Christmas in Dream Valley 1999
Tabby and Sugarberry
Tabby was not too surprised when her mother showed up on her porch one Saturday
afternoon. It was customary for her relatives to show up unexpectedly at her house. However, as
she stared at the pastel blue unicorn waiting outside the door with a suitcase held in her hoof, it
began to set-in on Tabby what a visit from her mother meant. In the end, she just
All this had taken place in about three seconds. The dignified Agatha Fershund,
was not phased by her daughter's reaction. "Now, Tabitha, I didn't alarm you, did I? I meant to
call before arriving, but I was never able to," Agatha said promptly, brushing past Tabby and
entering the house. "Yes, I suppose this is a nice enough place. I wouldn't think it's large
"What are you doing here, Mom?" Tabby was finally able to say. "And
"It is only a few weeks before Christmas, and it has been so long since I've been to
Valley after moving to Italy," Agatha explained. "I thought I'd visit for the holiday season. I
knew you wouldn't mind having me. You don't, do you?"
"That depends..." Tabby said slowly.
Agatha continued on further into the house, ignoring Tabby's last remark. "Is Tamara
home? You must inform her of my arrival."
"She's in her room," Tabby supplied. "I'll go get her." Before Agatha could comment
further, Tabby had scurried up the stairs and threw open Tamara's bedroom door. "Tamara!
We've got company!"
"Oh, Tabby, you just made me smudge my eyeshadow," Tamara scowled, reaching for a
Kleenex. "What was that you just said?"
"Mom has just shown up unannounced on my doorstep, much the same way you did,"
Tabby filled in quickly. "She's staying for Christmas, and I just hope she's not going to make
my life miserable!"
"Aunt Agatha?" Tamara squealed, abruptly standing up from her chair. "She's
here? Now? Oh, this is so exciting!" She dashed out into the hallway.
"I wish I could share your enthusiasm," Tabby muttered as she followed after.
"Oh, Aunt Agatha, it's so good to see you again!" Tamara exclaimed, running to her
"Tamara, your eyeshadow is smudged," Agatha frowned, inspecting her niece for the
time in years.
"It is?" Tamara gasped. "I thought I'd wiped that off. Ooh-- Tabby!" She
promptly fled to the bathroom to get her face properly fixed up.
"While we're waiting for Tamara, why don't you show me to my room?" Agatha
suggested cheerfully to Tabby.
"Eh... your room?" Tabby faltered.
"Of course!" Agatha said briskly. "All well-equipped houses should have at least five
spare rooms to be prepared for all emergencies."
"My last empty one was taken over by Tamara... all the other rooms have My Little
People and stuff in," Tabby said meekly.
A shadow crossed Agatha's face. "You should really do something about that, Tabitha.
suppose the couch will do for me. You do still have a living room in this place, don't you?"
"Oh, excuse that delay, Aunt Agatha," Tamara said breathlessly, coming up on the two,
minus the smudged make-up. "Why don't we go to the living room and we can all catch
"Yes, Tabitha was just informing me that I would have to use that as my temporary
room," Agatha said. "But I must make allowances. Now, where is it?"
Once everyone was seated around the coffee table and Agatha's suitcase was stashed
to the couch, the conversation began. "Aunt Agatha, first off you have to tell me what you're
doing here," Tamara started off.
"I just wanted to visit over the holiday season; nothing in particular," Agatha smiled. "I
think I'll stay over New Year's."
"You didn't bring... anyone along, did you?" Tabby asked anxiously.
"That reminds me, Tabitha, have you given any more thought to Guido?" Agatha
questioned. "He really is quite charming."
"Mom! I thought you'd given up on that!" Tabby protested.
"I've simply given up hope for Tabby ever getting married," Tamara sniffed. "It's
trying to convince her."
"We must never give up hope!" Agatha said quickly. "How about you, Tamara? I'm
you've met up with a handsome stallion by now."
"Oh, yes, of course," Tamara said dreamily. "There's Tex. You'll really like him when
you meet him, Aunt Agatha."
