Bob Sladfigy VS The Evil Pastry Fairy {?!?}

Somehow, even though Bob was blindly dashing through the forest, he managed to avoid all the trees. Meanwhile, the Wingull was still swiftly flying after him. It seemed as though he was perfectly content to just follow Bob. After all, Bob was a very entertaining Pokemon to follow.

But after a few minutes, the Wingull decided to say something. "Hey! Wait up! Your not going to find any Muffins like this!" He called after the strange Zigzagoon. 'Muffins don't grow in the forest. They grow at the bottom of lakes. Why did my compass point us here?' He thought. Yes, the poor birdy still thought that muffins were those slimy green seaweed-like plants that he picked up from the lake.

In Bob's current state of mind, he was starting to stray from the North Road's path. He probably didn't notice those bushes he was getting ready to run into. As a matter of fact, he probably didn't even hear the voices of two or three Pokemon, coming from beyond those bushes.

A gasp could be heard and suddenly Bob could hear the voices of two Pokemon clearly...

"Oh. My. Gosh. Becky, what the heck is that?" A Volbeat flew over to Bob and then hovered behind him. "What the heck? Why are you eating that bush?" The tone of the Volbeat's voice was slightly snobbish.

Then a Illumise flew over and hovered in front of Bob and the bush. "It looks like a Zigzagoon. But it's fur is weird..." This Pokemon also had a slightly snobbish voice. "Hey, whats with the weird appearance?" She asked Bob.

Just then, the Wingull flew up to Bob and landed on the bush that Bob had been eating. "Hey...it's not very nice to ignore people..." He huffed, now realizing how tired he was from chasing after Bob. Then he looked up at the two Bug Pokemon. "Friends of your's?" He asked Bob.

While Bob was talking to Wingull, the other two Pokemon turned away and started to whisper to each other. They weren't going to try and tell Bob that he was a Zigzagoon, like most Pokemon would. Somehow, they knew that would be pointless. They only stopped whispering to themselves when Bob let out a ground breaking laugh of doom.

Illumise was the first of the two to talk. "What brings you to the North Road?" She first asked. Then, without waiting for an answer, she continued. "Are you perhaps...on an adventure?" She asked him, with a mischievous smile.

Volbeat was the next to talk. " You look like a very strong and brave Pokemon. I bet you could beat anyone you met in a Pokemon battle." She smoothly complemented him, obviously trying to appeal to whatever ego Bob may have. "Do you think you could go on a little...'quest' for us?" She asked him.

Wingull flapped his wings, irritated. He already didn't like these two Pokemon. "Quest? QUEST?!" He squawked loudly. "We don't need to go on a quest! We're just looking for muffins. I mean...going to Grass Town!" He said.

Illumise and Volbeat looked at each other and smirked. There could be a few reasons different reasons as to why they did. Maybe they were amused by Bob's ego. Maybe they were amused by the fact that Bob still thought he was a Piplup. Or maybe it was because having Bob go on a 'quest' was going to be easier then they thought.

"I just knew you would say yes! Thank you so much!" Volbeat said, with a pretty smile and a excited little hop. "Of course, we'll be sure to reward you handsomely. Like all heroes get rewarded." She added.

"Fantastic. We need you to find a certain item of ours. We lost it deep in the forest and haven't been able to find it since." Illumise explained. "It's a basket that we used to use to pick berries with. It's really old, it's been passed down through our family for generations now. It's small, light brown...very normal looking." She told him.

Wingull had quieted down for the time being. He just hovered nearby, grumbling about how a certain 'air head' is already starting to not listen to him.

Wingull's squawking didn't quiet down, but he did stop flying in circles. Instead, he hovered in place and listened to what Bob said. Equal partners, eh? He eyed Bob carefully. Could he trust Bob? Then he looked back at Illumise and Volbeat.

Going on some crazy adventure in the forest was sure to be more interesting then hanging out with these two. But when Wingull looked back at Bob to say something, Bob wasn't there! He was already charging into the forest. "WAIT FOR ME YOU STRANGE FURBALL!" Wingull squawked, flying swiftly after him.

When the two were half a mile into the deep part of the forest, they could see a tree with it's roots covering a large boulder. The boulder seemed to have a wide entrance. From the entrance they could see a light. Also, a delicious smell started to linger in the air. It smelled like someone inside the boulder was cooking dinner and a good one at that!

Coincidentally, the boulder-house's occupant was a Grumpig. This was, perhaps, unfortunate for the Grumpig, as he was completely unaware of the 'quest' that Bob and Wingull had been sent on.

At the moment, the Grumpig was contentedly cooking dinner for himself, stewing a collection of berries in a pot. This produced a wonderful smell, as the scents of the berries were released and mixed together to form the delicious aroma that had attracted the two adventurers. The berries had released juice as they cooked, and the juice mixed to form the stew. Judging from how the Grumpig appeared to be putting finishing touches into the soup, he was nearly done.

The Psychic-type was taken completely by surprise when Bob charged in. He nearly dropped the pot that he had just been removing from the fire, but managed to save the stew from the floor at the last second. "Whoah! What are you doing, barging in to my house like this! Couldn't you at least knock?" he cried, startled by the Zigzagoon's arrival.

Wingull was taken completely by surprise by Bob's sudden dash into the boulder-house. "H-hey! Wait up, wait up!" he squawked, swooping into the entrance after the crazed Zigzagoon. He spotted the Grumpig and hurriedly tried to apologize for Bob. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry! This airhead is completely crazy! I can't do anything to stop him running in like this!" he said quickly. The Grumpig continued to look somewhat incredulous.

The Grumpig didn't even look at Wingull or back at Bob. Instead, he turned to a small wooden table and scooped up what he was going to put in the soup next before Bob could see it. "U-uh, yeah sure, fine. You can have some soup, just hang on a second..." with his arms firmly wrapped around the item, he ran into the next room. Whatever it was he was going to put in the soup, he clearly didn't want Bob or Wingull to see it.

When he came back, it was with two wooden bowls. One for Bob and one for Wingull. Carefully, he pour some soup into each bowl. Then, after he had given Bob and Wingull a bowl, he handed Bob a spoon. He didn't bother with giving Wingull a spoon, because he knew that the bird-type would just dip his beak into the soup and drink it.

"Thanks! At least someone doesn't ignore me!" The Wingull said, now a little more cheerful. He landed on the floor and started to drink the soup. Judging by Wingull's reaction, the soup was very good.

Now Grumpig looked over at Bob, this time a lot calmer. "So...did you say you were looking for me? And that you wanted to ask me something about a basket?" He asked Bob.

When he heard what the odd Zigzagoon had to say, the Grumpig seemed to be deep in thought. When he was done, he looked up at Bob, then at Wingull, then to Bob again. "Yes, I have the basket. But no, I can't just give it to you. Those two have lost this same basket before. So before I give it back, you two must do something for me." He said.

Wingull seemed to be up for it, surprisingly. "Lets do it Bob. After all, this nice Grumpig gave that wonderful soup!" he squawked the last word. He still sounded a little crazed, but over all, the soup had calmed him down. After all, he wasn't flying in circles over Bob's head or anything.