When Luke realized the person who called him the morning before hung up, he was livid that their call prevented him and Vanillite from ambushing Timothy and Electchu. Vanillite felt relieved when its partner stopped screaming before it saw the ice cream melt to the point that it was dripping on the floor and screamed its name.

Luke looked in the direction Vanillite was looking, and his face went pale at the sight of the liquid substance dripping onto the truck's floor. The ice cream man and his Pokemon partner panicked as they got out of the truck to find the freezing coil missing. Vanillite tried to keep it cool, but its breath was so cold that a carton of ice cream became as solid as a rock. Before long, Luke's boss found out he snuck into the garage and took the ice cream truck again, and was furious that Luke lost the coil. He told Luke to find the coil, or it was coming from his paycheck.

Come Thursday morning, Luke started his day making a sign with cardboard and Sharpies that said, "Try our new ice cream soup." He and Vanillite planned to get plastic bowls at the supermarket before starting his shift in the afternoon and charging customers the same price as a regular ice cream cone. It didn't matter if customers would have an issue with the price so long as they made enough money to get Luke's boss off his back.

Just as Luke was decorating his sign with half-baked drawings of ice cream on a bowl, there was a knock on the door. Luke and Vanillite looked at each other, wondering who would be at the door at 6:30 in the morning. Luke got out of his chair, walked over to the front door, and opened it to find no one on the other side.

"Oh great. Just what I need. A couple of rascals ringing my doorbell for no reason," Luke grumbled.

"Vanillite! Vanillite, Vanillite, Vanillite!" Vanillite said.

Luke turned to Vanillite, who was looking down in front of him, and then looked down to see a tablet lying on his front porch. He picked it up and saw a note on yellow paper taped to the tablet's screen.

If you want ice in your cream again, meet me in the junkyard in Motostoke at 3:00. Bring the tablet with you.

Luke took the note off the screen and read it multiple times, with Vanillite looking over his shoulder. He crushed the note with his teeth clenched and had half a mind to smash the tablet before he realized whoever sent the note wanted the tablet in good condition. The ice cream man's boss wouldn't be happy about driving the truck to Motostoke rather than focus on making sales, but Luke was fine with that as long as he got his coil back.

"I wonder if these are the same yahoos who screwed with me yesterday," Luke said. "If they are, they will pay dearly for stealing my coil on top of distracting me so we couldn't get revenge on Durbin and his Pikachu. Get ready to use Ice Beam to your heart's content, Vanillite. We're gonna make an example of people like Durbin who mess with me."

"Vanillite," Vanillite said, sharing its partner's lust for vengeance.

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Matori spent the rest of school on Wednesday still horrified that her tablet was gone. She reviewed what happened at the cafeteria during class, thinking how she could have lost it without realizing it. She often stared at her hand that held her tablet like she had lost a limb. It didn't help that when she went to her last classes, other students' Pokemon were attracted to the pheromones on her jacket, forcing them to put their Pokemon in their Pokeballs.

Even when she came home, her mother's Flareon chased her until she removed her jacket and realized something about it was attracting the Pokemon. She washed her jacket, calming Flareon down and making Matori comfortable, taking Meowth out of its Pokeball. Meowth was dumbfounded when Matori explained what happened and grew as worried as she was about her tablet.

On Thursday, Matori and Meowth came to Motostoke High with Matori having circles under her eyes. Students whose Pokemon were affected by the pheromones got scared as she passed down the hall and quickly returned them to their Pokeballs out of fear of them chasing Matori again. But as Matori headed to her locker for her first class, her fellow students noticed that her Meowth wasn't clinging to her like it was in a cafeteria and eased up, figuring their Pokemon wouldn't chase Matori again.

Matori paid no mind as to whether her fellow students' Pokemon would chase after her or not, however. From when her dad drove her and Meowth to school to heading to her locker on the ground floor, Matori's eyes were fixed on her Rotom Phone, searching online for a new tablet. She looked through every website, every electronics store from Motostoke to Wyndon looking for a tablet that met her requirements at a cheaper price, but to no avail. When she got to her locker, she sighed in frustration and put her Rotom Phone in her pocket.