"Tex? I seem to remember that name..." Agatha said thoughtfully.
"He's the one that put those awful worms in my lunchbox in sixth grade," Tabby
"That's right!" Agatha recalled. "What's he doing for a living now?"
"He runs a cool salsa shop," Tamara said excitedly. "I'll have to show you that, too. I
even got to help him out a few times--"
"A salsa shop? Is that the tacky-looking place I saw with the large red pepper out
Agatha said, horrified.
"Well-- yes," Tamara said, slightly confused by her aunt's reaction. "He does sell mild
salsas, too, if you're concerned about that..."
"I can't believe you are being seen with the lowly owner of a local salsa shop," Agatha
said indignantly. "It's a disgrace to the family name!"
Tamara shrunk back in her chair. "Really, just wait'll you meet him..."
"Oh, Mom, you won't like him any better then," Tabby said quickly, who was rather
pleased with how things were going now. "He's really quite hard to get along with."
"We will just have to see..." Agatha murmured. "It's so hard keeping you girls in line
when I'm not around."
"He's not hard to get along with at all," Tamara interjected. "Tabby, you're wrong; and
Aunt Agatha, you'll understand when you meet him."
"Like I said, Tamara, we'll see," Agatha said firmly. "And now, Tabitha, what are we
going to do with you?"
"What do you mean by that?" Tabby gulped.
"There must be plenty of good-looking stallions around town," Agatha prodded. "If
can't get along with Guido, you must pick someone else out."
"Oh, Aunt Agatha, she's been seeing Thomas for the past year now," Tamara said
impatiently. "But there's still no hope for her getting married."
"It hasn't been a year yet," Tabby snapped, but quickly recoiled when she realized what
she'd said. "Eh... that is..."
"Of course, she never fully admits it," Tamara continued. "Like you're seeing
"I've never been informed of this Thomas before," Agatha said, eyeing her daughter.
"Who is he, Tabitha?"
"Well... he runs the vet clinic in Dream Valley now," Tabby said slowly.
"Ah-hah! Is he the one that run you out of business?" Agatha queried.
"And how successful is his clinic?"
"Pretty successful, I guess... better than mine was..."
"Hmm, I'm so glad I found out about this," Agatha said thoughtfully. "How often do
see him, Tabitha?"
"Hah! ‘Sometimes'!" Tamara laughed. "They're always at the Satin Slipper Sweet
Shoppe together. Or at the... really-fancy-restaurant-place-thing. Or--"
"How nice!" Agatha said delightedly. "I can't wait to find out about all your friends,
"You can meet Sugarberry and Chocolate Chip at supper tonight," Tabby said
"Are you having them over this evening?" Agatha questioned.
"Oh, no! I always eat supper at Sugarberry's," Tabby said matter-of-factly.
"Sugarberry was always so nice to you," Agatha sighed. "But don't you think you
make your own meals?"
"Of course not," Tabby said in dismissal. "I can't cook a thing to save my name."
"It's true," Tamara added.
"Tabitha! You can't cook?" Agatha gasped. "Certainly, I have my maids to do that, but
know how to fix a meal myself. We'll have to do something about this, as well!"
"I hate cooking," Tabby interjected. "It's time-consuming. And then there's the Satin
Slipper Sweet Shoppe for dessert."
"That's all beside the point," Agatha declared. "I'm just going to have to teach
"But why?" Tabby wailed.
"When you get married--"
"--she won't," Tamara interrupted.
"--you will have to know," Agatha finished. "But we can save cooking lessons for later.
We'll have plenty of time. But, for tonight, I suppose we can visit Sugarberry. Who is that
Chocolate Chip pony you mentioned? And is that pirate Barnacle still around? How are the
princesses of the Royal Paradise doing? Do you still have that cat of yours-- Callie, is it?
* * *
"Mrs. Fershund, I just can't believe you're actually here in Dream Valley!" Sugarberry
gasped, her eyes open wide, after the story had been explained to her and Chocolate Chip.
