" Next time I'll think twice before grabbing onto a prehistoric Pokemon." Tracey said sheepishly.

Suddenly two kids riding boards with Pokemon pulling them came to view. They passed by the group and... We're sent into the air.

" Eevee return!"

" Bayleaf you too!"

The girl took out a rope and spun it. " Let's do this the old fashion way."

She threw the rope, and it managed to grab onto a talon

The boy grabbed it, and they went flying with the Aerodactyl.

Gary gasped. " Ash?! Wisty? What are they doing h-"

" Wisty what are you thinking?!" Crystal asked into the phone. " I called you here to calm the Pokemon down,  not act like you're in a rodeo!"

" This is how you calm a pokemon, Cryst."

" And what's your brother doing here?"

" He knows more about prehistoric Pokemon than anyone. Mainly because he was once trapped with one and stuff. And Charmeleon didn't help him at all."

" Wisty! Stop talking to your friend and focus!" Ash's voice rang.

Wisty sighed. " Good point."

Up there, Ash sighed in relief as Wisty put her phone away. " Good call."

Wisty grinned. " What was I supposed to do, stay in and ignore your warning? I know better than that!"

Ash laughed, but it quickly stopped when the Aerodactyl looked back at them.

Then its eyes widened

Then it began to fly up and down, jerking them like crazy.

" NOW I KNOW HOW A KITE STRING FEELS!" Wisty quipped.

" NOT HELPING!" Ash yelled back.

" NEVER SAID IT WAS!"

Ash sighed and tightened his grip. " Stay calm."

" Trying to!"

But then the Aerodactyl plunged down.

That made Wisty lose her grip. With a yelp, she started to fall.

But ash caught her.

" Thanks!" She yelled.

" Just .. grab... On..." Ash struggled.

Wisty nodded and reached for the rope.

" Why'd you get such thin rope?" Ash asked.

" Mom made it."

Ash's eyes widened. " MOM?!"

Wisty nodded. " Yeah. Wh-"

She cut herself off when she realized what he meant. " Oh."

Ash groaned. " Mom's always been bad at rope making!"

Wisty shrugged helplessly. " What was I supposed to do? And besides, I didn't remember!"

Ash sighed. " Fair."

Then he took a deep breath as he analyzed what was happening. " Okay, Wisty, start to climb up."

Wisty cocked her head. " Huh?"

" The higher we are, the more chances we have of grabbing onto rope if we lose our grip."

" Good idea."

They started to climb, slowly.

Ash sighed in relief. " This is actually smoother than I expected!"

But then the Aerodactyl plunged down and swooped up.

" I SPOKE TOO SOON!" Ash yelled.

The Aerodactyl, now fully aware of its unexpected passengers, roared and dove into a sharp descent. The sudden drop caused Ash and Wisty to lose their grip once again, only managing to cling to the rope with desperate hands. The wind whipped wildly against their faces as they dangled precariously from the prehistoric Pokémon’s tail.

“Why does this always happen to us?” Ash muttered through gritted teeth, his knuckles white as he held onto the thin, fraying rope.

“I think we’re just lucky that way!” Wisty shouted back, trying to sound upbeat, but there was a hint of panic creeping into her voice.

The Aerodactyl, clearly irritated by their presence, banked sharply to the right, causing them both to swing dangerously in the air like pendulums. Wisty shrieked as the sudden motion nearly dislodged her from the rope entirely, her legs flailing as she struggled to regain control.

“Don’t let go!” Ash called out, though his own grip was slipping with each violent movement of the Aerodactyl. The creature climbed sharply into the sky, only to dive again, sending them spiraling downward in a gut-wrenching loop. Their stomachs lurched with each sickening plunge.

“I didn’t plan on it!” Wisty replied, her voice half-lost in the wind. Her eyes squinted against the force of the air rushing past her face.

The Aerodactyl soared higher and higher, then twisted in the air. Ash and Wisty were whipped to one side, their bodies flung horizontally as they dangled like kites caught in a tornado. The tail of the Aerodactyl spun them around in circles, leaving Ash feeling dizzy.

“Wisty!” Ash yelled, trying to focus despite the chaos. “Start climbing again! We need to get closer to the body!”

“Easier said than done!” Wisty replied, her arms shaking from the strain. She slowly began to inch her way up the rope, pulling herself higher, foot by foot. Her muscles screamed in protest, but she forced herself to continue. Ash followed her lead, climbing as fast as he could despite the wild ride the Aerodactyl was putting them through.

Then, out of nowhere, a puff of cloud materialized right in front of Wisty’s face. She blinked in surprise as it splattered harmlessly against her, but the sensation was bizarre. It wasn’t rain, and it wasn’t solid, yet it felt like being slapped with a damp pillow.

“Did I just get hit by a cloud?” she asked in disbelief, wiping at her face, utterly confused.

“Are you serious?!” Ash shouted, barely able to hold back his own exasperation as he clung to the rope, his legs kicking out for balance. “We’re falling through the sky, and you’re worried about clouds?!”

