" So......." Ash said, breaking the awkward silence. " What are we doing today, Professor Rowan?"

" Yeah!* Dawn chimed in. " I'm stoked!"

Wisty scoffed and turned. " You have a class to teach, Rowan."

Rowan rolled his eyes. " We can discuss this later, miss."

Wisty rolled her eyes and walked away, Eevee trailing behind her.

Brock leaned in, " sheesh those two need to calm down."

" You can't really blame 'em." Dawn whispered back. " They are rivals, after all."

" Yeah but even me and Gary weren't like this. The only one time-"

" Mind telling the rest of us what you're whispering about, Ketchum."

Ash turned. " Oh. Easy. I'm -"

Before he could reply he heard stomps.

Dangerous stomps.

" Oh no."

Dawn looked at Ash,. panicked. " What do you mean ' oh no'?!"

Before Ash could reply a very very very angry Wisty barged in. She turned to Rowan.

" You." She said in a dangerous voice. " You. You owe me an explanation right now."

Rowan blinked. " Now-"

Wisty grabbed the dude by the collar. " Don't play dumb with me." She whispered. " I might be eight but I'm way smarter than you."

Rowan opened his mouth, but before he could speak the eight year old did the unthinkable.

She yeeted the professor across the room.

Yeeted.

Ash scrambled to his legs. " Wisty what-*

Wisty turned. " Stay out of this."

Ash backed away nervously. " You got it, ma'am."

Dawn raised a brow. " Why'
d you call her ma'am?*

" Because she's angry."

" Where. Is. My. Togepi?"

Rowan looked up. " I have no ide-"

" TELL ME NOW!"

Gary stepped forward. " Now, Wisty. How about we-"

Wisty grabbed Gary's collar and held him up. " Stay outta this Oak. "

Gary nodded violently. " Okay! Okay! Okay!"

Wisty dropped him and scoffed. "You're lucky I'm one of Professor Oak's assistants and I'm only here for a few days Gary."

Brock, Ash, and Dawn exchanged nervous glances as Wisty stormed around the room like a thunderstorm waiting to strike. Eevee, despite its small size, mirrored its trainer's intimidating presence, growling softly at anyone who dared step closer.

Rowan rubbed his back and groaned, “You are one dangerous child.”

Wisty shot him a glare that could freeze a Gyarados mid-rampage. “You haven’t seen dangerous yet. Now, WHERE. IS. MY. TOGEPI?”

Rowan raised his hands defensively. “I told you, I don’t know! We haven’t seen a Togepi in this lab for months.”

“Liar!” Wisty barked. She stomped closer, her aura so fiery even Chimchar would’ve taken notes. “I have sources that say otherwise. Someone here is hiding something, and it better not be you, Rowan.”

Dawn cautiously stepped forward, whispering to Ash, “Why is she so terrifying? She’s eight!”

Ash shrugged helplessly. “She’s been like this since we were kids. When she gets mad, you just… let her burn out.”

Brock nodded sagely. “Like a Charizard tantrum. Stay low, avoid eye contact.”

Gary, dusting himself off, muttered, “She didn’t need to hold me up like that. I was just trying to help.”

Eevee padded over to Wisty, tugging lightly on her pant leg. “Eevee!” it said insistently, as if trying to calm its trainer down.

Wisty took a deep breath, glaring at Rowan one last time before turning to her Pokémon. “Eevee, fine. I’ll ease up. For now.” She crossed her arms and looked at the others. “But someone better start talking.”

Rowan straightened up, brushing off his coat. “Miss Wisty, if you’d kindly not assault people for five minutes, perhaps we can conduct a civil search for your Togepi.”

Wisty narrowed her eyes, muttering, “Civil, my foot.”

Before anything else could escalate, a loud ringtone shattered the tension. Gary fumbled for his Pokégear, sighing in relief when he saw who was calling. “It’s my grandfather.”

Ash brightened. “Professor Oak! He always knows what to do.”

Gary put the call on speaker. “Gramps, you’ve got impeccable timing. We’ve got a situation over here.”

Professor Oak’s calm voice crackled through the device. “What sort of situation, Gary?”

Wisty snatched the Pokégear from Gary’s hands. “The kind where someone’s taken my Togepi, and Rowan’s pretending he doesn’t know anything!”

Oak chuckled nervously. “Ah, Wisty. Still as… spirited as ever.”

“Flattery won’t save him,” Wisty growled.

Oak cleared his throat. “I might have some insight. There’s been unusual activity in your area recently—energy readings tied to both psychic and fairy types.”

Wisty’s eyes lit up. “That’s Togepi! It’s gotta be! Where?”

“I’ll send the coordinates now,” Oak replied. “But Wisty, do try not to endanger everyone around you, hmm?”

She grinned, tossing the Pokégear back to Gary. “No promises, old man.”

Ash groaned. “And this is why she’s scary.”

Rowan sighed heavily. “Let’s gear up, then. It seems we have a Togepi to find.”

Gary rubbed his temples. “With Wisty leading the charge, this is going to be a long day.”

