Dawn crossed her arms, glaring at the group of confused spectators. “Okay, someone needs to explain what is going on here!”

Paul adjusted his tie, his face a mix of embarrassment and irritation. “Yeah, because I’m not walking down any aisle!”

Izzy clapped her hands dramatically, drawing everyone's attention. “Alright, everyone, quiet! The bride and groom are ready!”

Leia skipped over to Dawn, holding a bouquet made of wildflowers, some of which still had dirt clinging to their roots. “Hewe, Aunt Dawn! You need dis!” she said, shoving the bouquet into her hands.

“Leia, sweetie, I am not your aunt, and I am not getting married!” Dawn hissed, but Izzy ignored her protests.

Meanwhile, Izzy grabbed Paul’s arm and began dragging him toward a makeshift arch that looked suspiciously like a repurposed clothesline with ribbons dangling from it. “Uncle Paul, stand here. Look dashing. Don’t mess it up.”

Paul groaned. “I always look dashing. That’s not the problem!”

Brock stood awkwardly to the side, holding a notebook and looking like he’d been roped into playing officiant. “Uh, Izzy, I don’t think this is—”

“Hush!” Izzy snapped, handing him a cue card. “Just read this when I tell you to.”

Ash and Misty exchanged baffled glances. “Is this… really happening?” Misty whispered.

“It’s Izzy. Of course, it’s happening,” Ash replied, shaking his head.

“Alright!” Izzy said, clapping her hands together. “Everyone take your places. Leia, sprinkle the petals.”

Leia gleefully skipped down the imaginary aisle, throwing flower petals into the air, most of which hit Paul in the face. Dawn shuffled forward, glaring at Izzy the whole time.

“Can we end this ridiculous charade now?” Dawn muttered.

“Nope,” Izzy said cheerfully. “Uncle Paul, Aunt Dawn, hold hands.”

“I am not holding hands with—” Paul started, but Izzy gave him a death glare that shut him up. He reluctantly took Dawn’s hand, and she sighed heavily.

Brock cleared his throat, holding up the cue card. “Uh… dearly beloved, we are gathered here today—”

“Skip to the good part!” Izzy interrupted.

Brock flipped the card, looking increasingly uncomfortable. “Uh… fine. Paul, do you take Dawn to be your lawfully wedded—”

“NO!” Paul and Dawn shouted in unison.

Izzy sighed dramatically. “Okay, fine. We’ll skip that too. Uncle Paul, Aunt Dawn, you may now kiss!”

Both Paul and Dawn froze, their faces turning as red as a Magmar. “EXCUSE ME?!” they yelled.

“Do it!” Leia cheered, jumping up and down.

Piplup, who had been sitting quietly, finally lost it and started slapping its head again. “Pip! Piplup!” it scolded, clearly done with the entire situation.

Paul looked at Dawn, horrified. “There’s no way I’m doing this.”

Dawn crossed her arms. “You think I want to?!”

Izzy sighed, hands on her hips. “You two are so dramatic. Fine. You don’t have to kiss. But at least say, ‘I do,’ and make it official!”

Paul groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Izzy, you are so grounded after this.”

Dawn nodded in agreement. “And no dessert for a week!”

But Izzy just smirked, clearly proud of her elaborate chaos. “Totally worth it.”

Leia toddled over to Izzy, holding a tablet. " Here's yowr poto editor tingie."

Izzy accepted it with a sweet smile. " Thank you, Leia."

She took her pen ( the one used for tablets and stuff) and started to draw. " Hm.... Aunt can have fat juicy lips.... Uncle can have a nice expression..... Uncle can also look relaxed...... And we can pretend there's blood here and Uncle is dying.... There!"

Dawn glanced over Izzy’s shoulder and froze in horror. “Izzy… what are you doing?”

Paul, already suspicious of the silence, leaned over. “What did you—” His eyes went wide, and he let out a shriek that rivaled a flock of startled Murkrow.

The image on the tablet was a grotesque caricature of Paul and Dawn. Dawn’s lips were swollen and ridiculously red, looking like they’d been stung by an entire hive of Beedrill. Paul’s body was comically rotund, his face scrunched up as if he were falling, and the two of them were locked in the most awkward, hideous kiss imaginable. To make things worse, Izzy had added dramatic blood splatters and made Paul’s expression look like he was on the brink of death.