Wisty burst out laughing, though it was hard to tell if it was from the absurdity of the situation or the building hysteria. “I dunno, it just felt really weird!”

Ash groaned. “Can we focus on not dying?”

“Fine, fine!” Wisty muttered, shaking off the lingering dampness as she resumed climbing.

Suddenly, the Aerodactyl plunged into another dive, this one even more intense than before. The air whistled loudly in their ears, and Wisty’s feet briefly lost contact with the rope as they both plummeted. She yelped and instinctively grabbed at the nearest thing, which happened to be Ash’s shoulder.

“Wisty!” Ash yelled as her weight nearly tore him from the rope entirely. He clamped down with every ounce of strength he had, the rope burning against his hands.

“Sorry!” she yelled, scrambling to adjust her grip. Her heart pounded wildly as she clung on, eyes wide with terror.

The Aerodactyl, clearly not interested in making things easy for them, suddenly banked upward, sending them both slamming into its back before bouncing off and swinging down toward its tail again.

“This is worse than being on a wild Tauros ride!” Ash groaned, his entire body feeling sore from being tossed around like a rag doll.

Wisty, her hair now completely disheveled, wiped her face with her sleeve. “You’re telling me! At least with Tauros, you know when it’s going to stop.”

The prehistoric Pokémon didn’t seem ready to stop anytime soon, though. It let out another screech and began to climb once more, its altitude rising rapidly. The thin air made it harder for them to breathe as they neared the clouds again, the rope now vibrating violently from the speed.

Ash’s eyes widened. “Hold on tight! I think it’s about to—”

Before he could finish his sentence, the Aerodactyl suddenly flipped in mid-air, sending them both flailing. The rope spun them in the opposite direction, and for a brief, terrifying moment, Ash thought they would lose their grip completely.

“Now I know how laundry feels!” Wisty yelled, struggling to keep her grip. The entire world seemed to tilt and spin, with the horizon swirling into a blur of sky and ground. Her fingers dug into the rope with everything she had, knuckles turning white from the effort.

“Laundry?!” Ash repeated, incredulous. “What are you even—?”

He never got the chance to finish, as the Aerodactyl swooped down in an aggressive spiral, sending both of them swinging in circles again. This time, Ash could feel his grip slipping for real, his palms slick with sweat and exhaustion starting to creep into his muscles.

Wisty was faring no better, her breath coming in ragged gasps as they clung on for dear life. “Ash! What’s the plan?!”

“Survive!” Ash shouted back, trying to focus through the dizzying chaos.

Suddenly, the Aerodactyl leveled out, its erratic flight patterns calming down. It flapped its wings steadily, cruising in a more controlled arc. Ash let out a long, shaky breath of relief.

“I think it’s calming down,” he said, glancing over at Wisty.

“About time!” Wisty groaned, her arms feeling like jelly. “If it did one more flip, I’d have let go and called it quits.”

Ash chuckled weakly. “Let’s hope it stays calm long enough for us to—”

But before he could finish his sentence, the Aerodactyl let out one final, defiant screech and dove toward the ground at breakneck speed.

“WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING?!” Ash yelled, bracing himself for another wild plunge.

“Because we’re cursed!” Wisty shouted back, gripping the rope for dear life as they were once again dragged through the sky, bouncing and swinging in every direction.

Suddenly, Wisty’s phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out with shaking hands, still gripping the rope with one hand as she glanced at the screen.

“Are you kidding me right now?” she muttered, seeing Crystal’s name flash. With the wind howling around her, she answered the call.

“Wisty! What’s going on?” Crystal’s voice came through the phone, barely audible over the roar of the wind.

“I’M BUSY, CRYSTAL!” Wisty yelled, her voice strained as she tightened her grip on the rope to avoid being thrown off again.

“I know,” Crystal said calmly. “Just jump!”

“WHAT?! NO WAY! I HAVEN’T EVEN DONE MY JOB!” Wisty yelled back, clearly annoyed. Her face was red, partly from the wind and partly from the absurdity of the situation.

“Wisty—”

But before Crystal could finish, Wisty ended the call with a firm jab at the screen and shoved the phone back into her pocket. She gritted her teeth and adjusted her grip on the rope, glancing back at Ash, who was barely hanging on behind her.

“Crystal’s brilliant idea was to jump!” she yelled over her shoulder, her voice laced with sarcasm.

Ash shook his head in disbelief. “What?! That’s her advice?”

“Yup! But I’m not bailing out now!” Wisty replied, determination in her eyes. “We’re sticking with this until we calm this Pokémon down or figure something out!”

Ash grunted in agreement, though he was too focused on maintaining his grip to say much more. The Aerodactyl screeched again and dipped lower, flying dangerously close to the trees below. Both of them braced for another wild maneuver, their bodies jerking back and forth as the prehistoric Pokémon fought to shake them off.

Wisty glanced at Ash, her face set in a determined scowl. “This isn’t over yet!” she shouted.