"It's no use, Meowth. Best we can get is a tablet for 300 Poke dollars," Matori said. "I'm afraid our third quarter will not meet our expectations this year."

"Meow," Meowth said in disappointment.

Matori whimpered as though admitting it physically hurt her. She wished she had thought of writing down her rates and "investments" on one of her school notebooks in case anything happened to her tablet. She entered the combination for her lock and opened her locker then stopped as she saw a metal coil with a yellow note taped to it standing on its side on top of her notebooks.

If you want to see your tablet again, meet me at the junkyard at 3:00.

Yours truly, Lucas Doogie Gulia.

Matori stared at the name Lucas Doogie Gulia, puzzled. She wondered if this person was one of her investors, perhaps someone who graduated from Motostoke High, who wanted vengeance for her taking their money. She furrowed her brow and pursed her lips before folding the note and putting it in her other jacket pocket.

"Looks like we have a chance to save our third quarter after all, Meowth," Matori said.

"Meow," Meowth said.

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Every day, Guzma came to school an hour early to prepare for his next victim. He snuck into the gym to warm Ariados up with using String Shot and occasionally Poison Sting if the victim and their Pokemon were particularly unlucky. For the first Thursday of the school year, Guzma kept Ariados in its Pokeball, however, deciding to simply pummel his victim and his Applin to establish that he was still a force to be reckoned with after being scared from hearing the McGoogles song in front of his fellow students. He took a speed bag and a punching stand from the gym's storage, set them at the center of the gym, and pounded the speed bag, imagining the bag was the victim's face.

Pow.

"Yeah, how do you like that?" Guzma said. "When I'm through, no one will ever recognize Marvin Livingston. Not that there was much to look at anyway."

Pow.

"Your tooth is loose? Let's pop it out."

Pow.

"There. Now your tooth is no longer a problem."

Pow.

"And there goes your glasses. On the bright side, none of the pieces got into your eyes."

Pow.

"Oh, are you crying? Okay, I won't hit you again. I promise."

Pow.

"Aw, I lied. Sorry."

Guzma cackled as he punched the speed bag six more times. Then suddenly, the lights went out, leaving the gym pitch black. Guzma looked around, wondering if there was a power outage, until the gym entrance opened, shining a bright light and revealing three figures that drained the blood from Guzma's face.

Three six-foot figures entered the gym with their dead eyes facing Guzma. On the right was Brittany the Bewear, smiling widely while wearing a cheerleader outfit and a large, red bow wrapped around her left ear. On the right was Oswald the Oranguru, wearing a tuxedo and having a grumpy frown that made Guzma think he would crush him if he made one wrong move. At the center was McGoogles the Frogadier holding his large bagpipes while wearing a white shirt and a red plaid kilt. McGoogles opened his mouth as though he was ecstatic to see Guzma, but Guzma took a step back, thinking the Frogadier was getting ready to swallow him whole.

The gym was silent for several seconds before Brittany played her ukulele, and Oswald played his keytar. After a few beats, McGoogles played his bagpipes while tapping his feet. Guzma took three more steps back and raised his hands defensively.

"N-n-no. No, this can't be," Guzma stuttered. "Y-y-you're not real. None of you are real. Get away from me. Get away from me!"

But the giant Pokemon continued to play their song, ignoring Guzma's pleas. The door closed behind McGoogles and his band, leaving the gym pitch black again. Guzma whimpered at the sound of footsteps coming toward him as McGoogles began to sing.

McGoogles is me name. I'm a happy pizza eater.

It's time to play a game with your favorite Frogadier.

With his hands shaking, Guzma took out his Rotom Phone and Ariados' Pokeball from his jacket pockets.

One, shake your leg with a shaky shaky shake.

Something bumped Guzma's arm, and, with a yelp, he dropped his phone and Pokeball before he could turn on the flashlight on his phone.

Two, wiggle your ears with a wiggle wiggle wiggle.

Guzma heard someone kick his Rotom Phone and Pokeball away in opposite directions.

Three, pat your tummy for your pizza pie, so yummy.

Guzma's mouth quivered, and he held his hands up defensively.

Four, count to 10, then we start it all again.