"Oh, please, call me Agatha," Agatha smiled dazzlingly. "And it's so good to be
"If I'd known, I would have prepared something better for supper," Sugarberry
"Besides Hamburger Helper," Tabby grimaced as she peered into her friend's
"Never mind about that, Sugarberry," Agatha said quickly. "It's kind enough of you to
the cooking for Tabitha." She glanced over at her daughter disapprovingly.
"We're used to Tabby coming over here every night," Chocolate Chip laughed. She was
boarding with Sugarberry while attending Pony Pride University.
"That may be, but I'm still going to teach her to use her own kitchen while I'm here,"
Agatha said. "Even Tamara can fend for herself-- and not just on cherry pie filling."
"What did you think of Tarquin, Mom?" Tabby asked brightly, changing the
"He's rather charming, for a Pokèmon," Agatha declared. "I really must learn more
"Oh, I can teach you everything," Tabby said enthusiastically.
"You'd better be able to; you're the Pokèmon nurse," Sugarberry pointed out.
"I'd kinda like to get a Togepi if I ever get a Pokèmon for myself," Chocolate Chip said
"Togepi? But it's so... unsettling," Tabby said slowly.
"However," Agatha said firmly, ending the conversation on Pokèmon, "those lessons
have to wait until the more important matters are attended to."
"Like getting me married," Tabby muttered under her breath.
"Precisely," Agatha said brightly, overhearing her daughter's remark.
"Well, shall we sit down to eat?" Sugarberry suggested.
Seated around the table, the four ponies were too busily occupied with talking to pay
much attention to the meal. "So, you just got here this afternoon, Agatha?" Sugarberry
"Correct," Agatha nodded. "I would have caught an earlier flight, but it just wasn't
"Well, it's still two weeks before Christmas," Chocolate Chip pointed out.
"Yes, but I want to spend every possible second with Tabby and her friends," Agatha
"Aww," Sugarberry sighed happily.
She wants to spend every possible second getting me married, Tabby figured to
Their conversation progressed onto several more topics, but the time to leave finally
arrived. "And, Sugarberry, it's been lovely talking to you and Chocolate Chip, and thank you
very much for the meal," Agatha started, pushing back her chair. "But Tabitha and I should go
back to her house now to prepare for the Satin Slipper Sweet Shoppe."
"Of course," Sugarberry smiled. "I'll be there, too, so we'll probably run into each other
"You've still got to tell me more about Italy, Agatha," Chocolate Chip added.
"We have to wash the dishes, so you'll get there before us, Tabby," Sugarberry
"Dishes?" Agatha's eyes flew open. "Why, Sugarberry--"
"Oh, that's fine," Sugarberry assured her. "Chocolate Chip and I will do okay. You go
along on your way."
"Wonderful," Tabby said weakly, not sure whether she would rather endure dish-drying
with Sugarberry or a make-over by her mother.
* * *
"Tabby, your mane is lop-sided!" Agatha protested as she primped over Tabby's
appearance in preparation for the Satin Slipper Sweet Shoppe.
"Lop-sided?" Tabby questioned, cocking her head.
"And your necklace is hanging crookedly," Agatha frowned as she adjusted the silver
chain around her daughter's neck.
"It's just the Satin Slipper Sweet Shoppe, Mom," Tabby said helplessly. "There's no
"Now, Tabitha," Agatha said seriously. "Your father gave me this necklace after a trip
involving the flying saucer men. Or was it the Incan Yetis? Wait, no, something to do with Loch
"That's fascinating," Tabby murmured, looking down at the chain with newfound
She'd never known her father, as he was lost on a hiking expedition in the Himalaya Mountains
shortly before she was born. She only knew him through the tales her mother told her.
"I suppose you look satisfactory now," Agatha said critically after messing with Tabby's
"You didn't make this much of a fuss when we went over to Sugarberry's," Tabby
"There were no young stallions at Sugarberry's house," Agatha said immediately.
"You're not really going to teach me to cook, are you?" Tabby asked hesitantly after a
Agatha raised her eyebrows. "Of course I am! You need the training."
