Part Ten: Three Idiots Go to the Store For Salsa
PLOT: Finally! It took nine parts, but it's finally time to replace the dang salsa!


"So then.. majority vote of all but one for mixed Sitrus and Tamato salsa, that only other vote being Persim salsa."

"Hey, it's not as bad as you'd think it'd be!"

You remember the very first story I told here, don't you? Of Gallen and his inspiration problems? If not, go and take a look. If you do, then you surely remember Poko getting that salsa jar stuck on his head and having that Gourgeist depict him as a Moltres with salsa wings. But moving on, Poko and Filiminon (the Ditto who first eyed the salsa-trapped bird) were finally going to get some replacement jars of the good stuff. Orin was tagging along as well, mostly because of a bet that went on a while ago. Truthfully the Vivillion didn't care about this, as he needed to pick up a few things anyways. But as the group went along, an Altaria-transformed Filiminon couldn't help but ask a question.

"Hey, Poko? Why was your head even in the salsa to begin with?" They had asked, their usual tone of voice somewhat higher pitched due to their fluffy form. The Skarmory, while somewhat irritated, simply looked away and sighed.

"Ugh, you know how it goes. I want some corn chips, so I get corn chips. Get the salsa, but my scooper is missing and I can't be bothered to look for it. So I do the SANEST thing ever and stuff some chips in my mouth before getting my beak stuck in there. To look at it positively, it both tasted nice and I'm lucky glass is more or less just like a Steel type attack."

Orin's eyes had widened at what he had heard, almost immediately being followed up by the Bug type snickering quietly. Poko, knowing too well the butterfly had seen the story unfold himself, rolled his eyes with a frustrated exhale. He wasn't reliving that one anytime soon, regardless of how it tried to happen. By the time the trio had reached the store, Filiminon had transformed into an Ambipom to aid with any unexpected heavy lifting provided it cropped up.

The store itself was about as active as you'd think. Not very active, as Utopia could simply generate food in your home, but for those who'd rather cook than generate it was a lifesaver and a half. As Orin fluttered off to go and arrange what he had to do, the pair who had sparked the ''Salsanaissance' (as Gallen had dubbed it) were quietly left to find the salsa requested by everyone else.

Being in that store was oddly eventful despite low capacity. While trying to recall the aisle the sauces and spreads were in, the duo had noticed a pile of what seemed to be potato sticks and microwaveable fries shuffling along. Filiminon had carefully used a tail to lift a good majority of the stuff off of the pile, only to reveal a Pokémon carrying all of that. Quite specifically, a Snivy with paler colours than usual.

"Whoa! Not every day that happens, that's for sure. But hey, thanks!" The small Grass type had chirped up before her eyes flashed with inspiration. "Hey, you two need any help with anything? Only seems fair to return the favour."

Poko's steel wings gently tapped against his chin as he took full advantage of this fact, bending to the smaller 'mons level. "Yeah, actually. Me and my pal here are looking for where the salsa is, any chance you know where that is?"

"Gah, can't say I do... I can offer a lookout, though. If either of us find anything, we just shout beans. Okay? Okay!"

Filiminon and Poko couldn't even lift a finger before the Snivy dashed away, still carrying quite a load of food. Yet just as the duo began to move again, Orin's voice had perked up from across the store. "Yo, guys. I think I found that salsa."

Lo and behold, he actually had. The sauces and spreads aisle was right next to the gaming section, which just so happened to be where Orin had headed. Filiminon had quickly shouted the chosen codeword and the Snivy was quick to return as the Stalker trio successfully obtained three fresh jars of Sitrumato salsa. One of these were large enough for beaks NOT to get stuck into, though, and for good reason as well.

Give it a few minutes, and the four had exited the store with everybody having gotten what they wanted. Filiminon transformed back into their Altaria form with the other two taking flight themselves. Poko couldn't help but turn away and look at the Snivy contently heading on her way, before looking back somewhat perplexed. "Anyone else got the feeling this won't be the last of her?"

"Maybe, I dunno. Let's just get back for now." Orin had replied while gripping a small DLC package in his small hands. And as simple as that, the house's salsa shortage was solved. Hey, try saying that five times fast!

FINISH