end of the trench and uses a water gun attack to pop the Wooloo into the air, then Scor takes aim at the airborne Wooloo and uses a double kick attack to launch the Wooloo to the targeted area safe, sound, and securely with perfect precision until every single Wooloo is relocated.

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"Job well done! Let's get back to Miss Sunny!" Scor shouts to their teammates.

"Hold on! Hold on! Before you go, for completing the job, take some experience candy!" shouts an approaching Rotomi.

"CANDY!!!" screams Sob, who shoots out its long tongue to pull all the experience candy into its mouth, stuffing it full.

"But we didn't register a j-" Sock begins to question but gets interrupted.

"Sob! I didn't know you have the stuff cheeks ability, heh heh." Scor interrupts.

Before Sock could investigate further, Rotomi waves goodbye and whisks away into the sky.

"Sorry." Sob apologizes and gulps the candy down. "Mmm candy."

"C'mon, Miss Sunny's waiting." Scor reminds the others, and they lead back to the train station with the others following close behind.

"All keekeekee clear." confirms Sock once the trio returns to Miss Sunny's side.

"All aboooooard! Hehehe." Sob announces gleefully.

"All good then." Scor smiles as they guide Miss Sunny towards the boarding train car.

"Remarkable." Miss Sunny sighs astonished. Suddenly, a call comes in on Miss Sunny's rotom phone. Miss Sunny answers. "Hello?...AH! NESTLÉ! Yeah, Wooloo on the tracks again...sorry for being late. I know you're very busy."

"Late!?" Sob interjects.

"C'mon mates, we have a train to pitch." Scor plans.

"Wait, wut? What does that even mean?" Sock questions.

"Y'know, like we're not going to catch it, we're going to-nevermind, follow me!" Scor leads, and off they bolt to the caboose of the train and get in position to push it.

"On three." Scor coordinates.

"THREE!" the trio shouts in unison and pushes the train in a trail of neon orange, green, and blue light, making the sight of it look like a rainbow comet on train tracks.

The train stopped in an instant at the Hulbury train station within seconds. The passenger car's doors slide open to reveal faces of shock and awe on passengers. Miss Sunny pokes her head out the doorway and turns her head towards the back of the train.

"Uh, guys?" she asks softly to the trio.

"Yeah?" They respond in unison.

"Maybe give a heads up next time before racing a train. Give the people inside a chance to brace themselves, yeah?" she advised.

"Sawwee" the trio apologizes in unison.

Miss Sunny suddenly realizes Nestlé is still on the phone.

"Um, hello? Nestlé? Pay no mind to what I was saying before. Meet me at the restaurant. We'll be there in a minute." Miss Sunny hangs up before there was a reply. "You three. Let's go!" Miss Sunny commands and the trio's eyes sparkle with excitement before bolting onto her person with Sob on top of her head, Scor clinched to her waist, and Sock latched onto her arm opposite Scor. Miss Sunny happily sighs and makes their way to The Captain's Table in hopes of meeting up with Nestlé. Upon arriving to their destination, they find a small crowd of people huddled outside the restaurant, some peering into its windows, others surrounding a man with a dark pink-tipped mohawk, wearing an x-shaped marking over his eyes and bridge of his nose, a sleeveless jean jacket with a black T-shirt with a logo of a dark pink letter Y, long black leather pants, and black punk-rocker-style boots, holding a double-horned vuvuzela that looks like the letter Y. The man blows into the horn, causing a very loud and annoying sound that gets the attention of everyone in the vicinity.

"Oy! Hear ye, hear ye! This is an outrage! The Captain's Table has been closed for far too long, yeah?! If theys need ingredients I say let's get 'em some, yeah?!" declares the man.

"Yeah!" the crowd agrees.

"What're we waitin' for then? Let's get fishin'! Let's get foragin'! Let's get fetchin'! Let's get goin'!" the man cheers.

"Yeah!" the crowd supports, and then they scatter in all directions in search of ingredients.

"What's goin' on round here, yeah?" Scor asks curiously.

"I don't know," replies Miss Sunny "but whatever it is can't be good...we still have to meet up with Nestlé."

"Miss Sunny? Does this 'Nestlé' have blue eyes and dark hair with blue streaks in it and is on the cover of many many magazines?" Sob asks.

"Yeah. Do you see her?" Miss Sunny retorts.

"No, but I remember seeing someone like her on the telly. She was really pretty and her clothes were really weird, but really pretty, and she was always around water, and it looked really pretty." Sob reminisced.

"Well, that was Nestlé, and that's because she's quite a celebrity around here, being a supermodel and a gym leader." Miss Sunny explained.

"Gym leader!" Scor perks up. "A for real gym leader?!"