"I'll fail. You'll see," Tabby said confidently.
"Tabitha, we must get to the Satin Slipper Sweet Shoppe," Agatha urged, changing the
subject. "Tamara is ahead of us, and I must find out more about this Tex, as well as your
Tabby lifted her head up into the air in order to look unconcerned. "Of course, Mom."
She swiftly thrust open her front door and walked off into the dark evening.
"Tabitha, be sure to walk with your hooves pointing outwards!" Agatha called after her
she locked the door up.
* * *
"Well, here we are," Tabby commented, stopping as they reached the building of the
Slipper Sweet Shoppe.
"It doesn't look much different from before," Agatha said, scrutinizing the establishment.
"I still remember the time after we got married when Hubert brought me here..." she trailed off
with a starry look in her eyes.
"Come on, we might as well go inside," Tabby prodded. "It's no use standing out here
"Oh, yes, of course." Agatha came out of her daydream and followed Tabby through
door. "I suppose you still always insist upon having a strawberry sundae, Tabitha."
"Obviously," Tabby said promptly. "Nothing can compare to a strawberry
"Just like Hubert," Agatha commented.
"Another relative of yours visiting, Tabby?" a voice queried from behind.
Tabby whirled around. She knew that voice. "Oh! Thomas!" she exclaimed. "Well,
"I'm Agatha Fershund," Agatha said promptly, extending her hoof to the white unicorn.
"I could see the family resemblance," Thomas said, shaking Agatha's hoof, "though it's
not as striking as between Tabby and Tamara. I'm Thomas, by the way, Mrs. Fershund."
"Thomas? Wonderful," Agatha said, smiling triumphantly to herself and quickly taking
hold of the conversation. "I have heard mention of you."
"What brings you to Dream Valley?" Thomas questioned.
"Just the holidays," Agatha laughed. "I thought it'd be wonderful to come here for a
change, especially after Tabitha's visit earlier this year."
"She just got here this afternoon," Tabby put in quickly. It was hard even for Tabby to
contribute to a conversation once her mother got into it.
"Unexpectedly, just like Tamara?" Thomas winked. "It is fascinating to be able to meet
your mother, Tabby."
"Why don't we all order and sit down?" Agatha suggested. "I can't wait to acquaint
myself with Tabby's friends."
After the three were seated, Tabby absentmindedly stirred a spoon through her
sundae as Agatha took hold of the conversation. Man, it is only two weeks until
Christmas, Tabby mused, as if realizing it for the first time. And I don't have a single
present picked out for anybody.
"It was so kind of you to pay for our orders, Thomas," Agatha commented.
"Oh, it was nothing for two lovely laides such as yourselves," Thomas said in
Last year I was off in Atlantis around this time, Tabby figured to herself. I
don't think I bothered with presents then.
"And you work as a veterinarian?" Agatha continued. "Is it a good business?"
"It is the only clinic of its kind in Dream Valley, so I have a lot of pets to attend to,"
Thomas pointed out. "Though it was easier before Tabby ran of to become the Pokèmon nurse,"
he added cheerfully, glancing in her direction.
"Probably the moonstone, but I'm not sure," Tabby said thoughtfully, staring out the
window. "Oh! Excuse me! I was just pondering over the secrets of Atlantis," she explained.
"What was that you said?"
"I was just commenting that you make a better vet than a Pokèmon nurse," Thomas said
Tabby looked indignant. "I make a better Pokèmon nurse than anyone else," she
"I'm just kidding, Tabby. You know that," Thomas apologized.
"Whatever the case, your vet clinic is a well-to-do business?" Agatha directed at
"As well-to-do as Tabby's status at the Pokèmon Center," Thomas decided.
Agatha glanced suspiciously at her daughter. "Your job is well-paying, isn't it,
"I guess so," Tabby said after a pause. "Except that I spend most of it on My Little
Agatha raised her eyebrows. "Considering the money you put into those things, I'll
assume that you mean it is a good job."