Ash managed a grin, despite the chaos. “Wouldn’t expect anything less from you!”

Thirty minutes later, Ash and Wisty were still clinging to the rope as the Aerodactyl soared through the sky, but the ride was taking its toll. Their hands were cramping, their muscles ached from holding on so long, and worse—they were starting to feel sick. The constant jerking and sudden dives had thrown their equilibrium completely off, and both of them were struggling to keep it together.

Wisty's face had turned a shade of green, and she glanced over at Ash, who looked just as pale. "I don’t think I can hold it in any longer," she groaned, her stomach churning from the relentless motion.

Ash gritted his teeth. “Just… hold on,” he muttered, though his own voice sounded strained. “We can’t lose it… now…”

But then, another sharp dive from the Aerodactyl sent them plummeting downward at breakneck speed. The wind whipped against their faces, and that was the breaking point.

Wisty’s stomach gave up. “I CAN’T—” she yelled before she got sick, mid-air, the contents of her stomach disappearing into the rushing wind. Ash, only moments behind, followed suit, grimacing as he lost his own battle with nausea.

"This… is… AWFUL!" Wisty shouted between gasps, her eyes watering as she desperately tried to focus on keeping herself steady. “I never signed up for this!”

“Me neither!” Ash groaned, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his other hand still clutching the rope for dear life. “I’d rather take on any Pokémon battle than do this again!”

The Aerodactyl gave no signs of slowing down or calming, continuing its erratic flight. It shot up into the air again, then dropped abruptly, forcing Ash and Wisty to tighten their grip with whatever strength they had left.

“Ugh… I can’t… take much more of this…” Wisty muttered. Her arms were trembling from exhaustion, and her head felt dizzy from both the nausea and the endless motion. She glanced over at Ash, who wasn’t faring any better.

“Same…” Ash muttered, sweat dripping down his face. He tightened his grip one more time, but his fingers were slipping.

The Aerodactyl suddenly let out a piercing screech and veered sharply, causing them to lose their balance. Wisty nearly slipped off the rope, her feet dangling in mid-air. “I’m gonna fall!”

Ash reached out, grabbing her wrist with his free hand. “I got you!” he shouted, though his grip was shaky. “Just… don’t… let go!”

But they were both dangerously close to their limit. Their bodies were heavy with fatigue, and the constant, chaotic flight was making it impossible to think clearly. Both of them knew they couldn’t keep this up much longer.

“I swear,” Wisty gasped between breaths, “if we make it out of this, I’m never touching a rope again!”

Ash could only laugh weakly, his grip loosening as the Aerodactyl prepared for yet another dive. They were both running out of time—and out of strength.

Meanwhile, on the ground, Gary, Professor Oak, Crystal, Tracey, and Dora stood watching the chaotic scene unfold in the sky. They could barely believe what they were seeing. Ash and Wisty were swinging wildly on a thin rope attached to the back of a distressed Aerodactyl, and it wasn’t looking good.

Gary crossed his arms and shook his head, his face tense with concern. “That’s bad. Real bad,” he muttered. “They’re pushing their luck too far.”

Professor Oak adjusted his glasses, his expression a mixture of disbelief and frustration. “What in the world are they thinking?!” he exclaimed, pacing a bit. “This is dangerous, even for them! Someone needs to get that Aerodactyl under control, or they’ll be in serious trouble!”

Crystal sighed, rubbing her temples. “Well, if I know Wisty, she’s definitely not listening to a word of reason,” she said, her voice filled with exasperation. “I tried calling her earlier, but she just yelled at me and hung up!”

Gary looked over at her, raising an eyebrow. “Sounds like Wisty, alright,” he grumbled. “Always doing things her own way.”

“Yeah,” Crystal agreed. “But this time, she’s way out of her depth. They’re both exhausted, and if they lose their grip, there’s no way they’ll land safely.”

Tracey frowned as he watched through his binoculars. “They’re getting really tired up there,” he observed. “At this rate, they’ll either pass out or slip off.”

Dora, standing quietly next to them, had her eyes fixed on the sky. She took a deep breath and said softly, “Shouldn’t we try to do something? We can’t just stand here and watch.”

Gary glanced at Dora, then nodded. “We should’ve already been doing something,” he said, urgency creeping into his voice. He turned back toward Professor Oak. “Do we have any Pokémon that could help calm that Aerodactyl down or at least catch them if they fall?”

Oak stroked his chin, thinking quickly. “Hmm, maybe if we had a strong Flying-type Pokémon… But Aerodactyls are unpredictable when they’re in this kind of state. A head-on approach might make it worse.”

Crystal rolled her eyes. “Wisty *and* Ash are unpredictable! We need to take a chance before something worse happens!”

Gary gritted his teeth, looking back up at the sky as Ash and Wisty continued to cling desperately to the rope. “We better act fast. They’re running out of time up there.”

Professor Oak nodded. “Alright, let’s come up with a plan. We need to distract the Aerodactyl and give them a safe way down. But no sudden movements, or it could panic.”