“IZZY!” Dawn screeched, her face as red as a Tamato Berry.

Paul, clutching his chest, looked like he was ready to faint. “WHAT IS THIS ABOMINATION?! WHY DO I LOOK LIKE A FALLING SNORLAX?!”

Leia giggled and clapped her hands. “It’s so funnie!”

Izzy, completely unfazed, smirked as she finished adding a heart-shaped border to the masterpiece. “It’s called art. You’re welcome.”

Before either adult could grab the tablet, Izzy swiped to the next image she’d been working on. “Oh, and look! I did one for Ash and Misty, too!”

Ash, who had been awkwardly sipping a glass of water, choked and sputtered. “Wait, what?!”

Misty leaned over to look, and her jaw dropped. The image featured her and Ash in an equally horrifying pose. Misty’s hair was exaggerated into a wild tangle, her face twisted into an exaggerated scowl as she leaned in to kiss a wide-eyed Ash, who looked like he was about to cry. Izzy had even added fake tears to Ash’s face and a dramatic explosion in the background for good measure.

Misty turned bright red. “IZZY! What is WRONG with you?!”

Ash looked like he wanted to disappear. “Why do I look like a scared Magikarp?!”

Izzy shrugged nonchalantly. “Because it’s true to life. I’m a realist.”

Paul, now recovering from his initial shock, pointed accusingly at Izzy. “Why am I fat?!”

“Because you eat too much,” Izzy said matter-of-factly, not even looking up from the tablet as she added sparkles to Misty’s hair.

Dawn buried her face in her hands. “I am never going to live this down.”

Paul threw his hands in the air. “I swear, Izzy, if you don’t delete those pictures right now—”

Izzy grinned devilishly and held up the tablet, showing the horrifying images to everyone. “Too late! I already saved them to the cloud!”

“PIPLUP!” Piplup cried, smacking its head against the table repeatedly in what could only be described as secondhand embarrassment.

Ash looked at Paul and Dawn, his face pale. “Is it too late to leave? Because I think we’re all going to need therapy after this.”

Misty nodded fervently. “Agreed.”

Meanwhile, Izzy was already brainstorming her next project. “Hmmm… maybe I’ll make Uncle Paul into a Gengar next. Ooo, or a Muk!”

Paul groaned, slumping into a chair. “Reggie. This is all Reggie’s fault.”

Dawn sighed. “You’re not wrong.”

Izzy grinned with wicked glee as she swiped to the next image on her tablet. “Oh, and look! I made a picture of what your kid would look like!”

Paul and Dawn leaned over cautiously, but their collective scream could’ve shattered glass.

The image on the screen showed their so-called “child”—a horrifying amalgamation of exaggerated features. The kid had massive, overly plump lips, cartoonishly large and bulging eyes, and an impossibly round body that looked like it was carrying a baby Snorlax. To make things worse, Izzy had drawn the child with a sash that read World’s Weirdest Baby and gave it rainbow-colored hair for no apparent reason.

“IZZY!” Dawn screeched, covering her mouth in horror. “What IS that?!”

“Why does it look like it’s pregnant?!” Paul howled, clutching his head like his brain was about to explode.

Izzy smirked, clearly delighted by their reactions. “It’s your kid! Aren’t they adorable? I named them Pudding because they look like pudding!”

“THAT IS NOT ADORABLE!” Paul shouted, practically hyperventilating. “That’s the opposite of adorable!”

Dawn’s face turned pale as she tried to process the monstrosity. “How does this… thing even exist?! I don’t even—no, you know what? I don’t want to know.”

Ash, Misty, and the others were frozen in shock, their faces pale as if they’d just encountered a ghost.

“Why does it have rainbow hair?” Ash finally managed to squeak.

Izzy shrugged. “Because genetics are wild.”

Misty groaned and covered her face with her hands. “I think I’m going to be sick.”

Even Piplup looked traumatized as it stared at the screen. It shook its head, muttering, “Piplup…” in what sounded like complete despair.

Leia, however, clapped her hands excitedly. “Pudding is so cuuute! I want a baby wike dat!”

“No, you don’t!” Paul and Dawn yelled simultaneously, both looking utterly horrified.

Paul turned to Izzy, his face red with fury. “Delete it! Delete it now! That… thing should not exist!”