"You still have to see my collection, Mom," Tabby said eagerly. "I simply adore
off all my My Little People."
"But you could be devoting your time to doing more valuable things than buying toys,"
Agatha frowned slightly.
"Are you saying that I should get rid of my collection?" Tabby's eyes flashed as she
assumed a standing position.
"Calm down, Tabby," Thomas advised. "I'm sure she doesn't mean anything by
"No, of course not," Agatha said quickly. "But you could, for example, devote some of
your paycheck to--"
"Oh, Aunt Agatha, there you are!" Tamara's voice exclaimed as she slid into the booth,
with Tex right next to her. "Aunt Agatha, this is Tex, the owner of the salsa shop; and Tex, this is
my aunt, Agatha."
Agatha looked up at this comment. "So, Tamara, this is Tex," she said critically.
"Tamara told me about your arrival," Tex explained. "Pleased to meet you."
"I'm sure," Agatha murmured. "Tex, you're the salsa shop owner?"
"That's right," Tex nodded. "It's always been my dream in life to own such a
"And I help him out there sometimes," Tamara added. "It's really a nice
"You could always set your dreams higher," Agatha suggested, smiling slightly, so her
remark could be taken as an innocent joke-- not the way she had meant it to herself.
"Ah... yes," Tex grinned uneasily. "So, what do you think of Dream Valley after your
long absence, Agatha?"
"The city itself is fine," Agatha said after a pause, "but I'm not so sure about the
Tamara is making in her life."
Tabby and Thomas during this time had been siting in silence and watching the scene
before them. "The last time I saw her like this," Tabby commented with a look of enjoyment in
her eyes, "was when Mom found out about the worms Tex had placed in my lunchbox."
"Yes, the worm incident," Agatha said coolly, overhearing Tabby's remark. "In fact, I
hate worms even worse than Tabitha does."
"Aunt Agatha--" Tamara started.
"Please! I've tried to clear my name of that," Tex said pleadingly.
"But everybody knows you did do it," Tabby pointed out.
"I know I did it," Tex stuttered, "what I meant was--"
"It isn't very enjoyable spending an afternoon-- and part of the evening-- in the
office discussing worms," Agatha continued.
"He's tried to make it up to everyone involved," Tamara said in defense.
"Hah!" Tabby laughed. "All Tex has ever done in that regard is mumble something
"But I was telling the truth," Tex persisted.
"For once, Tabitha has the right idea about something," Agatha said snobbishly.
"Tabby's wrong! Aunt Agatha, you're wrong!" Tamara wailed.
"Agatha, tell me one thing I can do to gain your forgiveness, and I'll do it," Tex said
"Tsk, tsk," Tabby said, shaking her head. "Now you're even beginning to sound
"There's nothing you can do, Tex," Agatha said loftily. "You had no right to stick
in Tabitha's lunchbox."
"He obviously had no discipline," Tabby nodded knowledgeably. "And still
"Exactly," Agatha agreed. "Much unlike my Tabitha."
Tex's eyes swiveled from Agatha to Tabby and back again, and finally gave them a weak
smile. "Um, well, you know," he said abruptly, jumping up from his seat. "I just remembered
something I have to get done. I'll, um, see you all later." Realizing that resistance was futile, he
fled from the shop.
Tamara threw her cousin and aunt a last disapproving glance, and then ran off after him.
Agatha and Tabby said for several moments in a smug silence.
Thomas was the first to say anything. "Even Tex is no match for two Fershunds," he
* * *
"Lasagne?" Tabby asked skeptically, staring at the recipe card her mother had handed
"That's correct," Agatha nodded. It was the next afternoon, and she was determined to
start Tabby on her cooking lessons.
"But doesn't that take a long time?" Tabby prodded.
"Yes, but the experience will be worth it," Agatha said firmly, trotting on into the
"Now, where do you keep your pots and pans?"
"Oh... somewhere," Tabby said vaguely, strolling in after Agatha.