Crystal crossed her arms. “Great plan, but someone’s going to need to get through to Wisty. And I’ve already tried.”

Gary frowned. “Leave that to me.” He clenched his fists, worry deepening in his eyes as he looked up at his friends, still swaying dangerously in the sky. “I just hope we’re not too late.”

Up in the air, Ash and Wisty exchanged a tired glance as they desperately tried to think of a solution. Both of them were exhausted, their arms aching from holding onto the rope for so long. Finally, Wisty came up with an idea.

“Let’s tie our hands to the rope,” she suggested, gasping for breath. “It might give us some relief, and we won’t risk falling off as easily.”

Ash, equally tired and a bit sick from the constant swinging, nodded quickly. “Yeah, that might be our best shot.”

With a lot of effort and careful coordination, they managed to tie their hands securely to the rope. As soon as the knots were tightened, they both let out a sigh of relief. For a moment, they felt a small sense of victory.

“Hey, it worked!” Wisty said, managing a weak smile. “At least now we won’t fall.”

Ash smiled back, though it was short-lived. “Yeah, but…”

Suddenly, the Aerodactyl let out a screech and took a sharp dive, causing them to jolt violently in the air. The rope, now tied to their hands, acted like a kite string, sending them flying in all directions. They whipped back and forth through the air, now completely at the mercy of the wild Aerodactyl’s movements.

“Oh, great!” Ash groaned as they were flung up and down. “Now we’re basically a human kite!”

Wisty yelped as they swung sideways, nearly smacking into the rocky cliffside. “This is NOT what I had in mind!” she shouted, her voice trembling as the rope twisted and turned. “We’re like a string dangling in the wind!”

Ash gritted his teeth. “Yeah, and the wind’s not exactly in our favor right now!” He clung tighter to the rope, his stomach lurching from the constant movement. “Just hold on, Wisty!”

“I’m trying!” Wisty replied, her voice strained as they were jerked upward once again, the rope pulling taut against her hands. She glanced down at the ground far below, and her heart raced. “We’ve gotta find a way to calm this thing down, or we’re gonna end up crashing into a mountain!”

“Easier said than done!” Ash shouted back. “This Aerodactyl’s in no mood to listen to reason!”

The Aerodactyl shrieked again and banked sharply to the left, sending them both spinning in midair. They were practically spinning like a kite caught in a strong gust of wind.

“Oh no,” Ash muttered, his face turning pale. “This is not good.”

“Tell me about it!” Wisty shouted. “If we survive this, I’m never going near another prehistoric Pokémon again!”

Then the Aerodactyl let out a high-pitched screech and suddenly twisted in midair, performing a backflip so sharp that Ash and Wisty were flung upward, their bodies spinning wildly. The rope attached to their hands whipped them in circles, and they had no control over where they were going. It was as if the entire world had become one massive, chaotic carnival ride.

“Wuh oh…” Ash muttered under his breath, his voice trembling with dread as they were yanked into another violent loop. His stomach churned as they spun faster and faster, the horizon blurring around them. “This isn’t good…”

The Aerodactyl, seeming to take pleasure in the havoc it was causing, performed another set of loopty-loops. Ash and Wisty were now entirely at its mercy, tossed around like rag dolls, with no way to stop the wild ride.

Loop after loop, they felt the air rush past them in a whirlwind of motion. The sky, the ground, and everything in between melded into a spinning blur of blue and green. Wisty’s head was spinning so much that she could barely keep her eyes open. Her grip on the rope tightened reflexively, her knuckles turning white.

“Ash?” she called out, her voice small and dizzy, barely cutting through the rush of wind around them.

Ash, his own head reeling from the relentless spinning, tried to focus on her voice. “Yeah?” he managed to reply, though it came out weakly. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold on.

“Is the world supposed to be spiiiiiiiiiining?” Wisty’s voice stretched out as they entered another nauseating flip. She sounded disoriented, almost in a daze. Her vision blurred as everything whirled past them in circles.

Ash grimaced, feeling his stomach lurch with each spin. “No... definitely not…” he replied, his voice shaky. His head felt light, and he could feel the nausea building. “This is... worse than any rollercoaster... I’ve ever been on...”

Wisty let out a dizzy groan as they were jerked sideways again, their bodies flailing as the rope twisted and untwisted in the air. “I think I’m gonna be... sick...” she mumbled, her face turning an uncomfortable shade of green.

Ash groaned in agreement. “Join the club...” He tried to steady his breathing, but the constant loops made it nearly impossible. His whole world was spinning out of control, and there was no end in sight. “We need... to stop this thing... before we both lose it.”

As if on cue, the Aerodactyl screeched once more and shot upward into a steep climb, only to dive again. This time, it plunged straight down, performing a sharp barrel roll that sent them into another rapid series of spirals. Ash and Wisty were helpless, tied to the rope and spinning wildly as the prehistoric Pokémon flew in its frenzy.

“I think... I see... three of everything…” Wisty muttered, her voice barely audible as they whipped through the air. She clutched the rope with everything she had, trying to keep from slipping out of consciousness.