Izzy tilted her head, pretending to think about it. “Hmm… nah. I think I’ll keep it. Maybe I’ll print it out and put it on a mug for your birthday!”

Paul let out a strangled scream. “REGGIE! I’M GOING TO KILL YOUR KIDS!”

Dawn just sank into a chair, rubbing her temples. “I need a vacation. A long, long vacation.”

Izzy, meanwhile, was already sketching her next masterpiece. “Maybe I’ll give Pudding a pet Garchomp! Ooh, or make them a gym leader. This is going to be fun!”

Everyone else groaned in unison, already bracing themselves for the next wave of chaos.

Izzy smirked devilishly as she swiped to the next image on her tablet. “Oh, but don’t worry, Ash and Misty! I didn’t forget about your kid. Behold...your daughter!”

Everyone leaned in cautiously, and then—absolute pandemonium.

The screen displayed a child with Misty’s fiery orange hair, but it was styled in giant, crooked pigtails that defied gravity. The kid’s face was a nightmare: enormous, mismatched eyes that seemed to bulge out, a nose so tiny it was barely there, and lips that were not only oversized but also smeared with what looked like hot pink lipstick. To top it off, the child had a chin so sharp it could cut through steel.

The body was no better—grossly disproportionate, with arms as thin as noodles but legs like tree trunks. The worst part? Izzy had drawn the child holding a massive Magikarp plushie, which somehow made everything more terrifying.

“WHAT IS THAT?!” Misty shrieked, jumping back as if the tablet had suddenly turned into a Gengar.

Ash’s jaw dropped, his face pale as a ghost. “That’s… supposed to be our kid?” He looked like he was about to faint.

“She looks like she’s going to haunt my dreams forever!” Misty cried, covering her face with her hands.

Izzy beamed. “I call her Splashy! Isn’t she cute?!”

“She’s NOT cute!” Misty yelled, her voice cracking. “She looks like she escaped from Lavender Town’s Pokémon Tower!”

Ash shook his head violently. “Why does she look so angry?!”

“Oh, that’s because she gets your attitude, Aunt Misty!” Izzy explained cheerfully. “And I gave her Magikarp because it’s funny!”

Brock, who had been quietly observing, finally broke. “I think I need to lie down.”

May and Max were too horrified to speak, just staring at the image as if it might come to life and attack them.

“Piplup…” Dawn’s Piplup muttered again, slapping its forehead harder this time, as if it couldn’t believe what it was witnessing.

Leia clapped her hands gleefully. “Splashy wooks so pwetty! Can she pway wif Pudding?”

“NO!” Paul, Dawn, Ash, and Misty shouted in unison.

Izzy, completely unbothered, continued her artistic spree. “Hmm, maybe I’ll draw Splashy and Pudding as a tag team in the Pokémon League! They can wear matching outfits!”

Paul glared at her, his face red with rage. “You are officially banned from technology forever!”

“Agreed!” Misty yelled, still trembling.

Izzy just laughed, clearly enjoying the chaos. “Oh, come on! You guys are no fun. Wait until you see my next masterpiece—‘Splashy and Pudding’s Grandma Adventures’!”

Everyone groaned in despair, fully aware that this was far from over.

The door swung open with a loud creak, and Reggie stepped in, looking completely confused by the chaos unfolding in the room. He blinked at the group, then immediately spotted Leia, who was running toward him, her arms flailing.

"DADDY!" Leia yelled with her usual enthusiasm, tackling him in a hug that almost knocked him over. "Daddy, you gotta see what I did!"

Reggie chuckled, lifting Leia up and spinning her around before setting her down again. "What's all this noise about, Leia? What’s going on in here?"

Leia beamed and pointed directly at Izzy, who was holding the tablet proudly. "I made Uncle Pawl and Aunt Dawn’s kid wook sooo funny!"

Reggie’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked at Izzy’s screen, but the second he saw the horrifying image of the "kid," his face turned a shade of green. "Oh no...what... is that?"

Izzy immediately jumped in, grinning ear to ear. "I made their baby! It’s gonna be so cool when they grow up!"

"Please tell me that’s not what you think babies look like," Reggie muttered, his hand on his forehead as if trying to ward off the mental images.

Leia giggled. "It's soooo funny, Daddy! Wook, it’s so fat and squishy!"

"Leia, honey, don’t encourage her!" Reggie said, shaking his head. "What kind of Photoshop nightmare did she just create?"

