So They Went To A Beach...

<RaccoonaMatata>  Whyyyyy did he let his freaking pet convince him to go to the pier? He doesn't really like the heat of the sun beating down on him but her fucking huge ass eyes were so cute he couldn't say no. He held Nuisance close to him, making sure she was safe and comfortable. "Ehhhhh....I wish Amelia was here, and Sol." he sighed, "Nuisance, I did set up my traps right?" she would just look up and smile sweetly. "Hm..." he hoped that he did. || "O-Oh man... erm..." Chester shuffled his way down the sandy beach. Though he did love the feeling of sand between his paws he hated being around SO many people....being judged, being hated....all for his species. They hated him! HE COULD FEEL IT, DAMN IT!!! He twitched before looking back down to the ground until he found a nice place to settle, a quiet spot under an umbrella.... "HEY! WATCH IT PERV!" A tail slapped him straight in the face, the wonderful spot was taken!! "O-Oh I'm really sorry!!" he managed to cough out, spatting fur when walking away. The heat felt nice against his fur but that didn't help his stench problem....He decided to crawl into the ocean and try to hide under waves, but would have to come up for air eventually.

<Gafagear> From beneath the pier , hanging from hooks and planks, was a familiar monkey, known for his cooks and pranks. It was Ambrose again, up to no good? not this time , he was dippin for Food!, He hanged from his tails, beneath the dock, scooping up fishes between the reef rocks. His Hooks made it easy to skewer his prey, but this was just that start of his day. After shoving some raw trout into his maw, he gulped it down, climbed around and guess who he saw?! It was Randall, his boy!(at least so he thought) He grinned quite widely though smelling of rot. He lept onto a post, as he extended a 'hey'. " Ahoy There me Boy, How're you this fine day!?"

<Turtletastic> What a fine day at the beach it had been today! From sunrise to afternoon, Mama had spent all day soaking in the hot rays and working on what could be considered a tan. She spoke to no one, and anyone who got within a ten foot radius of her beach set up was given a very dreadful stare. But now that the afternoon had rolled around, it was time for lunch! A proper lady couldn't possibly expect to busy herself with her appearance on an empty stomach, now could she? Currently, Mama could be seen walking along the shore line in a large yellow sunhat adorned with fake Gracadia flowers. Her eyes were shaded by comically large white sunglasses, with plastic so tinted you couldn't see what Mamas eyes looked like. A hint though, they glared at anything that got close to her. A small lavender coin purse hung at her side. It was a blinding thing, adorned with fake crystals. In it was a small sum of money. Just enough to cover a lunch for one. There were currently 1,048,307,352 blades of grass in a mile 10 mile radius of Mama. Okay back to the point. A few shops and small restaurants dotted the surrounding area, packed full of people as the day started getting busy. Uhg, all of them were too busy! Mama couldn't possibly be expected to wait, now could she? The very idea was silly! After a couple hundred more feet, it was made very clear that she would either have to wait for food, or starve. Mama snorted with absolute disgust at the idea of having to wait in the presence of others. Hmm...wait a moment. Wait. A. Moment. Maybe she wouldn't have too...Out of the very corner of Mamas eye, she had noticed a familiar Ambipom. This psychotic creature still haunted her memory, and she swore she could still smell him on her bandana. Which was a bad thing seeing as he hadn't touched it. Still. This freak-of-nature, with his hooks for hands and ghastly and psychotic grin proooobably knew how to clear a room. The little Apiom could probably help as well. What was he to the Ambipom? A partner-in-crime perhaps? Eh, who knew. Who cared! Mama forced herself to stop thinking of the burning hatred she held for this MALES, knowing it was either sucking it up, or actually having to wait with the common folk. She decided it be better to talk to two MEN for ten minutes than wait in a crowded and stanky room for 45 minutes with MORE MEN and some woman. It was time to turn up the charm.

