And now, the conclusion of this minisode:
Inspired by the rhythm their beds made, Buneary dashed from her bed and began drumming on the closet door. Piplup joined in with a rubber band bass. Pikachu decided to make some panpipes from stray straws, but he gave those to Happini before dashing over to the air conditioner to turn it on, making a drone to compliment the makeshift instruments. An idea hit him: Why make instruments when we can get the ones we have out again?
He silenced the tune and switched off the air conditioner for a moment. [Happini? You want to play the panpipes or do you want the whistle again?]
[I'm happy with the panpipes for now.] Happini replied. Pikachu nodded and rummaged in the toy box for a moment before surfacing with his harmonica again. [Okay!] he called as he switched on the air conditioner again. [And one, two, three!] With that, the semi-makeshift band began playing once again…
Back with the humans…
“Did one of you leave the radio on?” Ash yawned as he tried to tune out the noise.
“I turned it off an hour ago…” Dawn replied.
“And I asked them to put the instruments away until the morning.” Brock added.
“So why am I still hearing music?” Ash asked.
“Either the TV’s on, someone else is playing their music too loud, or the Pokemon ignored my warning…” Brock yawned.
“I’ll go look this time.” Dawn volunteered. She slipped out of bed and trooped down the hall, expecting to see the four Pokemon jamming away. But when she looked in the room, all four were sound asleep. “Oh…I’m sorry for intruding, you guys…” she sheepishly giggled as she shut the door.
[Is she gone?] Buneary asked.
[Carry on!] Pikachu replied, making the jazzy tune come blaring from the bedroom again, surprising Dawn. I’ll check the TV JUST to be sure it’s not the Pokemon… she thought as she arrived in the living room, which was actually on. After turning it off, she started back to the bedroom, content–at least until the blaring melody started again.
She dashed back and looked inside the Pokemon’s bedroom again, only to find them fast asleep. “I could’ve sworn…”
The melody started a third time, yet when Dawn checked, the Pokemon were still fast asleep. “So that’s their little game, is it…” she deviously smiled as she shut the door, waiting for the melody to start again. On cue, the harmonica, panpipes, bass, and door resumed their song, and Dawn opened the door again, looking to catch them in the act. “Caught y-” she started, but blushed when she noticed the four Pokemon asleep. “I must be imagining things…” she sighed as she returned to the humans’ bedroom.
“Any luck?” Brock asked.
“No…every time I look in on the Pokemon, they’re asleep, but when I turn to leave, the music starts again.” Dawn explained.
A trill of a Pokeflute got her attention. “Oh, Ash, not you too…” she groaned.
“Look at it this way: all the threatening, taking away and discipline in the world isn’t going to stop them…” Ash began. “So if you can’t beat them, join them!”
“All right, you talked me into it.” Brock replied with a smile.
Pikachu smiled when he saw their human masters arrive not to confiscate their instruments but to join in–Ash on Pokeflute, Dawn on tambourine, and Brock on guitar. The seven of them jammed on into the night–and for one night, the magic of music won out over sleep.
THE END