Agatha began opening cupboard doors. "Oh, here they are!" she exclaimed, surveying
stack of metal dishes. "This one should do--" She was cut off as she pulled down the first pan
and glanced inside it. "Why, Tabitha! This is absolutely filthy with dust!"
"Hmm." Tabby came over and looked at the pot for herself. "I guess it has been awhile
since I used any of those."
"However does Tamara get by?" Agatha queried.
"Oh, I think she just buys microwaveable stuff," Tabby said, unconcerned. "So what're
we going to cook in this thing?"
"We're not cooking anything in it yet," Agatha said, promptly walking over to the sink.
"The dishes we're going to use must all be washed first if we want this lasagne to be
"O-o-oh," Tabby nodded. "You wash; I'll dry." She instinctively took her place next to
the dishdrainer, towel in hoof, while Agatha filled the sink.
"Have you seen Tamara at all today?" Agatha queried, placing the first dish into the
"No, not really," Tabby shook her head after a moment in thought. "Do you suppose
upset her last night?"
"Probably," Agatha said knowledgeably, "but she must learn sooner or later that Tex is
not worthy of her companionship."
"That's exactly what I was thinking," Tabby nodded vigorously, wiping her towel
the pan Agatha handed her.
"I'll have to talk to Tamara again this evening," Agatha mused. "That should give her
sufficient time to cool down."
"I always knew Tex was trouble since the first time I laid eyes on him in sixth grade,"
Tabby said venomously, nearly dropping the pan she was holding as her thoughts got carried
"Yes, I'm really disappointed that Tamara got mixed-up with him," Agatha sighed. "I
can't imagine what her parents think. Do they keep in contact with her? It's so surprising that
you actually made a better decision in this department than your cousin did."
"Really?" Tabby gasped. To get her mother's approval on anything was practically a
"Oh, yes," Agatha affirmed. "Thomas is quite charming-- and successful, too, by the
sounds of it. Whereas Tex, on the other hoof, is--"
"Despicable," Tabby filled in for her.
"Right," Agatha continued. "No pony of well-breeding would have stooped so low as
put worms in anyone's lunchbox."
"Weed-o would have," Tabby said absentmindedly.
"I'd nearly forgotten about Guide since I arrived here," Agatha laughed. "There's been
too much to do."
"He's easy to forget," Tabby offered.
"Actually, it's a good thing you reminded me of him. I'm still going to save him for you
for the present moment," Agatha decided.
"Why, Mom? I can't stand him," Tabby protested.
"You'll need someone to fall back on if you and Thomas ever break up," Agatha
"I don't believe he'd do such a thing, but you..."
"Mom!" Tabby said indignantly.
"Well, anyhow, we have finished washing everything we'll need," Agatha declared,
her hooves off.
"Bi-i-ig fun," Tabby mumbled under her breath as she prepared herself for the onslaught
The actual fixing of the lasagne did not go so well. First, Tabby nibbled down all the
grated cheese while waiting for the noodles to cook; and then she let those cook too long, so they
simply fell apart. She managed to burn the hamburger; and it would seem that cutting an onion up
wouldn't be too hard, but Tabby proved that wrong. She immediately cut her hoof on the knife,
and that caused her to drop most of the onion slices on the floor, rendering them useless.
Upon viewing the finished disaster, Agatha simply said, "You'll do better next
* * *
"AHHH! HELP ME! HELP ME-E-E-E-E!" Tabby screamed as she ran at top speed
the Pokèmon Center the next morning.
After the initial shock, Tarquin walked over and inspected his trainer, who was now
cowering under the computer desk. "What happened this time, Tabby?"
"You must protect me with your life against that thing outside, Tarquin," Tabby said
Tarquin calmly turned around and walked towards the main door. He knew by now that
Tabby was very prone to overreacting. This sort of thing had happened a million times
The Meowth opened the glass-plated door and peered around. "Is that all?" he mused
he noticed the figure standing on the steps.
Tabby, meanwhile, had ventured out from under the desk and was readjusting her
cap. "Tarkie, is it gone yet?" she asked anxiously.