"Yes Scor. A for real gym leader. She specializes in --"

"Water types and battles trainers from all over, sinking their hopes of victory like a battered ship lost at sea, drowning their dreams in an overwhelming ocean, but enough about me," a voice interrupts Miss Sunny.

"NESTLÉ! How's my bestie?" Miss Sunny asks with delight.

"Hey, 'Miss Sunny' is it?" Nestlé questions teasingly.

"Don't ask. Hey, I hope you don't mind I brought some company along. I'm helping dear Gran out." says Miss Sunny.

"No, not at all. The more the merrier." Nestlé replies.

"Oy! The name's Scor, and I challenge you to a gym battle! Look in me eyes luv. Once we lock eyes, you can't ignore my challenge!"

"That only works with trainers, genius. And you don't have a trainer." Sock mocks.

A loud gurgling sound interrupts the conversation.

"Hey guys, can we talk about this later? I'm starving!" Sob admits.

Nestlé and Miss Sunny chuckle, and then Nestlé remembers.

"Wait! About that. The Captain's Table is closed. The chef has been prattling on about a rambunctious bunch of Pokémon constantly taking their ingredients. I was going to tell you over the phone." Nestlé explains.

"Let me at 'em!" demands Sock.

"I love your spirit, but as the gym leader of Hulbury, it's my responsibility, my duty-"

"Now hold on luv. Allow this to be a test. A gym challenge, if you will. We catch these culprits, and you and I have a battle, but if we fail, then they're all yours, and I'll forfeit my challenge. Whaddya say? Deal?" Scor interrupts Nestlé.

"But you don't have a train-" Sock pipes in.

"Deal." Nestlé interrupts Sock.

Sob and Sock gasp in shock.

"I'll make an exception, IF you can capture those responsible for the thefts of the Captain's Table's ingredients. Complete the challenge and I will grant you a gym league battle. You have my word as the gym leader of Hulbury."

Scor's eyes sparkle at the opportunity.

"Whaddya say mates? I can't do it alone. I need my team." Scor begs to their teammates.

"Count me in! An opportunity to meet more Pokémon? I can't wait!" Sob responds with glee.

"This is stupid keekeekee." Sock answers.

"C'mon Sock. Think of the adventure you'd have, plus, we may get another band mate, yeah?" Scor pleads.

"Yeah, and think of the story you could tell, about Grookey and the Torrecats thwarting the plot of the Pirates of the Captain's Table!" Sob adds.

"Yeah, fine, okeekeekee...for adventure."

Socks agrees.

"That's the spirit!" Scor winks.

"It's still stupid, but Power Pocks, Let's Rock!" Sock rallies. Loud gurgling sounds. "After we get some grub keekeekee."

Later that evening...

"Sorry, I know you guys came to have a full meal. The Captain's Table isn't the only food source that's been affected lately." Nestlé apologizes.

"Ok, I rang Gran and filled her in. She said supper will be awaiting us. We'll have to take a cabbie home." Miss Sunny informs the group of Sock, Scor, Sob, and Nestlé, all huddled together incognito behind a bush nearby the Captain's Table restaurant.

"THIS IS BOOOIRING!"

"SHHHHH" Sob and Scor sush an impatient Sock.

"This is a stakeout. We have to sit tight and be vigilant. Do we need to go over the plan again?" Sob chastises Sock.

"I know I know. You're the eyes, Scor's the ears, and I'm the distraction. Yea yea yea, I got it." Sock defends.

"Hey fellas, I hear something coming this a'way." Scor announces as their ears perk up at a faint sound of trumpeting and stampeding grows near and loud. "The lot must be back."

The rallied crowd returns, led by the trumpeting vuvuzuela-weilding man, with what ingredients they could gather.

"Oy! Chef! Open up! We gots ingredients, now you can get to work whipping up some grub for us hard working folks!" the leading man shouts.

"Non! Non, non, and non!" the chef shouts in reply from inside the restaurant. "It is no use. Those ruffians will just be back and take take take, so I say non!"

"But Chef-" a member of the crowd pipes in.

"I say 'Non!'" Chef screams.

"Chef, wait!" Nestlé reveals herself. "It's Nestlé, of the Hulbury gym. I'm here to help, and so are these fine people."

"Mademoiselle Nestlé!? Tres magnifique!" Chef unlocks and opens the door to see a small crowd of people with loads of fresh ingredients. The sight melts Chef's heart. "...Merci."

Chef then stands aside and gestures a welcome to everyone with a gentle bow and motion towards the entrance. The crowd responds in kind by lining up and entering one by one into the establishment to unload the ingredients. Suddenly, a loud gurgling sound fills the air. Everyone stops and stares at the trio.

"Wasn't us." Sob explains.

"Mor, mor, MOR!"

"Guys, stick to the plan. Don't pants it up." reminds Scor.