“Oh, excuse me my good sir.” Mama cooed at the Ambipom as she approached the duo with a slight swagger in her step. 'JUST ASK HIM TO CAUSE A SCENE, THEN GET AWAY!!' Was the only thought that ran through Mamas mind. Just act flirty, act cute, act nice, then RUN. If the Apiom worked for the Ambipom, then she only had to talk to the Ambipom. Then the Apiom would be a packaged extra. Trick one, get one free! Perfect! Mama removed her sunglasses from her face, flicked them closed, then stuffed them back in her bag, all the while trying not to grab her bag strap and twist it around her neck. She returned her eyes back to the pirate, trying to keep them soft and hide the HATE that lied behind them. Mamas hands were planted on her hips, once more to keep them from strangling herself. “I seem to be in a slight predicament. It's so embarrassing really. When I saw you across the way, I just knew only you and you're-” She gave Randell a quick glance, keeping it kind. Ick. Ick. Ew. Ick. “-young friend could assist me with. If...I may be so bold, could I ask for just a teensy weensy favor?” She was going to hurl. So hard. Soooo very hard. Uuuuhg.

<RaccoonaMatata>  He let Nuisance go but kept an eye on her....that was until he heard the ratchet sound of his maybe so-maybe no Grandpa. "Oh....hiiii Ambrose.." he faked a smile and strolled over to him, carefully shaking a hook of his. "Just out with my pet, she's swimming." he coughed and gagged, taking a step back. "E-Erm what have YOU been doing, old man??" he looked Ambrose up and down and couldn't help but break out a smile. "You're a pretty cookie one, aren't cha?" he asked his relatable species >w> <w<. Oh wow, maybe he was actually warming up to Am-- “Oh, excuse me my good sir.” He turned his attention to her, his pupils shrinking. "Uhh..." he stepped back, this was deeeefinitely Ambrose's territory, YEP!! He gave a nervous smile, trying not to look uncomfortable from the flirty gestures she was--OH GOD SHE WANTED SEX. WHOA. HEY. OKAY. NO. He hadn't even had sex with his OWN girlfriend let alone some chocolate truffle topped on a banana scoop!! He chuckled nervously. "What...kind of favor?" he asked, hoping it had nothing to do with sexual shit, oh no. || "GAAAAAAASSSPPP!!!" he rose up to the surface gasping for air, looking around the vast ocean just before he was hit by something!! AHA HE KNEW IT, EVERYTHING DESPISED HIS PRESENCE, ABORT!! He began to hyperventilate as he tugged and pulled until he FINALLY pried this disaster off of his-- "Laiiiii!!!" she squeaked while trying to reach for his big nose. Oh...this thing was quite adorable! Thats how they lure you in though, isn't it? He gulped, "Uhm....hi?" he gave a toothy, but nastily crooked grin.

<Gafagear> The Apeman grinned as Randall offered a shake, he replied with his own, save for his sharp rakes. with a pat on his head, and his belly all fed, Ambrose was ready to look for a bed. Though from out of the blue, bloomed a lovely shrew. The Drowzee from before, lady luck be true~! Though she was off, something not right, a shift in her hips and lust in her sights. Ambrose got chills, the good ones i mean, His msky good looks , she must have finally seen. " Well ahoy there ol lass' , oi'v been thinkin a' you. Fom that look in yer, eyes I see you been thinkin too~" The Apeman felt smooth and classy to boot, but she needed a favor? " Well go on then, shoot!"

<Turtletastic> Oh yes, she had been thinking. Mama had been thinking of which way ending this torturous experience would be the fastest. Perhaps she could launch herself into the water and be eaten by Sharpedos. She could strangle herself with her purse strap, but that might take too long. Did she remember to bring something sharp and/or pointy in her bag? And the very fact that the Ambipom had just admitted to think about her made her pray to whatever god was out there that they would smite her where she stood. Bah, while these thoughts were certainly nicer than her current predicament, Mama sucked in a sharp breath through her nose to clear her mind. She instantly regretted it though as the awful smell of this disgusting monkey assaulted her senses. Oh god were her eyes watering? She was going to go blind from his smell. Maybe she shouldn't have taken her sunglasses off! Mama regained herself as best as she could, although she spoke through gritted teeth sometimes. At least she managed to keep on smiling, keeping it as natural and sweet as possible, even with the thought of genocide in her head.

