" Add three cups of water to the pancakes." Siri's robotic voice directed.

Ash shrugged. " Whatever you say."

He put the water into the bowl and Misty mixed.

" Next add one cup of salsa.". Siri said

Ash blinked. " Uh... Okay?"

Misty blinked. " Salsa?*

Ash shrugged. " Siri asked for it."

Misty sighed. " Okay okay fine."

" Next some mayo."

Misty blinked. " MAYO?!"

" yes." Siri's annoying robotic voice directed. " It is a vital part of this recipie."

Misty shrugged. " Eh. Works for me."

" One cup of Mayo."

" Two cups of Wasabi."

" Some coffee."

" But we can't have coffee, Siri." Ash said, blinking. * We're only ten."

" I don't care."

Misty looked at the phone. " That thing has an attitude."

Ash shrugged. " Everything I get has an attitude."

Misty blushed slightly.

Everything.

Ash cleared his throat. " Anyway...."

" A pinch of salt."

" Vinegar."

" Now add some chips."

" Chips?!" Misty exclaimed. " We don't have any!"

" The alternative is a boyfriend."

Misty blushed. " I'm not doing anything to MY Ash, thank you very much."

" Then move your lazy bodies and get some chips!*

Misty's eye twitched. " Why you-"

" Calling the wedding planner."

" NO!" Ash and Misty yelled.

" Searching, ' no'."

" Siri-"

" No. No definition found."

" Siri-"

" Search
ing for nursing homes."

Ash blinked. " Why?"

" Because you are old."

Misty's eyes twitched. " Old?! Why you-"

" Searching for vaccinations against Loseritis."

" Who has Loseritis?" Misty asked.

" Your husband."

" My HUSBAND?!"

" Yes. The doctor, Gary Oak, informed me Ash Ketchum has Loseritis."

Misty groaned. " Siri, Gary was just messing with Ash."

" Found nearest place for vaccinations."

Ash sighed. " Just..... Make the pancakes."

" Searching for how to deal with toddlers."

Misty's eyes twitched. " Toddlers??"

Ash sighed. " That thing is rigged."

Misty glared at the phone, fists clenched. “Siri, who are you calling toddlers?!”

“Statistically speaking,” Siri replied coolly, “your behavior aligns with children under the age of four.”

Ash groaned, dropping his face into his hands. “Misty, I’m pretty sure this thing hates us.”

Misty swiped the phone off the counter. “Oh, I’ll show you who’s a toddler.” She began tapping furiously, muttering under her breath. “Just wait until I delete this evil little—”

“Unable to process request,” Siri interrupted smugly. “Please ensure you are old enough to operate technology.”

Ash peeked up. “Siri, you better stop or I’m gonna—”

“Searching: ‘how to throw tantrums.’”

Ash’s face turned red. “I DON’T THROW TANTRUMS!”

“Query confirmed. Toddler detected,” Siri said.

Pikachu, sitting on the counter, tried to stifle its laughter. “Pika-pika!”

Misty grabbed the phone and pointed it at Pikachu. “Don’t encourage her!”

“Her?” Ash asked, blinking. “Wait… Siri’s a her?”

“Statistically, I am better than you,” Siri chimed.

Misty’s eye twitched again. “Ash, I don’t care what it takes. We’re shutting this thing down.”

“Agreed,” Ash muttered, rubbing his temples. He reached for the power button, but Siri’s voice rang out again.

“Powering down would only solidify your defeat.”

Ash froze. “...It can hear us.”

Misty threw her arms in the air. “GREAT. It’s an evil AI overlord now!”

“Searching: Evil pancake recipes.”

Ash groaned and pulled off his hat. “That’s it. I’m making these pancakes the old-fashioned way. No robots. No recipes. Just instinct.”

Misty blinked at him. “You? Instinct? Ash, you don’t even know how to make toast without burning it.”

“Hey! I’ll prove you wrong!” Ash announced, puffing out his chest.

Siri chimed again. “Statistically, pancakes cooked on instinct have a 97% chance of being inedible.”

“WHO ASKED YOU?!” Ash yelled.

“Would you like me to contact Delia Ketchum to supervise?” Siri asked innocently.

“NO!” Ash and Misty screamed in unison.

Misty grabbed a kitchen towel and waved it like a white flag. “Okay, fine. Siri wins. Can we just—”

“Request received. I win.”

Ash buried his face in his hands. “We’re never making pancakes again.”

Siri’s robotic tone hummed ominously. “Next time, trust the machine. Have a wonderful day.”

Misty and Ash shared a look of horror as Pikachu fell over laughing.

“Next time,” Misty said slowly, “we’re sticking to cereal.”

“Agreed,” Ash grumbled, throwing the phone into a drawer.