"Jasmine," she deadpanned, "mistress of giggles."
Before any more filler could take place, a large imposing man burst into view in front of them.
"YYYOOOOOOOOOUUU!!" he shouted.
"Us?"
"YYYOOOOOOOOOUUU!!" A gaggle of bodyguards stormed the hallway.
"I didn't know a group of bodyguards was called a gaggle."
"Jasmine - mistress of gaggles."
"YYYOOOOOOOOOUUU!!"
"What about us?"
"YYYOOOOOOOOOUUU!!"
"Oh my God," Jasmine groaned, pinching her nose, "he's monosyllabic and worse than Hannah at charades. He's doing that weird hand thing she does when she says she's a super saiyan!"
"YYYOOOOOOOOOUUU have to come with me!"
"Oh good, he has a vocabulary larger than Saul's."
Saul and Hannah entered the hall, followed by the others. They all had gum!
"This gum was our prime objective!" said Saul triumphantly. "And we got it! Really offsets my small vocabulary. I love it!"
"I find it a bit sweet," noted Connor.
"I love it!" shouted Saul.
"I like the fact that when you're chewing it you're not talking. It means we don't have to listen to you chowderheads argue about it." Saul slapped Nathan on the back of the head.
"YOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUU!!" The imposing man stepped up to Saul and grabbed a stick of gum, folding it into a gum crane before crushing it with his teeth. Then he bowed to all of them. "You may call me Okawa Toriyama, manager of this hotel, and yoo--you must all come with me, for I have something I must show you."
Hannah popped a bubble. "Okay, but it had better not be a gorgeous garden."
"Oh God dammit." It was a gorgeous garden atop the roof, where they had, in order, poisoned, bubbled, poisoned, bubbled, seeded, and plowed the tiles before a beautiful sunrise. There was even a shrubbery depicting Hannah slugging Saul in the gut, complete with flakes of puke coming from his mouth over the sides of the building.
"Are those Christmas trees?"
Oh, and Christmas trees, too.
"Yes," affirmed Okawa Toriyama, manager of the hotel. "We don't have a damned clue in all of Japan...but we know you did it."
"Ermergerd, there's no way," said Alexis. "If we're the ones responsible for this, why would we have installed that chocolate fountain in the middle of the garden?"
In the middle of the garden, a fountain of brownish-looking water was flowing.
"That's not chocolate. Just look what you did to the sewage fountain!"
"Why, what's wrong with it?"
"IT USED TO BE WATER!"
"Okay, look," said Saul. "Clearly we - and by we I mean mostly Murtle - have caused some damage to your establishment. But we're all reasonable people; I'm sure we can come to some arrangement by which we help to fix - RAAAGH" he shouted suddenly, headbutting Okawa-sama in the stomach. He turned to the group. "CHEESE IT!"
With all their bags grabbed, all their gum pocketed, and all their food in respectable Tupperware™ containers, the gang made a bee-line for the lobb--actually, they spent a really long time on the elevator, guys. Let's have this be realistic and listen to some chill tunes.
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But when they DID arrive in the lobby, they encountered a somewhat-familiar face, stopping Saul in his tracks, in which tracks he suddenly lit up like a Christmas tree beside the sewage fountain.
"ARTHUR VERONICA WILSON!"
The lights in the lobby took a sudden dip and came back up a different color as a lanky young man in the center of the lobby turned around to see his brother and gang running to him.
"Ah, Saul! I was wondering if I'd run into you. So this is your group, huh?"
"No."
"Don't be rude, Saul," said Cam.
Art looked like he was about to speak, when he became aware of a purple hand moving about above his head. A disappointed groan came from Murtle's face when she realised Art was bareheaded.
"No bandanna for you to steal this time, I'm afraid, Murtle," he said with a smirk. "How are you, Jasmine?"
"Eh, same old. Scaring woodland explorers, growing Christmas trees, mastering the Art of comedy."
Saul giggled. "Nine-and-a-half out of ten."
"HAH!" Art bellowed. "Nice. You got that Misdreavus with you?"
"Nope."
"Shame. She has amazing hair."
“Hey,” Hannah popped a bubble. “Guys, remember that we’re being chased?”
“Yes.”
“And that the manager is scary and has a fountain of sewage?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, old man Okawa-sama? He’s...every bit as scary as you say. You should come to karaoke with me!”
All eyes creakily turned to Art and his huge grin.
“I bought out this place earlier today and hired an online DJ named Meloetta-BOT to DJ the place...when it’s not karaoke...d. Karaoke’d? Karaoked? Yeah, that one.” He pointed down the hall and yoinked his PokeGear out of the panel of controls behind him. “Come on! We have free Sashimi until it gets too hot for us to legally serve it!”
“FREE FOOD!” shouted the gang, and pushed Art for the door.
Old man Okawa entered the lobby, shaking his fist. “Get back here you meddling kids!”
(If you ask Saul about this encounter to this day, he will swear that Okawa was then tackled by a Houndoom shouting, “Houndoo Doundoo Doo!”)
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