“Well, here's the sad, sad, story.” Mama started, now focusing her attention from trying not to gag and/or kill herself to fabricating a woeful tale of hardship. Now this was something she was good at! And it was something Mama enjoyed doing. In fact, she fabricated stories so often that they always sounded natural and air tight. Perfection came with practice it seemed. “As a proper lady, I want to maintain my physical appearance. To do that, I came to this lovely little beach in hopes on gaining a natural sun sprinkled glow. But after all of that work, I have become peckish. But there's a problem! An awful, awful problem!” At this, she put a hand to her forehead, and sucked in a raggedy breath. As if she was about to faint or have a mental breakdown. She pointed to a small joint about 100 feet away. Mama had been there before when it was less busy, and they made amazing seafood. But like the fate of every other business on this beach, it too was packed full of people. “That little restaurant there is the only place on this entire beach that serves the food I need to look my best. And...and they won't let me in!” Let the stretched truths begin. Mamas voice had taken a stressed tone to help convey the tone. “Why, I tried to get in. But every time I try to enter, the staff just looks at me and says. 'I'm sorry, but we won't serve you!'” Really what they said is that they can't serve her, but...well, same thing, right? Mamas quivering lip was pretty convincing. “I don't know why those people are so cruel to me! Now, I come here to ask of a small favor that I'm sure someone like yourself will have no problem accomplishing.” She clasped her hands together, put them to her cheek, and in the cheeriest tone she could muster up, said: “Could you go to that restaurant and clear it out for me. I'm sure if I was the only one there they would have no choice but to serve me!” Not forgetting the little Aipom, she turned to him, showing off a warm smile. “Of course your little friend can help if he wants! In fact, if you both could help me...I just...I would be ever so grateful.” Last but not least, she pretended to choke up with sadness. Mama fanned herself with her hand, and took rapid breathes. “I...I'm sorry. I'm just so flustered. I don't know why anyone would be so cruel...” A quick sniffle of sadness and a tear (Which had been an accident! The stench of Ambrose had finally gotten to her and she couldn't hold it back anymore. Lucky for her it seemed!) and her scene had come to a close. It just had to work. It haaaad to.

<RaccoonaMatata>  Oh okay so she DIDN'T want the D...well maybe not his, (thank Arceus) but..."HRM!!" he slapped a paw to his mouth and gagged. HOOOORRIBLE thoughts of his whatever-thing-purple pirate guy and this bonbon doing...the....THE NASTY!  He eyed the short but chunky 'mon as her fake as story filled their ears. He leaned against his tail, hearing each and eeevery stupidly fake detail this hungry little munchkin could pop up. Though as sucky as this sounds, he kinda bought it. His personality softened a bit since he had met his girlfriend, so it was easier for him to feel compassion and "HRRMM!" he gagged again, her flirtatious attitude towards Ambrose...oh lordy, lord... "C-C'mon Nuisance, lets--" he turned his head to see her SOCIALIZING WITH SOME CREEP?! NUISANCE MY BABY NOO QAQ. He whistled, calling her over to which she zipped right to his side. "Stop touching my pet!" he growled, "You didn't hurt her did you?!" he glared daggers. ||  He actually felt relaxed! Petting and splashing around with this teeny-tiny creature was actually really fun...and he hadn't even DIED YET!! Oh this was probably his best day e--EEK!! ABORT!! He heard someone screaming at him and less than a minute later Nuisance was gone! She was near some t-t-TERRIFYING (Okay to him) group of pokemon!! Gassy bubbles rose up to the surface which caused the ocean's waters to change into a more....colorful texture. "I-I didn't mean to talk to your pet, I promise, she came to me!" he choked against his own gassy flames and gagged against the water, HE WAS LOSING HIS MIND, HE KNEW IT! IT WAS A DIVERSION! "A-ACK HELP!!" his head dunked underwater a few times before all of the annoying flailing was over and there was silence. "GAAAAAAAAAAAAASP!" he was now on the shore, coughing up sludge and sea creatures. "O-Oh man..." he looked over to the pier and swallowed any and all his dignity (Did he even have any?) He soon found his way over to the others, flicking a wave to Ambrose and Mama. "L-Look I'm really sorry" he gulped, he was soaked to the BONE. Looking like a wet mop, I tell you! He brushed his fingers against his bangs to move it from his view. "I-If it's not to much trouble, m-maybe we could become friends? I-I...I mean she makes me feel calm..." he held his neck, beginning to take deep breaths that formed into fast pants. "U-UNLESS I'M T-TOO GROSS!!" his eyes bulged. ||  Randall slapped his stupid ayss, shaking his head with disappointment. "Dude. Calm down, it's fine. We could hang out. My Queen is a Skuntank..." of course he was talking about the one and only Sade~ "I could use you for future--pranks!! That's IT!" he grabbed Ambrose and Chester by the shoulders and pulled them close. "We could stash your horrible smells into jars and toss them at the people waiting in line and--PHEW!!" he pushed them both away. "You guys REAK..." he looked around. "We don't have jars though...hmmm.." he tapped his chin. He was a'thinkin.