“Hang on!” Ash shouted, though he wasn’t sure if he was telling her or himself. His own grip on reality was slipping, the constant motion making it hard to think straight. His vision blurred, and his stomach did another sickening flip as the Aerodactyl twirled again.

The Pokémon showed no signs of stopping, and Ash knew they were in deep trouble if they didn’t find a way to gain control. But how could they, when every second felt like they were trapped in a washing machine set to high speed?

“Wisty!” Ash called out, his voice shaky but urgent. “We need a plan... fast!”

Wisty, still reeling from the spins, tried to focus. “A plan?!” she echoed, her voice weak. “Ash, the only plan I have is... not puking!”

Ash groaned. “I’m not sure I’m succeeding at that either…”

But then, just as they thought they couldn’t take another spin, the Aerodactyl suddenly straightened out, leveling its flight. The spinning stopped for a brief, glorious moment, and Ash and Wisty found themselves hanging limply from the rope, utterly exhausted but still clinging on.

“Wisty...” Ash said, panting heavily. “I think... it’s calming down...”

Wisty groaned in response, still feeling dizzy. “Good... because I don’t think I could’ve taken... another loop.”

Ash nodded weakly. “Same here...” He glanced down, seeing the ground far below, but at least they weren’t spinning anymore.

Just when Ash and Wisty thought they had a moment to catch their breath, the Aerodactyl suddenly screeched and dove toward the forest below. The prehistoric creature spotted a cluster of trees heavy with ripe fruit, and in the blink of an eye, it plunged downward, talons outstretched.

Ash’s eyes widened in panic. “Oh no... hang on!”

Wisty barely had time to react. “Wait, what’s it doing now?!”

Before either of them could do anything, they were yanked downward with the Aerodactyl, heading straight for the trees. The Pokémon’s massive wings sliced through the air, and it grabbed a handful of fruit from the tallest branches with its sharp claws.

Unfortunately for Ash and Wisty, their luck didn’t get any better. As the Aerodactyl made its descent, their bodies slammed against the branches, twigs, and leaves of the trees. Each hit sent a fresh wave of pain through their limbs.

“OW!” Ash yelped as a branch hit his side.

“OUCH!” Wisty cried, her hand scraping against rough bark as she was whipped around like a ragdoll. “I didn’t sign up for this tree climbing class!”

“Neither did I!” Ash yelled back, gritting his teeth as they crashed through the leaves.

The Aerodactyl’s wild descent left the siblings no room to brace themselves. They were dragged through the treetops, smacking into branches that scraped their arms and faces. The rope that bound them to the Aerodactyl made it impossible to dodge any of the oncoming obstacles. They flailed helplessly, trying to protect their faces as much as they could.

Wisty gasped as she felt a branch smack against her cheek. “Ash! I can’t take much more of this!”

“Just... hang on!” Ash called out, ducking his head just as another thick branch came swinging toward him. But his shoulder clipped it, sending a sharp sting through his arm. “Ow!”

The Aerodactyl, seemingly oblivious to their plight, snatched several pieces of fruit in its talons before flapping its massive wings and ascending once again. The sudden upward motion made Ash and Wisty swing violently as they dangled from the rope.

Up and up and up they went, higher into the sky than before.

Wisty groaned. “Please, no more...”

Ash looked up in dread as the Aerodactyl soared to dizzying heights. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this...”

Then, without warning, the Aerodactyl suddenly twisted in the air, and with a shriek, it began to spin again—spiraling downward like a corkscrew.

“No, no, no!” Ash shouted as he clung desperately to the rope. His stomach flipped as they spun faster and faster.

Wisty, her head spinning worse than before, could barely form words. “Ash? Is this... supposed to... be... happening?”

Ash’s grip tightened as they spun like a tornado, their bodies whipping in circles. “No! It’s not!”

The world around them became a blur as they were thrown into a relentless spiral, plummeting downward at breakneck speed. The ground rushed up toward them, spinning faster and faster with every second.

Wisty squeezed her eyes shut. “I feel like... I’m gonna hurl...”

“Me too!” Ash groaned. His insides felt like they were in knots, and the dizzying motion wasn’t helping. Every second felt like a new wave of nausea was about to hit.

The Aerodactyl continued its downward spin, and it seemed like there was no end in sight. Each loop was faster, more disorienting, and more stomach-churning than the last. Ash and Wisty were trapped, powerless to stop the whirlwind of motion.

Just when it felt like they were on the verge of blacking out, the Aerodactyl pulled up sharply, leveling its flight once more.

For a moment, everything was still. Ash and Wisty hung limply from the rope, completely drained, their heads still spinning from the wild ride.

Ash let out a weak groan. “Never... again...”

Wisty, too dizzy to respond, just nodded and muttered, “Agreed...”

As the Aerodactyl darted toward a cliff with frightening speed, Ash and Wisty barely had time to react. Their bodies jerked forward, helpless as they were dragged along behind the prehistoric Pokémon.