Izzy shrugged. "It's just art, okay? Art! You all just need to get used to it!"

Reggie turned to Paul and Dawn, now looking both horrified and exhausted. "How did we get here?" he asked, gesturing helplessly. "Why are we involved in… whatever this is?"

Dawn sighed deeply, her hand over her face. "It’s Izzy. She did this. All of it."

"And now she’s somehow roped Leia into her madness," Paul muttered under his breath, rubbing his temples. "Why do I have a feeling this is only the beginning?"

Reggie chuckled but then shot a worried glance at the screen again. "Please tell me the next picture isn’t going to be worse."

Izzy grinned mischievously, swiping to the next photo. "Oh, trust me—it will be."

Everyone, including Reggie, winced in unison. "Izzy," Reggie started slowly, "you’re grounded for the next... I don’t know... forever?"

Izzy just grinned. "Yup! It’s totally worth it!"

Paul and Dawn shared a glance, already knowing this was going to be an exhausting and never-ending day. The battle of "creative art" had only just begun.

Izzy and Leia stood proudly in the middle of the room, each holding up their felt creations with big grins plastered across their faces. There, before everyone, was the felt version of Dawn and Paul’s child — a large, round creature with oversized lips and eyes. And beside it was the felt version of Ash and Misty’s "child," equally ridiculous with its oversized features and squishy body.

"Look, we made your kids! Aren’t they adorable?" Leia giggled, her eyes shining as she showed off the felt babies.

Ash, who had been staring at the monstrosities, suddenly fainted. He collapsed in a heap on the floor, causing everyone to jump.

"ASH!" Misty screamed, rushing to his side. "What happened to him?!"

Izzy and Leia, completely unfazed by Ash’s dramatic collapse, exchanged a nonchalant glance.

"Old men are smelly and dramatic," Izzy said matter-of-factly, crossing her arms. "He'll be fine."

Misty shot her a glare. "Ash isn’t old!"

Izzy rolled her eyes dramatically. "Yeah, he is. You two are acting like you should have great-great-great-great-grandkids by now. Seriously. You’re ancient."

Misty’s face turned bright red. "We’re only ten! Ash is NOT old!"

Leia raised her hand in agreement. "Yeah! Yow’re not old, Mommy!" she said, pointing at Misty, before looking back at Izzy. "But Uncwe Pawl... he’s like a GREAT-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather!"

Paul blinked, his jaw dropping at the idea. "Excuse me? Did you just say I'm what?"

Dawn’s eyes widened. "Wait, wait, wait. No. No, no, no. We're not that old! Stop saying that!"

Izzy waved her hand dismissively. "I’m just saying, you guys should be, like, ancient by now, with the amount of 'greats' you’ve accumulated in your family tree. You guys probably have great-great-great-great-grandkids running around."

Misty, still flustered, turned to Ash, who had finally regained consciousness but was still lying on the floor. "You’re not that old, right?" she asked, slightly panicked.

Ash sat up, his face a mixture of embarrassment and confusion. "I—I don’t know anymore. What is going on here?"

"Doesn’t matter," Izzy said brightly, "we just wanted to make your kid look ridiculous. It’s art!"

Everyone looked at the felt creatures in silence, unsure of how to respond. Paul sighed and rubbed his face. "I should’ve never let Reggie talk me into this."

Dawn gave him a tired smile. "We knew this was going to be a weird day."

Izzy, ignoring the chaos around her, stood proudly holding up the felt babies. "See? We’re great artists!"

Leia nodded enthusiastically, holding her own felt version of their "future child" up high. "Wook! It’s so funny! Uncle Pawl’s and Aunt Dawn’s kid has huge lips! Just like Aunt Dawn!" She giggled, spinning in circles.

Paul let out a long, dramatic sigh. "I’m too young for this."

Izzy glanced at him, raised an eyebrow, and then grinned. "Nah, you’re ancient! Look at those wrinkles!" She poked his cheek, and Paul swatted her hand away.

Misty and Ash were still processing everything, their faces a mix of disbelief and horror. "I think we need to sit down and have a serious talk about boundaries and artistic taste," Ash mumbled.

Izzy just shrugged. "Nah, just let it happen. It’s fun to mess with you all."

And with that, the chaos continued as everyone—now thoroughly traumatized—tried to figure out how to survive the rest of the day.