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It was a nice day on the beach, the Rising Volt Tacklers finally had some time off from saving the world and all that stuff, so they decided to go to the beach again.
The humans were all off swimming in the sea or dozing in lounge chairs.
The Pokémon were all playing a somewhat unusal format of volleyball together. Mewoscarada’s team was winning, as the cat opted for using her strings to control the ball… Quaquaval’s group wasn’t far behind, the dancer’s nimble legwork and subsequent ball tricks were quite spectacular. Most of the Pokémon were mostly just cheering, rather than contributing much to the game. Captain Pikachu was content with the role of the judge.
The game was abruptly interrupted by an almost deafening cry of a huge flock of Wingulls.
The birds sat down on the field and started to peck at the ball. Meowscarada meowed in a warning, but the Wingulls thought nothing of it. Quaquaval gestured towards the flock and quacked at them, in hope that the fellow birds will understand, but to no avail. The Wingulls kept pecking, the destruction of the ball was imminent.
Skeledirge used his singing flame to distract the gulls for a moment, and the rest of the Pokémon gathered around to convene on what to do next.
Lycanroc barked in a long monologue.
“Pika.” Said Cap. Everyone agreed.
The Pokémon dispersed to execute the plan.
Lycanroc ran up to Murdock, who was sitting under an umbrella, sipping a drink, which also had an umbrella in it.
“Huh? What is it? Is something wrong?” Murdock asked
Lycanroc started barking, running around and pantomiming. Alcremie joined in the attempt to convey what needed to be done.
“I see. You need me to whip up a huge amount of bread.” Murdock nodded.
Lycanroc and Alcremie jumped up in joy.
They quickly got to work.
In the meantime, Meowscarada, Quaquaval and Skeledirge were distracting the Wingulls with their moves, who acted as if they were addicted to the ball at this point. The Tandemaus sneakily carried the ball away, into the shadow of an umbrella, to keep it safe for a while. Tinkaton positioned herself strategically to intercept any stray birds coming in this direction. Gholdengo created a bunch of shiny coins, in hopes that the Wingulls would be satisfied with them. Pawmi stopped Gholdengo from throwing around too much gold. What if the Wingulls hurt their beaks on the hard metal?
Then, Lycanroc rushed back into the scene, carrying a basket of fresh bread. Meowscarada used her threads to cut the bread in smaller pieces, and everyone created a trail of crumbs to guide the gulls away from the volleyball court.
The Wingulls were gullible enough to get caught by this scheme… But a new threat arose.
Some of the thread disappeared...down Pawmi’s throat. The bread tasted godly. Tinkaton reprimanded it, and the plan could continue. The Wingulls all settled down to nap and digest their meal. The game could resume.