“Wait, no, no, no!” Ash shouted, his voice filled with panic. “It’s heading for the edge!”

Wisty’s eyes widened in terror. “Is it actually gonna—”

Before she could finish her sentence, the Aerodactyl leaped off the cliff, diving into the air below. The sudden drop made Ash and Wisty feel weightless for a moment as they plummeted down behind it, suspended only by the thin rope they had tied themselves to. Wisty glanced back and caught a glimpse of Gary, Professor Oak, Tracey, and Crystal standing at the cliff’s edge, staring at them in shock.

“Great!” Wisty shouted over the wind. “Now they think we’re nuts!”

Ash couldn’t help but agree. “We *are* nuts!”

But as the Aerodactyl angled downward, something unexpected happened. It leveled off just above the surface of the ocean, skimming across the water at incredible speed. The momentum caused Ash and Wisty to swing low, their legs and bodies brushing against the surface of the water. They sailed just inches above it, splashing through the waves as the Aerodactyl continued its rapid flight.

The cold spray of water hit them immediately, soaking their clothes and sending a chill through their bodies. But surprisingly, after everything they’d been through, this wasn’t the worst part.

Wisty blinked the water out of her eyes and looked down at the ocean beneath her. “Well... at least this is better!”

Ash, water dripping from his soaked hair, let out a tired laugh. “Yeah... I suppose it is!”

For a few brief moments, the chaotic flight felt almost peaceful. The sensation of skimming across the ocean, while still nerve-wracking, was much easier to handle than being tossed around in the sky. The water splashed up around them, cooling their overheated bodies.

“Okay, okay,” Wisty said with a smirk. “If this thing can just keep doing this... I might actually survive this day!”

Ash grinned, though his arms were aching from holding onto the rope for so long. “You’ve got better luck than I do then.”

But even as they spoke, the Aerodactyl showed no signs of stopping. Its powerful wings continued to beat as it skimmed along the water, speeding through the air with no clear destination in sight. The wind whipped at Ash and Wisty, sending more water splashing into their faces, but they were so relieved to have a break from the chaos that they didn’t mind getting wet.

“This... actually feels kinda cool,” Ash admitted after a while, feeling a strange thrill in the situation despite the danger. “Like surfing! But, y’know, with less control.”

Wisty chuckled. “Yeah, less control is an understatement!”

Their laughter echoed over the water, the tension of the earlier moments momentarily forgotten as they enjoyed the relative calm. Even though they were still at the mercy of the Aerodactyl, it almost felt like they were riding the waves on some kind of wild adventure.

But as always, in the back of Ash’s mind, he knew this could only last so long before something else went wrong...

Just as they were beginning to enjoy the calm of skimming over the water, things went wrong—again.

Up ahead, the Aerodactyl made a sharp turn toward a towering waterfall. Ash and Wisty’s eyes widened in panic.

“The waterfall!” Ash shouted. “It’s going straight for it!”

Wisty, eyes locked on the roaring cascade of water, muttered, “This can’t be good…”

Before they could react, the rope that had kept them tethered to the Aerodactyl snapped with a loud *twang*. For a split second, time seemed to freeze. Ash and Wisty were suspended in midair, weightless as they stared at the waterfall in horror.

Then gravity kicked in.

They plunged toward the churning water below, the wind rushing past them as the world spun in a dizzying blur. Ash barely had time to process what was happening before they hit the water with a splash, the cold enveloping them instantly.

The force of the waterfall pushed them under. Ash felt his breath get knocked out of him as he struggled in the water, disoriented and unable to find the surface. Everything around him was a murky blue, the roar of the waterfall muffling all sound. For a moment, panic gripped him—he couldn’t find his way up.

But then he felt something grab him—Wisty.

Using all her strength, Wisty kicked hard, pulling Ash up with her. They broke through the surface together, gasping for air.

“Gotcha!” Wisty panted, holding onto Ash tightly as they floated in the water, both drenched and exhausted.

Ash coughed, trying to catch his breath. “Thanks... Wisty... I thought we were done for.”

Wisty grinned through her exhaustion. “Not on my watch, big brother.”

As they drifted toward the shore, Ash looked up and froze. The Aerodactyl was still flying, circling above the waterfall. And it was coming back.

“Wisty,” Ash said, determination filling his voice, “we’re not done yet.”

Wisty followed his gaze and nodded. “Let’s do this, Ash.”

They swam to the bank, dragging themselves out of the water just as the Aerodactyl flew low overhead. Its tail swooped down toward them, and without missing a beat, both Ash and Wisty grabbed hold.

“Hold tight!” Ash shouted as they were lifted into the air once more, the wind whipping past them.

Just as they were being pulled up, the others—Gary, Crystal, Professor Oak, and Tracey—came running down the path. They skidded to a stop, watching in disbelief as Ash and Wisty clung to the Aerodactyl’s tail, being carried back into the sky.

Wisty, ever the show-off, gave Crystal a big wave as they ascended. “See you at the top!” she called out with a mischievous grin.

