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"Ow," he mumbled into the grass. As Pichu helped Blazé up, a flicker of pink light caught his eye near the Carousel’s central pillar—a pillar carved to look like a wise old Celebi. The light vanished behind it.

Pichu looked at the spinning Carousel, at the laughing Pokémon, at the fading pink glow of Mew as it vanished into the sky. He didn't feel like a shy little Pichu anymore. poképark

Dooooom.

Blazé puffed out his chest. "Finally, a quest worthy of my legend!" "Ow," he mumbled into the grass

The Dread Dip was a maze of echoing caves and shifting shadows. Mew guided them telepathically, but the fear was real. Gigantic shadow-Gengar lunged at them (illusions, Mew assured). The floor turned to sticky spiderwebs. Blazé’s fire-footprints kept fizzling out. Pichu looked at the spinning Carousel, at the

Blazé cracked his knuckles. "I'll run so fast I'll create a diversion—"

The Snorlax’s thrashing slowed. One ear twitched. A tiny smile crossed its sleeping face. It rolled over—just enough to leave a gap on the bridge.