Guzma shut his eyes and whined, thinking that the giant Pokemon were about to strike. He waited for a few seconds before he opened his eyes and realized the music suddenly stopped, and he couldn't hear the footsteps anymore. Guzma looked around again despite being unable to see anything and didn't know whether to be worried or relieved that he could only hear his shaky breathing.

Suddenly, two beams of electricity shot up from behind Guzma, and he turned around to find McGoogles the Frogadier, Brittany the Bewear, and Oswald the Oranguru standing three feet before him. Brittany the Bewear and Oswald the Oranguru held their instruments like clubs as the electricity shot up behind them. McGoogles dropped his bagpipes and spread his arms while slowly stepping toward Guzma. His large eyes glowed red as he screamed sang his song.

MCGOOGLES IS ME NAME!!! I'M A HAPPY PERSON EATER!!!

IT'S TIME TO PLAY A GAME WITH A HUNGRY FROGADIER!!!

Guzma let out a high-pitched scream drowned out by the electricity and McGoogles laughing maniacally. He turned to run but slipped on a puddle of water and fell flat on his face. With McGoogles walking closer, Guzma crawled to a bench against the wall, using the electricity to light the way. He went under the bench and laid on his side facing the wall, weeping as he expected McGoogles to come over and drag him from his hiding place.

Guzma covered his ears, not wanting to hear McGoogles walking toward him. If he uncovered his ears, he would've heard two guys, a girl, a Pikachu, an Oshawott, and a Yamper, laughing. Guzma waited for his doom for a couple of minutes before he realized the gym was silent again, and the electricity had disappeared. Guzma looked back to see nothing but darkness. The silence only frightened him more, thinking McGoogles and his band would pop out of nowhere again.

After several minutes, Guzma yelped at the sound of the gym doors opening. Coach Surge entered the gym and looked around before turning the lights back on. The students and Pokemon attending gym class for first period came in behind Coach Surge, wondering what the speed bag and stand were doing in the center of the gym and why there was a puddle of water next to it. Coach Surge ordered two boys to move the speed bag and stand just before a girl's Snubble spotted Guzma.

"Snubble. Snubble, Snubble," Snubble said, pointing at Guzma.

Snubble's partner turned to where her partner was pointing, and she laughed at the sight of Motostoke High's biggest bully hiding under a bench. Her laughter caught the attention of her peers and their Pokemon partners, who laughed at seeing Guzma shaking and his pants wet from something that wasn't from the puddle. The students and their Pokemon surrounded Guzma with Alexa taking out her camera to take pictures, but Guzma was too terrified to care.

"Out of my way. Out of my way. Move," Coach Surge said as he pushed through the crowd. "Estevez, what are you doing here? Get up and go to your first period class."

"No!" Guzma squealed. "Please, Arceus, don't make me. If I come out, he'll eat me."

"Eat you? Who?" Coach Surge asked.

"M-m-McGoogles," Guzma whined. "M-McGoogles the Frogadier."

It took the students and their Pokemon a moment to process what Guzma said before they laughed even harder. Some were holding on to their guts while others pointed at Guzma as they laughed. Alexa took a moment to control her giggles before taking another picture with Helioptile using Flash.

"Oh, man, I wish Malva was here to see this," Alexa said. "I can see what kind of headline she'd come up with. 'Look who's crying now: how Guzma de la Calavera became Guzma de la McGoogler.'"

"Helioptile," Helioptile said.

Students and Pokemon roared with laughter again and began chanting, "Guzma de la McGoogler. Guzma de la McGoogler. Guzma la McGoogler."

"Alright, that's enough. Break it up and give me five laps," Coach Surge ordered. "Alexa, go get the school counselor then give me ten laps for using your camera in my class."

Alexa and Helioptile pouted and stuck their tongues out at Coach Surge when he wasn't looking. As the school photographer and her partner exited the gym, the rest of the class began their laps, still chuckling as they ran. Two girls found Guzma's Rotom Phone and Ariados' Pokeball, and Coach Surge brought them over to Guzma, who hugged them like they were security blankets.

From when Alexa went to get the school counselor to when Guzma was dragged to the counselor's office, all Guzma could see was a giant Frogadier ready to make him its next meal.