Crystal put her hands on her hips, shaking her head in exasperation. “That girl is going to get herself killed...”

Gary sighed, watching them disappear into the sky. “Ash and Wisty… they never know when to quit, do they?”

Professor Oak chuckled, albeit nervously. “That’s just who they are.”

As the Aerodactyl carried them higher, Wisty turned to Ash, her grin still plastered on her face. “This is officially the craziest thing we’ve ever done.”

Ash laughed despite himself. “And that’s saying something!”

An hour had passed, and Gary,  Tracey, Dora, and Crystal stood by, watching Ash and Wisty's efforts to calm down the Aerodactyl. From their vantage point, they could see the siblings clinging to the tail of the enormous Pokémon, waving their arms, shouting commands, and trying every trick in the book to get the prehistoric creature to settle down.

It wasn’t going well.

"Look at them," Gary muttered, crossing his arms. "They’re going to pass out before the Aerodactyl even gives in."

Crystal shook her head, rubbing her temples in frustration. "I told Wisty to be careful, but does she listen? No, she has to do things her way!"

Tracey watched through his binoculars, squinting as he observed the chaotic scene. "They’ve been up there for hours. I think they’re losing their grip—both on the Pokémon and on reality."

Just as he said that, the Aerodactyl swooped low, causing Ash and Wisty to sway dangerously. Their yells echoed through the sky, but it was clear they were struggling. Then, without warning, both of them leaned over and… got sick. Again. For the third time.

Gary sighed heavily. "Ugh, that’s the third time in an hour. I can’t imagine how they’re still hanging on."

Dora winced. "Gross."

Crystal groaned. "I knew they shouldn’t have eaten before doing this. I tried to tell her!"

Tracey, still focused on the scene through his binoculars, winced sympathetically. "Yeah, they're definitely looking worse for wear now. But I gotta say, they’re persistent if nothing else."

"Persistent?" Gary said with a smirk. "More like stubborn. Ash wouldn’t let go of a problem even if it dragged him through the mud—literally."

Crystal folded her arms, watching anxiously. "And Wisty’s the same. I just hope they figure this out before something else happens."

As if on cue, the Aerodactyl shook violently again, causing the two siblings to lurch dangerously once more. Ash could be seen shouting something at Wisty, who barely held on, but their voices were too far away to hear.

"Maybe," Tracey offered, trying to stay optimistic, "they’ll figure it out soon."

But from the looks on Ash and Wisty’s faces—pale, exhausted, and clearly nauseated—it seemed that whatever plan they had was slowly falling apart.

Crystal rubbed her temples again, muttering, "I really hope they do."

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting an orange hue over the horizon, Ash and Wisty hung onto the Aerodactyl’s tail for dear life. Their faces, once bright with determination, were now pale and strained, the hours of frantic action taking a heavy toll. The constant motion, combined with their earlier sickness, had drained their energy completely.

With a final, desperate lurch from the Aerodactyl, Wisty’s grip faltered. “Ash… I…” she gasped, her voice barely a whisper as her eyes rolled back.

“Ash!” she called out weakly, but her words were drowned by the wind. Just like that, she blacked out, her body going limp as she released her hold.

Ash, witnessing his sister fall unconscious, felt a surge of panic. “Wisty! No!” He turned to her, but before he could reach for her, his vision blurred, and the world around him began to fade. He struggled to stay awake, but exhaustion overcame him as he too slumped forward and lost consciousness.

On the cliff, Gary’s heart dropped as he watched the scene unfold. “Oh no! This can’t be happening!” His voice was laced with panic as he turned to Professor Oak, who stood beside him, his expression equally grim.

“Grandpa!” Gary shouted, his eyes wide with fear. “What do we do?”

Without wasting a second, Professor Oak reached into his bag and pulled out a Poké Ball, handing it firmly to his grandson. “You need to catch them, Gary! It’s the only way!”

Gary took the Poké Ball with shaking hands, his mind racing. “But how?! They’re up there, and the Aerodactyl won’t just let them go!”

“Trust your instincts, Gary!” Oak urged, his voice steady despite the chaos around them. “You know what to do. Call out a Pokémon that can help!”

“Okay!” Gary took a deep breath, summoning his resolve. “Come on out, Blastoise!” He tossed the Poké Ball into the air, and with a flash of light, his powerful Water-type Pokémon appeared, ready for action.

“Blastoise, we need to rescue Ash and Wisty!” Gary shouted, pointing at the airborne Aerodactyl, which was still circling above, unaware of its passengers' plight. “Use Hydro Pump to knock it down!”

Blastoise nodded, its eyes narrowing in determination. With a swift movement, it aimed its cannons at the Aerodactyl and unleashed a powerful jet of water. The torrent struck the Pokémon squarely in the side, causing it to veer off course with a surprised screech.

“Now, while it’s distracted!” Gary yelled, his heart pounding in his chest. “We have to catch them!”

With a swift motion, he hurled the Poké Ball at the Aerodactyl, aiming carefully. The ball sailed through the air, catching the creature mid-flight.

