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Ingo woke up with a need. A need to cheese.
A need to cheese Volo, specifically.
After Akari had restored his memory of the cheesing phenomenon, he had quietly stocked up Kraft Singles from his arcazon and had been storing them in his rotom fridge.
Volo was like him, always wearing a hat. Was he bald? Probably not. He seemed young, after all.
Volo was also kind of weird about Arceus specifically so maybe throwing cheese at him that was bestowed upon Ingo from Arceus himself would quench the blonde mans divine thirst.
As long as he disclosed the fact that the cheese was from Arceus, that is.
(He probably wouldn't.)
Ingo was planning a sneak attack. Akari was also going to help, just eager to cheese more people. She had even managed to cheese Commander Kamado and Adaman, which was very impressive! She had attempted to cheese Chiyo, but the Froslass had just frozen the offending slice in mid-air.
The wind rustled ominously as Ingo approached the merchant from behind, hiding behind a large conviently-placed bush.
He readied his weapon, rolling his shoulder in preparation for the impending cheesening.
Akari ran up to Volo, doing her job as the distraction. She flashed Ingo a thumbs up, and then it was time.
Ingo aimed with precision, the loud smack of cheese against skin being heard for miles as it planet itself directly on the back of Volo's neck.
Ingo ducked back behind the bush as Volo squawked, hands reaching back to peel the Kraft Single off of his neck. Akari looked like she had just shoved a whole lemon into her mouth, trying desperately not to laugh and only semi-succeeding.
"WHO THREW THAT?!" Volo yelled, looking around manically, eyes dark with a need for violence.
This was hilarious.
When Volo turned around again, Ingo threw another neon slice of plastic cheese, this time landing directly on top of Volo's hat. Ingo threw another one, landing straight onto Volo's face as he turned around again.
"WARDEN INGO?!?" Oh shit.
"UNCLE INGO RUN!!" Akari was laughing so hard she could barely breathe, and Volo gave chase. Ingo ran as fast as he possibly could, but unfortunately Volo was younger and faster.
Volo ripped his hat off, stacked the remaining Kraft Singles and placed them on Ingo's head.
Lady Sneasler licked them off later.