<Gafagear> What, denying her food, what an awful crime! If Ambrose was ever peeved, it would be at this time! He took a step forth with a Hook at his chin, he was plotting a plot that would make a crowd,thin. Though for this he must look away, for the sight o'this Drowzee had made his mind sway~. When suddenly a Stunktank had appeared, his presence and timing was deserving of cheer! Randall's ideas were fine and brought a tear to his eye, but unfortunately they were all jar-shy. With a slight of his hand, and a good peice of his strength, Chester was lifted and at arm's length. Without a moment to Spare, the restaurant, he was there. his stench and the skunk's were just to much to bear! The crows=d were all gagging, the customers screamed, that restraunt and others were almost empty it seemed. It didnt take long, maybe 10 minutes or so, with his job being done, He let Chester go. He looked back to Mama, a great grin on his maw, his musky can-doness was out in the raw.

<Turtletastic> Mama was so sure that she was going to get her way, that it was almost impossible to hide a malicious grin of VICTORY. Just as it seemed the gross Ambipom was going to help her out, a sudden appearance startled all involved. Mama unconsciously grabbed her nose with both hands, trying to block out the HORRIBLE. HORRIBLE STENCH. If Ambrose had the stench of a thousand dying corpses, then this Stunktank was what the world would smell like if everyone suddenly dropped dead and rotted for a few days! How could anyone live with themselves smelling like that! Mama squinted her eyes as the stench started to blind her, and she turned away. Men had the most disgusting habits! From the way they smelled, to the way they dressed, to the way they sniffled like stupid mexicans! How unappealing and ICK! The mention of pranks from Randall had her rolling her eyes so hard that it was a miracle they didn't pop from her head and fly across the beach. Pranks? Really? And with the equivalent of stink bombs? How disgusting and childish.

Mama jumped a few inches from jump-shock fright as Ambrose suddenly latched onto Chester. Mama was almost certain that a pool of red would start to form around the Ambipoms hook to show that he had just murdered the gross Skuntank. But it seemed that that had not been the case when Ambrose strolled over to her restaurant of choice. A few ticks of the clock later, and the people started to leave in boatloads. Mama crossed her arms and looked on with interest. Almost like a train crash happening right in front of you, she just couldn't look away. Mama had to admit to herself, even if it pained her; she was impressed at Ambrose's quick and clever thinking. She would never admit though. Ever. Eeeever. And he hadn't asked for help from his little Aipom underling! Not bad. Not bad at all...

Even after Ambrose and Chester returned to the pier, Mama paid them no attention, now trying to peek inside the restaurant (And a few surrounding shops to boot. Score!) and see if they were truly empty. A few people had stuck around and survived the stink bombs, but currently they were gagging and green faced. Mama snickered and smiled to herself. But now there was another small problem. The places stunk now! She couldn't eat her food if it smelled like rotting death around her! Mama massaged the space between her eyes. Great. She would have to wait a bit before she could eat. And by THEN people would probably start returning to the restaurant. Uuuurg she would just have to time it right. Still...Ambrose had cleared out the joint in a timely manner...if not in a stupid way, but eh.