" Togepi? Oh toooooooogepiiiiii?"

" Eveve? Eev? Eve?"

" Chika? Chiiikaaaaaaaa?"

Wisty looked at her two pokemon. " Find anything?"

" Eve." Eevee shook her head.

Chikorita shook her head sadly, and Wisty let out a small sigh. " She must have wandered deeper."

She checked the coordinates Oak had told her. " It says she should be right here....."

Ash, who was trailing behind her, suggested, " you sure you wrote the right coordinates?*

Wisty shot him a look. " You're lucky the campers are here."

" Sorry sorry!"

" Chika!"

Wisty looked at her grass Pokemon. " You see something?"

" Chiiikaaaaaaaa!" Chikorita pointed her leaf to the rustling bushes.

Wisty took a hopeful step forward. " Togepi?"

The Pokemon jumped out.

It was her Charmander.

" You didn't find her?*

" Char...." Charmander sadly shook his head.

" Oh, Charmander. It's okay. We'll find her, okay?"

" Char...."

" Eevee?" Eevee pointed one of her brown paws to the other bush.

Wisty checked her point plotter. " Yeah, that should roughly match the coordinates."

" Please let it be the Togepi...." Rowan muttered.

It was a Mr. Mime.

Wisty turned to Rowan. " You-"

Gary grabbed his Poke gear and dialed his grandpa. " Grandpa help!"

The call clicked, and soon the voice of Professor Oak rang through, though it was noticeably shaky.

“Gary? What’s going on? What do you need?”

Wisty, her expression twisted into a mischievous grin, sidled over to Gary. “Gramps,” she started sweetly, in a tone that promised trouble. “We have a little... situation here.”

Oak sighed, already knowing he was in for something. “What is it this time, Wisty?”

Wisty tilted her head and let out a little chuckle. “Oh, just the fact that your coordinates were completely off. We’ve got a Mr. Mime where Togepi should be. Could you kindly explain that?”

There was a long pause on the other end, and Gary groaned, his face turning a shade of crimson. "Wisty, don't—"

“Oh no, I will,” she interjected, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “See, it’s a Mr. Mime that doesn’t look anything like a Togepi. A Mr. Mime, Gramps. Do you know what that means?”

There was another pause, and Oak’s voice wavered. “Well, I... I didn’t think—”

“You didn’t think? You didn’t think?” Wisty’s voice dropped dangerously low, her tiny fists balling up in mock fury. “You gave me wrong coordinates! Do you realize what that means? I’m walking around in a forest looking for a Togepi when I should be playing with my Togepi! And instead, I’m stuck here with a Mr. Mime! Why? Because of you!”

Ash stepped back nervously, casting a glance at Rowan, who had paled at the thought of Wisty’s rage being turned on him. Rowan muttered, “I’ve seen kids like her... and none of them are this terrifying.”

Wisty continued her tirade. “What’s your excuse, huh, Oak? Were you too busy with your Weedle or Caterpie to check the coordinates? Maybe you were out picking berries and forgot about your very important assistant and her very important Togepi!”

On the other end of the line, Oak was sweating now. His voice was frail, a far cry from the confident professor he usually was. “Wisty... I—well, I... It seems the data might have been... corrupted? I-I wasn’t aware the readings were so off.”

“Corrupted?” Wisty laughed, her voice rich with amusement. “You mean to tell me the great Professor Oak made a mistake? How unbelievable! And here I thought you were reliable! Honestly, Grandpa, you should’ve checked your work. I’m so disappointed.”

Gary’s face was now completely red with embarrassment, and he shot a pleading look at Wisty. “Wisty, please, don’t—”

But Wisty wasn’t done. “Oh, don’t worry, Gary. I’m just getting started.” She then leaned in closer to the Pokégear, making her voice sweet again. “You know, Professor... You’ve put me in a very dangerous position. I could be out there with a wild Pokemon for hours because of your little mistake. You wouldn't want me to come after you, would you?”

There was a long, tense silence, and then Oak’s voice cracked. “I... I’ll send you the new coordinates right away. Just... don’t hurt me, Wisty...”

Wisty let out a satisfied grin, “That’s more like it, Professor. And remember—one more wrong move, and I’m coming for you. Got it?”

“I-I got it,” Oak stammered, his voice almost a whisper.

Gary sighed in relief as Wisty ended the call with a dramatic flick of her wrist. She turned back to the group, her earlier frustration replaced with a smug grin.

“Well, at least someone knows how to get things done,” she said triumphantly, glancing at Gary. “Right, Gary?”

Gary glared at her, rubbing his temples. “You’re impossible.”

Ash laughed nervously. “You know, Wisty, I think I’ve learned a valuable lesson today.”

“Oh?” Wisty raised an eyebrow.

“Never make you mad,” Ash said with a sheepish grin. “You’re like a walking disaster zone.”

“Darn right I am,” Wisty said, her tone lightening. “But hey, I’m just making sure things get done. Anyway, let’s go see if the new coordinates are better.”

Rowan, still stunned by the whole exchange, managed a weak smile. “Well, I guess we’d better get moving then.”