"You rather we pants it down? That sounds embarrassing. Teeheehee." Sob jokes

"We don't even wear pants! This is so stupid keekeekee." Sock complains.

"Sob, hide! Sock, distract! I hear 'em comin' that a'way!" Scor instructs. "And they sound...hangry."

"Feeling's mutual!" Sock shouts to Scor. "HEY YOU, WHATEVER YOU ARE! OVER HERE! YOU HUNGRY? I GOT A KNUCKLE SANDWICH FOR YA WITH ALL THE FIXINS!" Sock announces while tapping on the ground with it's stick.

"I think it means 'curry'. Sandwiches are Paldea's thing." whispers an onlooker to another.

Meanwhile, Sob jumps onto the restaurant's outside wall and perches just over the entrance and camouflages itself. "Agent double-oh seven in position. Operation Peer on Pirates is a go."

A wheel of electrical energy speeds through bushes nearby barreling straight through the entrance of the Captain's Table, and as it passes people by, the food instantly disappears. As it makes its way towards the exit, Sock blocks the path.

"Stoooooooaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhp!" Sock screeches into a boom burst attack, disrupting the aura wheel and blowing back Skwovet, Nickit, Morpoks, and the food they swiped into a wall.

"Oui oui, take THAT, you miscreants!" Cheered on the chef.

"Did he just say-?" Someone asks.

"No." Someone else replies.

"Too easy-kee-kee-kee." Sock says confidently.

"Who're you calling 'easy'!?" Morpoks uses Nasty Plot while responding and pulls a sitrus berry out of its pocket and tosses it whole into its mouth.

"Oy, you've done it now mate." Nickit warns.

"Calm down fella. The sooner we capture you, the sooner me and me mates can challenge the Hulbury gym." Scor responds.

"So you got a trainer, huh?! A trainer that loves you, and cleans up after you, and feeds you, and keeps a roof over your head?! I hope they do enough of all that for you, because mine doesn't do any of that enough for ME! Especially FEED ME! FEED ME! FEED ME! FEED ME!" Morpoks goes into an uproar. "HEAR ME?! FEED ME! HEAR ME?! FEED ME!"

"SO LOUD!" Scor exclaims, gripping its ears in pain.

"HEY, CUT THAT OUT KEEKEE!" Sock shouts while attempting to attack Morpoks, but Nickit pops an oran berry from its tail to its mouth and uses quick attack to intercept Sock, then quickly follows up with a tail slap to knock Sock's stick from Sock's grip.

"Why you little--"

"Ah, ah, ah. You attacked us first luv. We're just defending ourselves." Nickit uses taunt. "If you want me," Nickit turns its attention to Sob to Sob's surprise, "come n' get me."

Sob shoots a water gun at Nickit and nails Scor when Nickit dodges at the last moment.

"SUPER EFFECTIVE! SUPER EFFECTIVE! SUPER EFFECTIVE!" Morpoks continues it's uproar.

"SOWEE SOWEE SOWEE!" Cries Sob for hitting Scor.

Meanwhile Skwovet whips a sitrus berry into its mouth as Sock goes for its stick again. Skwovet unleashes a belch on Sock.

"SUPER EFFECTIVE! SUPER EFFECTIVE! SUPER EFFECTIVE!" Morpoks continues it's uproar still. Skwovet then quickly starts shooting a bullet seed attack at Sob, who dodges the attack.

"STAY STILL! STAY STILL! STAY STILL!" Morpoks continues it's uproar while Sob continues to scurry to a safe distance away from the harmful soundwaves. Morpoks gets annoyed and starts using stomping tantrum as Sock and Scor both rush at Morpoks, knocking Sob down onto Sock and Scor, then quickly follows up with an Aura Wheel into the trio, forcing them into the restaurant doors. Morpoks then transforms into hangry mode and uses Nasty Plot. Skwovet and Nickit stand alongside Morpoks as they stand in unison, like a wall, towering over and staring down their opponents. Skwovet picked up Sock's stick along the way and is now gnawing on it as it and its cohorts snicker at the downed Sob, Scor, and Sock.

"If you and your stupid puffy cheeks, and your static haired hair-brained nuisance, and your dusty-tailed doody-faced friend don't give me kee-kee-kee back my stick, I'll -"

"You'll what?! Me and my static hair don't care!" Morpoks interrupts Sock.

"Hey, it's ok. It's just a dumb stick. Here, you can have it back." Skwovet surrenders, handing the stick back to Sock, then immediately uses theif to take the stick back and knock Sock back down over to its teammates. Morpoks, Skwovet, and Nickit all start to snicker again. Meanwhile Sob starts to cry, giving Scor an idea. Scor waves over at Sock to get their attention and then nods at Sob and then winks. Sock peers quickly to Sob and then back to Scor, smirking while giving a wink back and covering its ears simultaneously with Scor.

