Adventures of the Red Crew: Dream 1: Yammy

A lost toy? What a dilemma.

Normally, I would solve this with a wave of my hand, but …

Uh …

I can’t help?
Good luck or whatever?

This Gallade randomly approached me about maybe half an hour ago and has not left me alone ever since. Ignoring him doesn’t work. Telling him to buzz off doesn’t work. It’s like he’s a horde of Zubat coughing up demands for a missing stone. What loser worries about a small rock?

Munching my apple, the pale flesh of the juicy meal snapping into morsels within my mouth, the Gallade clasped his hands together at the base of my tree abode as I ascended upwards. I could not help feeling the wind brush my face as I looked upon this Gallade completely … banal.

Okay?

Why so formal?

“Please help me, Jirachi!”

I know this might be beastly of me to say, but just replace it. Ralts will be none the wiser.

“But it’s unique! It has a specific carving on its belly shaped like a heart! I can’t recreate that!”

Huh? Then all the more reason to replace it. It’s just junk.

“What if I tell you that it’s been in the family for generations? Would you help now?”

Not really. Even if you said you had stored in it a million Poke, I see no reason to help. Money’s trivial.

“Agh …”

Okay, maybe that was too harsh, but I can’t help it. There is really nothing in it for me. What do you expect me to do? Conjure my power to teleport all the nearest kids toys here?

That’s a felony in some places.

The Gallade goes quiet.

“Can you imagine the face of a sad child?”

Yes, I can.

“You were a child once, surely you understand the sadness of losing something so deeply important–”

OKAY, okay. Fiiiine. If you were going to resort to guilt tripping, I would have gone away ages ago.

“So you’ll help?”

Yes … What does this kid’s toy look like?

“It’s like a small wooden Yamper.”

A Yamper? Oh, those guys. I know them. They’re sweet, but their electricity goes everywhere. I feel static whenever I go near them and … Anyways, I can make one.

“Really?”

Yes, really. What, do you think I would lie to you? Go find your child. I’ll have it ready when you’re back.

As Gallade bowed his head, retreating down the hill to leave me to my slumb– work, I float down, tossing my apple behind me while chewing the remaining morsel that rested in my mouth. Using some telekinetic-do-hickory, I snap off a tree branch and begin trying to chip away at the bark with some stone.

After what felt like an eternity, I finally had a piece of wood with a heart shape on it. Ignore the pile of broken wood behind me, I didn’t have any trouble at all. It was a piece of Alcremie.

Just a little more psychic power here, and some leaves there … and ta-da!

A little wooden Yamper.

Waiting under the tree with the Yamper toy in my hands, I see a Gallade running up the hill with a Ralts.

“So, where is it?”

About time. Here, you have a Yamper now.

Taking the toy from my hands, I can see the clock gears working inside Gallade's head. I twiddle my fingers, floating away before being dragged down by extra weight. Ralts was standing behind me with its hands on my ribbons.

“You found Yammy?”

Yammy?

“Yammy! The Yamper!”

I give a tired look, but give a kind smile beneath my fatigue. Kids can be so adorable when they want to be.

“Hey, Jirachi. What is this?”

A Yamper.

“Isn’t it supposed to be larger?”

You never brought the size into the equation! What am I? Psychic? Actually, wait, ignore that. Do you want ‘Yammy’ or not?

“I’ll take the carving …”

Good. Now I’m eating my apples. Have a nice day.