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[neverstudied]

"Hey, this is Dr. Peter Venkman- I'm probably busy. If you're calling about something stupid done by a Dr. Egon Spengler or a Dr. Ray Stantz, I'm sorry for whatever they did. Leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can."

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[pkemeter]

That doesn't make it a seal. I've seen that both Pineco and Burmy are categorized as "bagworm Pokémon", but I have no evidence of bagworms existing in this universe--

[A loud CRASH interrupts Egon's sentence, and he flinches. After a moment or two, he comes to his senses and opens the door.

Well, there certainly used to be a bee in this room. The only thing remaining that is indicative of it having been here is the almost comically bee-shaped hole in the window.]

Oh, shit.

[Egon glances down at Hollis and leans down to quickly scoop up the containment unit.]

[neverstudied]

Egon, just 'cause they don't exist here-

[Venkman's attempt to yell over Egon is cut off by the sound of glass shattering, and he trails off. Once Egon opens the door, he gapes at the window for a moment.]

... Your bee is gone.

[Hollis' ear twitches. The mad wasp actually did it. Maybe he should follow suit...

Venkman scoops him back up before he can make that decision.]

[pkemeter]

It--Yes, I can see that.

[Egon seems frozen for a moment, his brain struggling to pump out some sort of thought or plan to act upon. After a moment, he realizes that the Beedrill is still gone, and he sprints over to the window to try and catch a glimpse of the escaped bee. He gazes towards the sky, craning his neck.]

I can't see where he went.

[If only he would look down, he would spot a Beedrill currently clinging to the wall outside for dear life with a broken left wing. Merian buzzes in distress. He didn't account for the glass.]

[neverstudied]

Maybe we oughta go outside- we'll probably have better luck figuring out which way he's heading. Can't've gotten too far yet.

[Hollis wriggles, yowling. This wasn't the deal! He was gonna be left alone if he got the Pokeball! He got the damn Pokeball, so where's his freedom?]

[pkemeter]

[Egon nods, turning and snatching up his bag. He digs through the pouch before pulling out a PokéBall and tossing it onto the ground.
Karl Wilhelm Gottlieb Leopold Fuckel pops out and blinks up at Venkman, somewhat confused. Egon just scoops him up into his arms and begins marching towards the door.]

Come on.

[Fuckel just turns to look at Venkman--and Hollis--helplessly. What's going on?]

I'm sorry for dragging you into this.

[It's hard to tell if he's talking to the Shuckle or to Venkman.]

[neverstudied]

[Venkman is honestly just assuming the Shuckle.]

... Egon, how is the slime mold-slash-turtle gonna help you track down a bee?

[pkemeter]

He's not. Fuckel is here to help battle and subdue it when we find it.

[Fuckel looks blankly at Venkman in a silent plea for help.

Anyways out they go. The Beedrill is busy trying to crawl to the ground from outside the building, his wings fluttering precariously in the wind.]

[neverstudied]

[Venkman shakes his head while holding eye contact with Fuckel. Sorry bud, he's entangled against his will in this mess, too.

Hollis pricks his ears at the sound of buzzing. Huh. That sounds closer than an escaped Beedrill should be. Is he planning to ambush the trainers?

... If so, he doesn't wanna be anywhere near Egon and Venkman. He takes advantage of Venkman distractedly scanning the sky for Merian and finally wriggles free, landing on the ground and running off- away from the noise.]