The makeshift "wedding" was already spiraling into chaos before it had even begun. Dawn stood awkwardly in her pale blue gown, the veil slipping over her eyes, while Kenny fiddled uncomfortably with the collar of his starched shirt.

“I’m going to murder my nieces,” Dawn muttered through gritted teeth.

“Get in line,” Kenny hissed, tugging at the green vest. “Why does this thing feel like a straitjacket?”

Mia clapped her hands loudly. “Quiet, quiet, everyone! The ceremony is about to begin!” She turned dramatically to Avery. “Avery, the rings!”

Avery held up two very real-looking wedding bands with a proud grin. “I got dese fwom da jewelry box in Mommy’s room!”

Dawn’s eyes widened in horror. “Wait, what? Mia, those are real! You can’t just—”

“Shhh!” Mia shushed her with a regal wave of her hand. “Aunt Dawn, you’re ruining the magic. Now, let’s begin. Uncle Kenny, it’s time for your vows.”

Kenny froze, his eyes darting between the very confused guests—Ash, Misty, Brock, May, and Drew—and Dawn, whose expression could melt steel. “I, uh, don’t have any vows…”

“Oh, don’t worry!” Mia chirped. She whipped out a folded piece of paper. “I wrote them for you. Here, read this!”

Kenny reluctantly took the paper, unfolding it slowly like it was about to explode. As he read the first line, his face turned bright red. “M-Mia, I can’t say this.”

“Yes, you can,” she said sweetly, her smile not at all matching the steely look in her eyes.

Dawn crossed her arms. “Let me see that.” She snatched the paper from Kenny, scanned it, and immediately turned as red as his hair. “Mia! This is insane!”

Mia ignored her, folding her hands. “Uncle Kenny, you may begin.”

Kenny cleared his throat, glaring at Mia before looking at Dawn with sheer reluctance. “Fine,” he grumbled, holding up the paper. “Dawn, from the moment I first met you, I knew you were… uh… a light in my life. Your kindness, your strength, and your… uh, radiant beauty—”

Ash snorted. “Radiant?”

“Shut up, Ash!” Kenny barked before continuing, clearly mortified. “Your radiant beauty inspires me every day. You make me want to be a better person, and I can’t imagine life without you.”

By this point, Dawn looked like she wanted the floor to swallow her whole. “That’s enough,” she muttered, face buried in her hands.

“No, Aunt Dawn, it’s your turn!” Mia chirped, pulling out another piece of paper.

Dawn stared at the paper like it was cursed. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“I’m very serious,” Mia replied with a grin. “Read.”

Dawn groaned but read it anyway, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Kenny, your laughter is my favorite melody. Your heart is my safe haven. Together, I feel like we can conquer anything because you… complete me.”

Kenny nearly choked. “Wow, that’s… uh… something.”

Misty whispered to Ash, “This is either the most awkward thing I’ve ever seen or the funniest.”

“Why not both?” Brock said with a chuckle.

Dawn shot daggers at the peanut gallery before turning back to Mia. “Are we done now?”

Mia shook her head. “Not yet! Avery, say the magic words.”

Avery puffed up her chest proudly. “You may kiss da bride!”

“WHAT?!” Dawn and Kenny yelled in unison, stepping away from each other like they were allergic.

“No way,” Dawn added firmly. “Absolutely not.”

“But Aunt Dawn, it’s a wedding!” Avery insisted, her bottom lip trembling. “Weddings have kisses!”

“Yeah, but this isn’t a real—”

“Do it, or I’ll cry,” Avery interrupted, her lip wobbling dramatically.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Kenny muttered, glancing at Dawn.

“Just a quick one,” Mia said, looking far too satisfied. “Or she’ll cry. Your choice.”

With every pair of eyes on them, Kenny sighed heavily. “Fine. Let’s just get this over with.”

“Don’t you dare make it weird,” Dawn snapped, leaning in slightly.

“Me make it weird?” Kenny countered as their noses almost bumped.

Finally, with the speed of two people ripping off a bandage, they gave each other the quickest, most awkward peck on the lips. The room erupted in cheers—mostly from Mia and Avery—while Dawn and Kenny stood there, looking like they’d just run a marathon.

As the ceremony finally wound down, Dawn’s Piplup and Kenny’s Prinplup were rolling on the floor laughing, their little flippers pounding the ground in delight.

“This,” Dawn muttered, glaring at her nieces, “is never happening again.”

Kenny nodded solemnly. “Agreed.” Then, with a sideways glance at Dawn, he added, “But, uh… you did look kinda nice in that dress.”

Dawn groaned. “Shut up, Kenny.”