Tarquin stayed outside several more moments, apparently acquainting himself with the
villain that had so frightened Tabby. Finally, he came back in, with the other creature
"It's just a Mr. Mime," Tarquin explained. "He needs help."
"Mr. Mime," the short somewhat human-like Pokèmon agreed.
At this, Tabby let out another ear-splitting screech. "NO-O-O! TARQUIN, THAT
MY POINT! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO EVICT IT FROM THE PROPERTY!"
"Tabby?" Tarquin queried, waiting until she had calmed down.
"I don't like Mr. Mimes," Tabby whispered, slowly dropping to the floor. "I don't like
mimes of any kind. It's creepy, Tarquin."
"Mime?" The Mr. Mime stared down at the floor.
"Don't worry," Tarquin instructed the other Pokèmon, and then turned back to Tabby.
"You can't be scared of him. You're a Pokèmon nurse," he pointed out. "You can't leave Mr.
"But-- but--" Tabby faltered, backing farther into the room. "It's a mime. It's as bad as
"Just wait'll someone brings in a Tentacruel," Tarquin muttered under his breath.
Tabby's eyes opened wide. "I'd never even thought of that! Tentacruels do look like
squid! Oh no-o-o-o-o!"
"Tabby," Tarquin said sharply, "this Mr. Mime has been abandoned right before
Christmas, and he came here for help. If you turn him down, who knows what it'll do to your
Tabby stared into Tarquin's stormy eyes, and began to regret what she had said. She
hated having him mad at her. Using all the energy she could muster, she pulled herself over to the
main counter, where the two Pokèmon were waiting. "What's the full story?"
"Mister mime, mime! Mime, mime, mister mime!" Mr. Mime began rattling off,
his hands out in the air to elaborate.
"His trainer was too busy over the holiday season, and let him go to fend for himself,"
"Mime, mister mime," Mr. Mime added.
"But he managed to get to Dream Valley, and saw the Pokèmon Center," Tarquin
continued. "He knew there'd be someone who could do something for him here." He glanced at
"Mime," Mr. Mime affirmed.
"Well," Tabby gulped. "Well, I guess I'll check you over for any injuries." She began
striding across the room towards the examination table.
A smile spread across Mr. Mime's face. "Mime!" He obediently followed Tabby and
jumped up on the counter. Tarquin stood by to ensure that Tabby didn't do anything rash.
Tabby was cautious as she inspected the Pokèmon, but she had to admit that he was
cooperative. Her fear of mimes had been firmly installed in her since she was a baby pony, but in
her career as a Pokèmon nurse, she hadn't had to worry about treating a Mr. Mime... before
"Oh, poor thing, you've got a cut," Tabby murmured before realizing what she had said.
"That is-- I'll put some ointment on it." She reached for the tube and lathered the cream onto Mr.
"Mister mime!" he said brightly. "Mister mime!"
"But that's all," Tabby continued. "You're free to go now." She turned around and
began heading out of the room.
"Mime..." Mr. Mime said slowly, his face looking a bit dejected.
"Tabby," Tarquin said after a pause, "it would be appreciated if you'd let him stay here
until he can find a new trainer."
"Mime," Mr. Mime clarified, nodding.
"Well... I suppose there's room for him," Tabby said thoughtfully. "He can just go in a
PokèBall. Tarquin, you--"
"Mime! Mister mime!" Mr. Mime exclaimed as he jumped down off the counter and ran
towards Tabby. Throwing his arms around her front legs, he exclaimed, "Mime!"
Tabby stared down at him, and her heart began to slowly melt. Her face softened.
well. I can take you."
"Mime!" Mr. Mime smiled.
"Then I'll put you in a PokèBall and you can go with the other Pokèmon needing
Tabby said quickly, impulsively bending down and picking up the Mr. Mime.
Tarquin looked on in approval. "Are you sure your old trainer won't want you back?"
"Mister... mime," Mr. Mime said slowly and mysteriously.
"Well, anyhow," Tabby went on, reaching for a PokèBall. "You can just get in this