The Aerodactyl twisted and turned, trying to break free, but the ball engulfed it in a flash of red light. Gary could barely breathe as he watched the struggle unfold. “C’mon, c’mon!”

With a final jolt, the Poké Ball clicked shut, and the Aerodactyl was finally contained. Gary let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “I got it! But what about Ash and Wisty?”

He turned to see Professor Oak looking up with a mix of worry and relief. “We have to get them down! They need help!”

The pair watched as Ash and Wisty remained unconscious, dangling precariously from the tail of the captured Aerodactyl.

“Blastoise, water again!” Gary commanded, his voice urgent. “Create a cushion for them to land on!”

Blastoise obeyed, spraying a wide arc of water to create a soft landing spot.

“Now!” Gary shouted, and with all the strength he could muster, he ran to the edge of the cliff, ready to catch his friends when they fell.

As the water formed a large puddle below, the siblings started to drop from the Aerodactyl, their bodies tumbling through the air. The sight made Gary’s heart race.

“Please be okay!” he called out as they plummeted closer to the surface.

With a splash, Ash and Wisty hit the water, but thanks to Blastoise’s cushioning, they landed safely, though both remained motionless beneath the surface.

“Get them out!” Gary yelled, sprinting towards the water's edge as Professor Oak followed closely behind.

Blastoise dove in, swiftly retrieving Ash and Wisty, surfacing moments later with them in its grasp. Gary rushed forward, grabbing his sister from Blastoise’s hold, and then Ash.

“Wake up, you two!” Gary shouted, shaking them gently, panic rising within him. “You’re okay! Please wake up!”

As he looked down, Wisty’s eyes fluttered open first. “Huh? What happened?” she mumbled, confusion etched across her face.

Gary let out a sigh of relief, clutching her tightly. “You passed out! You scared me half to death!”

Ash began to stir as well, groaning softly. “Wha—Wisty?”

“I’m here, Ash! We’re okay!” she reassured him, relief flooding her voice.

“Good… good,” Ash murmured, taking a deep breath. He looked around, blinking at the fading light of the day. “What a ride that was…”

“Next time, let’s stick to regular Pokémon!”

Then Wisty scanned their surroundings, her brow furrowed. “Wait, where’s the Aerodactyl?”

“Uh, I caught it,” Gary replied, trying to catch his breath.

Wisty’s face lit up with relief. “Good! We’ll need it later.” She glanced at Ash, who was still recovering from the wild ride. “Come on, Ash! We need to go!”

Ash looked up, rubbing his head. “Where are we going now?”

“To the forest,” Wisty replied, her eyes sparkling with determination. “I need food.”

“Food?” Ash echoed, a sense of urgency dawning on him. “Yeah… we’ve been without food for the last twenty-four hours…”

Everyone, still catching up to the chaotic events, exchanged surprised glances. Professor Oak raised an eyebrow. “You’ve been without food for that long? Why didn’t you say something?”

But before they could continue, the siblings had already darted off, their instincts leading them toward the nearby trees.

“I can’t believe we didn’t think about food!” Ash exclaimed as they entered the lush green forest.

“I know, right?” Wisty replied, excitement bubbling in her voice. “Look over there!” She pointed to a cluster of berry bushes, vibrant and ripe with fruit.

As they approached the bushes, Wisty wasted no time. “Let’s get these!” She reached out, plucking the berries and tossing a handful to Ash.

“Wow! These look delicious!” Ash said, taking a moment to admire the array of colors. “What kind are these?”

“Don’t know, but they look edible!” Wisty grinned, popping a berry into her mouth. The flavor burst on her tongue, sweet and tangy. “Yum! These are great!”

“Okay, then!” Ash laughed, joining her in the feast as they gathered more berries. “I think I could get used to this.”

“Just remember, we need to keep an eye out for wild Pokémon!” Wisty said between bites, her eyes scanning the forest. “We wouldn’t want to get caught off guard again.”

“Right!” Ash nodded, swallowing his berry. “But for now, I think we’ve earned a break.”

They sat on the forest floor, surrounded by the bushes, indulging in the sweet fruit. After a moment of blissful silence, Wisty looked at Ash, her mouth full. “You know, I never want to do that again.”

“Agreed,” Ash replied, grinning. “Next time, let’s just stick to battling and training.”

As they munched away, Gary, Professor Oak, and the others finally caught up to them, all eyes wide in disbelief.

“Are you two serious?” Gary exclaimed, hands on his hips. “You just went through the wildest ride ever, and now you’re sitting here eating berries?”

Wisty shrugged, her cheeks stuffed. “What’s wrong with that? We needed food!”

Dora chimed in, shaking her head in disbelief. “You guys are something else. You know that?”

Tracey laughed, “As long as you’re safe and sound, I guess it’s fine. But maybe next time, try to inform us when you’re in danger of passing out, okay?”

Ash and Wisty exchanged amused glances before Wisty waved her hand dismissively. “Sure, but no promises!”