Are you tired from the battles fought?

[Well, here's something we haven't seen in a while. What is it, you may ask?]

[It's Ironhide. Standing on his Onix's head and... looking hopelessly lost. Judging from the landscape, he's left Olivine, finally, only to wander into some forest somewhere. Napalm's head barely clears the tops of the trees.]

... Scrap.

[He says a few more choice words -- none of them technically printable -- and squints down at the 'gear.]

[Cliffjumper always had the map, when they went out...]

Where is the compass function on this thing? Trying to get to Goldenrod or... wherever it is the kid has gone.

Towns all sound the same... hnmf.

[This is Ironhide-Speak for: Where the hell am I.]

[The 'gear clicks on to show a little Corgi-like Growlithe bouncing around, with an Eletrike. Part of the view is hidden behind a pair of booted feet.]

[They're rolling across a lawn, barking and chasing each other. Honestly, it looks like they're having the BEST TIME EVER. At some point, Dog pounces on Rascal, and the two go rolling into some bushes. Almost immediately, Dog is darting back out again, followed closely by Rascal. The two proceed to continue this merry chase all over the lawn, until Dog runs behind the feet.]

[Her nose fills the screen.]

... This is not what I meant by training the canines.

[Apparently those feet belong to Ironhide, and, as usual, he does not sound all that pleased with his Pokemon's antics.]

[The feed clicks off, only to resume a moment later, with the old 'bot's face filling the screen instead of two frolicking puppies.]

Everyone calmed down after that... Halloween... thing? Or are you all still crazed?