“And only in ten minutes time? My, my, I must say I'm slightly impressed.” Mama replied, giving Ambrose a look out of the corner of her eye. She was still facing the shops and restaurant with a bored posture. Arms crossed and head lolled to the side in laziness. Mama sighed roughly. “But the place probably wreaks of death now, so...I suppose I'm going to have to wait another 10 minutes before I eat. How boring.” Finally turning toward the trio, she didn't once change her bored expression or postured. If anything, it might look like she was sneering at them all. As if they owed her and not the other way around. She gave each member of the group a look that was less than nice, as if she could command total respect from just a simple glare.

<RaccoonaMatata>  Oh swell! They'll become friends, he'll get to play with Nuisance and he won't have to worry about being hated for once in his life! Oh man, this is going to be-- it all went down in less than 10 minutes, bro. He was LIFTED without his endorsement. "PL-PLEASE I'LL GIVE YOU ALL MY MONEY!! MY FUR, MY HOUSE!! Please don't kill me!!!" he was carried along the way, beginning to cry his ass off like a little ninny. He wailed and flailed until he was finally dropped back off with the others. "A-Am I okay..?" he muttered more to himself than those around him. He dragged his paws off his head and looked at the other pokemon. Ohhh man did he feel embarrassed. ||  What was that crazy Ambipom doing?! Was he....WAS HE..?? "BAAAAAHAHAHHAHA!!" he held his stomach laughing so hard that he took a few steps before falling to the ground feeling like he'd run out of air and actually DIE from laughter, can you believe it?? Just the whole scene was amazing, Ambrose standing all nonchalant with the crowd going wild from their unruly body odor...oh man this guy was RADICAL!!! When the two came back Randall helped Chester up and dusted him off, trying to refrain from anymore unneeded cackling. "Y-You're fine, buddy...pftftft!!" he turned to the pirate, "Nice going, old man..!!" he covered his mouth almost unsuccessfully covering anymore outbursts. Though Randall did manage to give him a thumbs up. "That was so--wait what's with the face, lady?" he glared back. "Waiting ten minutes isn't so bad..." he shrugged. ||  The poor Skuntank hid behind Randall, holding his tail close to him. He was breathing hard. "D-Don't talk to her like that man, I can just feel the scary vibes coming off of that chick!!" he shuddered. "Just do as she says and we won't die!!"

<Gafagear> As fun as it was to cause panic and turmoil, it was time to be musky, and reap dem spoils~ paying no mind to the glare he was given ,by Mama's side is where he had striven. But he was not idle, ohoh oh no, Ambrose had circled Mama 'cus dat Ass tho. but he did not linger, his welcome overstayed, His job has been done and it was time to get paid. " So while we wait for this odor to clear, is there some kinda reward, for helping our dearest dear?~ Ambrose had grinned with a hook to his chin, he took a step back, with a casual spin.

<Turtletastic>  That Aipom dare talk to a superior like that?! The absolute nerve! At least the Stunktank had the right idea. Mama loomed over the duo, looking down on them with contempt. “The Stunktank here has a better frame of mind then you do, m'dear.” Mama sneered, jabbing a finger in Randals direction. “Whatever I happen to say will always be the most intelligent thing you'll hear. I wouldn't lie about that.” She gave Randall and Chester one last look, and it would've been a much longer look if Ambrose hadn't started circling her. Eyeballing her like she was a damn meal. She tensed up, and every positive or soft feature on her face melted away to absolute loathing. She was finally showing her true colors.

When Ambrose asked his little question relating to a reward, Mama could've slapped him. Just the way he looked at her like he was better than her made Mama boil. Mama had come to him for help, when she could've easily approached any other person to request help. Ambrose should've felt honored to help her, and that should be reward enough! Selfish bastard! Through a great deal of will power, she managed to crack a smile. It was twisted and painfully forced. She would've been better off frowning.

