Some weeks later, Mr. Wonka is sitting atop his favorite tree, watching the sun come up over the misty forests of Lake Idyll, the Great Cave, the Two Lesser Caves, and the rest of what they've dubbed Apperside-on-the-Water.

Absolutely lovely. Today, he should catalogue the rest of the vine specimens and see if they might provide better rope and/or other appurtenances. He should check the distillery. He should finish the packing for their next exploratory jaunt. He should take a stroll round the lake. Where's Kevin got to, by the way? Oh, and then there are twenty-three—no, twenty-six—confection ideas to jot down once he's got himself down to terra firma.

Kevin is digging a hole in the ground with a wooden shovel! He was originally digging a hole because saw a weird round mole critter pop up out of the ground and then back down into it and wanted to give chase, but at this point he's about 80% of the way to admitting he's not going to catch it and is just digging a hole for the joy of digging a hole. He did also gather, shell, and chop a bunch of the not-exactly-acorns for the pantry earlier, because Wonka's fried acorns in mushroom oil are delicious.

Paras is helping dig the hole and has NOT given up on getting that other guy.

Three quarters of a delightful stroll later, Mr. Wonka spies Kevin and Paras intently digging at the dirt. "Tally ho!" he cries, zipping over to them. "What manner of postprandial enterprise is this?"

"I saw some kind of giant mole thing and I wanted to catch it but I think it's faster than I am."

"Para para!"

"How diverting!" replies Mr. Wonka, inspecting their handiwork. "What have you tried so far? You know some creatures, like earthworms, will bolt to the surface if they feel the right vibrations—that trick saved my life once in Kukumlima, actually. Of course, it might just scare them off..."

"Well, it can't hurt!" Kevin drops the shovel and starts enthusiastically jumping up and down next to the hole.

A boy and a girl a few years older than Kevin pop out of the undergrowth in hot pursuit of a rustling noise.

"Oh hey, people! Are you guys out catching Pokémon too?"

Whoah, people! Oh, is that what those things are called. "Yeah! We didn't know there was anyone else around here."

"If you're a trainer, we should have a battle!"

"MagiKARP!" Let's flopping gooooooooo

"Ack! How do you keep sneaking up on me, you're a fish. And I don't see any Pokémon with you?"

"Well I didn't have mine out, 'cause we've been hiking."

"If you've got two mon out already, we could do a double battle!" says the girl's friend or brother or something.

"Okay! How does that work, I've never done this before."

"You call attacks for both your mon right one after the other, and then I call mine and he calls his! It's a fun way for three people to all get to battle at once."

"Okay then, let's see what you've got!"

"Go, rattata!" yells the girl, throwing a red-and-white ball into the air. It pops open and emits a bolt of red light that turns into a little purple rat guy.

"Caterpie, I choose you!" yells the boy, releasing a giant (for a caterpillar) caterpillar likewise.

"Paras, slice up that rat! Magikarp, get the other one!"

"Rattata, tackle!" "Caterpie, string shot!" 

Paras exchanges blows with the rattata and gets covered in caterpie silk!

Magikarp used Splash! But nothing happened!

"Great job rattata, do it again!" "You too, caterpie!"

"Hit 'em where they least expect it!"

Paras digs a hole, pops up on the far side of the tackle attempt, and pinches the caterpie's butt.