"Aw is wittle baby gonna cry?" Morpoks mocks. Sob then goes into a full on wail, crying waterfalls out its eyes. The potency of the tears start to make Morpoks, Skwovet, and Nickit, as well as everyone else bearing witness, cry uncontrollably, except for Sock and Scor who are fighting back the tears in their eyes. Sock leaps over to Skwovet and uses knock off and regains its stick, then follows up with taunt while Scor calms down Sob with pats to the back and then gives Sob a wink. Skwovet falls for the taunt after regaining its composure and launches a bullet seed attack towards Sock, who dodges the bullet seeds to hit Nickit instead. Skwovet goes for another, aiming at Sock, but Sock dodges again, to lead the seeds to hit Morpoks this time instead. An agitated Morpoks vacuums up the fallen seeds around them and transforms again into full belly mode. Just then, Scor uses quick attack in succession on Morpoks, Skwovet, and Nickit to send them backwards, exiting the restaurant, and then rounds them up in a ring of fire created by a speed-induced fire spin. A more annoyed Morpoks uses nasty plot followed by stomping tantrum to put out the flames. Morpoks starts an uproar again.

"NO! NO! NO!" Morpoks yells. Scor dodges the attack with a quick attack to get some distance from the damaging soundwaves and Nickit uses quick attack to give chase to Scor. Meanwhile Skwovet goes for a bullet seed to Sob who defends using water gun.

"Enough! Enough! ENOUGH!" Sock starts an uproar of their own, battling the soundwaves from Morpoks. Scor and Nickit race around the area, colliding with one another with quick attacks while Sob and Skwovet have a stalemate of water gun and bullet seed attacks respectfully. Simultaneously, Nickit and Skwovet evolve and overpower their respective opponent.

"Switch!" Scor signals to Sob, and Sob shoots a sniping water gun at Thievul while Scor lands a quick attack right in the belly of Greedent. The attacks upon Thievul and Greedent catch them off guard and send them sliding upon the feet of Morpoks.

"You guys are EMBARRASSING ME! GET UP! Don't let these twits one up ya! I swear, if you two pants this up for me--"

Morpoks gets interrupted by a belch from Greedent. While clenching their nose in disgust and anguish, Thievul leaves a parting shot: "I beg your pardon, but we've evolved past such trivial things."

"WHAT!?!"

"Heh heh heh, yea, sorry Poks, we don't take orders from you no more. We've bigger bellies to fill." Greedent explains while patting its bigger tummy.

"How.....DARE. YOU! MY NAME IS PRINCESS MOREPOKS! NOT! POKS! YOU WILL RESPECT MY AUTHORITAH!"

Suddenly, a drop of rain splashes on the tip of the nose of Morpoks.

"Oogah chaka oogah oogah oogah chaka." chants Sob

"Get 'em Blue Swede!" cheers Sock.

Sob used rain dance and then uses soak on Greedent. Sock then follows with wood hammer, planting Greedent into the ground. Sob and Sock do the same to Thievul immediately after. Scor uses agility and then double edge on Greedent and then Thievul to free them from being planted, and they land in a pile in front of Morpoks.

"HA! You got your comeuppins! Thanks for serving these twits up on a platter, because I'm getting hungry..." Morpoks transforms into hangry mode and begins to use aura wheel aimed at their former allies. "And vengeance is a dish best served co-"

Morpoks gets interrupted by a boom burst attack from Sock, lifting Morpoks off the ground, who is then hit by a snipe shot from Sob, and then hit with a Pele-style double kick from Scor, launching Morpoks away high into the sky and disappearing with a twinkle like a twinkling star.

"Eat De-feet kee kee kee, SUCKAH!"

The man with the double-horned vuvuzuela exits the restaurant cautiously and approaches Thievul and Greedent, with the chef close behind.

"Yowza! You were an absolute banger! How's about yous and me carry on together, yea?" the vuvuzela-toting man asked Thievul.

"Oui oui, and if you stop being so greedy, I can have some use of you. We could use some help gathering ingredients, c'est pa, and I am the knowing you have the experience with this, non? And you can work off what you owe."

"Yea, and you can help your pally here, right guv?"

Thievul and Greedent look at each other unsurely.

"Or we can launch you into the sun, heheheh." Sob adds.

Thievul and Greedent spring into the arms of the vuvuzela-toting man and the chef respectfully and enter Pokéballs to be captured.

"And once again, the day is saved, thanks to...um what are they called again?"

"The Power Pokémon!"

"Power Poks save the day!"

"And for doing so, complimentary meals for you!"

And so, the trio, along with Miss Sunny and Nestlé, enjoy a meal together.

"Guess I'll see you guys at the gym. You guys earned it."

-The End-