“I'm terribly sorry, but I don't have any reward. I was hoping you would do me this favor out of the kindness of your heart.” Mama replied through gritted teeth. Her jaw was locked so hard it was a miracle she hadn't chipped a tooth yet. She could've at least thanked them. But, hmm, nah, why should she.

<RaccoonaMatata>  "And the Skuntank has a better frame than yours, m'dear" he sneered, mocking her tone of voice just to spite her. WHOA RANDALL. I UNDERSTAND YOU'RE ANGRY, AND YOUR NATURE IS MADE FOR YOU TO CAUSE MISCHIEF BUT HOLY MOLEY! He was so angry he could've been breathing out smoke!! ||Chester straightened up and covered Randall's mouth, shushing him and held Randall back. "S-Shush already, please!! She's short but all that f-fat could be a cover up for something blood draining!!" he smiled eeever so kindly at the dear Drowzy, "Forgive my friend, hes--" ||  "HE'S perfectly fine with talking for himself thank you." he shoved Chester off, which made Chester squeak in discomfort. He regretfully watched Ambrose eye Mama like a hungry mutt, he didn't understand why he found Mama so appealing, she was such a BITCH.

<Gafagear> Ambrose would seem quite dim wouldnt he, but perhaps this was as far as he would let most see~ As he circled around he stopped again once behind, A hook landed on her shoulder, its silver texture shined. Ambrose tipped forward, their face almost cheek by cheek, beyond being creepy, he really quite reeked. " Now then, im no stranger to fraud, But i see you for more than a bloodthirsty broad.While that kick in your hips do pack quite the punch, i could see right through ya, just call it a hunch" All this was whispered, only the two could hear, But just then he leaped, back away from her rear. He tipped his hat and he gave her a bow. " How bout a peck on the noggin then, Is that so much now?" He glared up at her, with a whimsical smirk, He probably knew all along, what a jerk! Though it wasn't a bad chase, he did have much fun, and he did have a weakness for girls who weighed tons.

<Turtletastic> Between Randalls smart mouthed comment and Ambrose's request and the fact he had touched her, Mama felt like she could explode at any moment. First off, Randalls mouth was going to get him in trouble one of these days. If nothing else he would lose his speaking privileges when she decided to rip his vocal chords out himself. Chester could at least see sense. Although she couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as he whispered something to Randal. She was about to inquire about what he said, but then...Ambrose's claw touched her shoulder eeeeugh. How dare he touch a lady he did not know! How disgusting and crude could you get! But she would rather he suddenly hugged her then have him ask his request once more. A peck? A PECK?! She would rather rip her lips off and hand them over to Ambrose than have her lips still be attached to her face and kiss him. If there was a Lucario near by, he or she might notice a veeery black aura on the horizon emitting off of Mamas person.

...You know what. No. No. It was okay. If Ambrose wanted a peck on the cheek, he would get a peck on the cheek. Mama winked at Ambrose, and debated the effects of bleach and steel wool on an eyeball. “Just give me a sec dearie.” Regaining her former air of grace, she gave Chester a soft look. In contrast to her former expression of absolute hatred, the sudden shift might be startling. She strolled up to the poor Stunktank, her hands on her hips and a bounce in her stride. She managed to scrunch her nose up enough to still look natural, but to cover the stench of Chesters ICK. “Little dearie, I'm glad you helped me out before with your natural stink. But...I think I might need your help once more!” As she spoke, her eyes had started taking on a hot pink glow. Her iris' and pupils were still visible, but now glowing that before mentioned hot pink. Little white swirls floated above her pupil. Ah, wasn't Hypnosis such a useful move! If it could've been used on more than one pokemon at a time, she would've just ordered the restaurant to be cleared out through hypnotic suggestion. Alas, it couldn't. So she didn't. Mama nodded her head toward Ambrose, not taking her eyes off of Chester. “Why don't you go over there and give him a big ol' kiss on the noggin for me. Keep it PG-13 though, I don't need any lawsuits on my hands, hmm.” And now she wait and see what happened. So long as she kept her eyes a'glowing, the suggestion should stay in place. Of course, Mama wasn't perfect with her moves yet. Anything could happen at this point! As an after though, Mama quickly piped up. “And while you're at it...pants your Aipom friend here. For giggles.” And reveeeeeeeenge

<RaccoonaMatata>  He watched the chubbybubby waddle up to him. With each step he would flinch worse and worse. Oh how mean could you BE to pick on such a scaredy skunk? His everything basically trembled as her eyes glowed with an hypnotic look in her eyes. "O-Ohh boy that sure is preettty....." he snickered while his head lulled from side to side. "I will kiss that guy on the noggin for youuuu..." he nodded but just as he was about to do so he was told to pants Randall! He spun a heel to Randall, paws on his pants and--THWACK!! ||  Randall slapped him on the face using his trusty tail, and he glared at the devious woman. "You WENCH!! You think this is funny?! Well it's kinda funny..." he admitted, holding back the weakling but HE WOULDN'T QUIT!!! Finally, the Stunktank got a hold of his shorts, tugging them down until they were at his ankles. People stopped and stared at his greenie-beanie boxers. Blushing furiously he shoved the skunk away, and pulled up his shorts after. "GO AWAY!!" Randall shoved him towards Ambrose, he held out his arms towards the pirate, lips all puckered. The poor Stunktank didn't want ANY OF THIS QAQ.

<Gafagear> without a thought in space, the curve of Ambrose's Hook was soon in Chest's face. The metal curve surely had boppe down his nose, but sadly this was what his weakness chose. Ambrose tipped his hat again on his head, Standing gallant in all of his red.He deserved his price, and will get whats his, He pulled his wrist from Chest's face, ..and then he did THIS. The Apeman lunged forth , with some grace in his leap, darting towards the Drowzee with a prize he will reap. And as quick as a flock, his lips crashed with hers, before he leapt over the dock. feigning his flee, disappearing into the sea. At least that what it definitely seemed. Though in all truth he hung under the pier, waiting to resurface when the coast was clear.

<Turtletastic> Even if Chester hadn't been able to pants Randall, the sight of the Aipom freaking out was perfect enough. She grinned a devilish little smile as she watched the scene unfold. Mama didn't dignify Randalls question with an answer. When her second suggestion finally took hold and Randalls pants were around his ankles, Mama burst into malicious laughter. It ooooozed gloating. See, this is what happened when you thought you were better than her! You ended up embarrassed and sometimes with your pants around your ankles! Now that that was taken care of, it was time for the main suggestion to take hold. Just the way Chester hobbled at Ambrose sent Mama into another giggle fit. That laughing fit ended with a shout of surprise as Chester was basically punched. Well...ouch. That didn't look good. Well, not every suggestion would go perfectly. Especially if the suggestee wasn't trying hard enough. Dead wei-BBZYXZTUSFO ERROR ERROR. Mamas mind had blanked out. One second she was cringing at Chester, and the next AMBROSE. KISSED. HER. When Ambrose seemed to disappear into the water, Mama was left standing there, stuck in a shocked expression with her arms slightly raised in defense, and her mouth hung open in total horror. She was frozen on the spot. In a million years, archeologists would discover the mysterious living Drowzee statue, still frozen in her horrified pose. Oh Arceus, her Mouth tasted like he smelled oh arceus OH HOLY DFJSOHGFS. The facial tone and posture eeeeever so slowly started to morph. Turning from horrified to burning rage. It was actually pretty comical. Her eyes exploded a bright pink as she picked up a garbage can with her telekinesis, and launched it into the water in her rage. Or it would've hit the water if it had exploded in a little pink 'boom' just inches before. “HOW DARE HE DO SOMETHING SO REPULSIVE. THE CUR. I'LL SHOVE ALL THOSE HOOKS DOWN HIS THROAT IF I SEE HIM AGAIN.” She continued to scream threats. A few things Mama bellowed caused parents to cover their children's ears and turn away. How unladylike...