While Seth comforted Aerie, Mimic sized up Pewter City ahead.  Then he looked over at Slasher.  He walked over on his little Pikachu feet.  “Slasher biggest one here.  And fast. Take all Pokemon across city in no time!”
    Slasher stared down at the Ditto, slowly comprehending what he was being asked to do. “Oh no....what do I look like, a bus!?” He looked away.  “And don’t think you can get me with one of your psychic Ditto tricks!  I’m not falling for ‘em!”
    Mimic closed his eyes and smiled pleasantly.  “Mimic no make zombie out of Slasher...just transport!  C’mon.....”
    “No way.  Nothing you could say could make me submit to such a humiliation!”
    The Ditto chuckled quietly.  “No?” His little beady Pikachu eyes opened in slits.  “What if Mimic tell Seth alllll about how you get beat by little Rattata when Slasher was a Meowth?”
    Slasher growled.  “How do you....ARRGH!” His fur bristled.  “Stupid Justin just got lucky, the dirty rat!  Besides, you wouldn’t dare!”
    Mimic gave Slasher a big innocent smile.  “Mimic no feel is such a big deal....teach Seth lesson about how growing involves failure...and in some cases much failure...and more failure...and still more-“
    “Enough!” Slasher hissed.  “I’ll do it already!”
    “Piikaa!” Mimic chuckled.  “Such a kind Pokemon Slasher be!” He turned to the others.  “Slasher will take across city!”
    Seth looked up with a confused frown.  “He will? Slasher??”
    “Oh don’t rub it in. Let’s just get on with it already.” The Persian grumbled.  Mimic climbed aboard first, taking Slasher’s black ears in his little yellow hands like handlebars.  Slasher’s only protest was a low growl. Seth followed, pulling Aerie up behind him.  The two of them helped Marshmallow up onto the Persian’s back.  Eevee though, looked up uncertainly.
    “Are you sure this is safe?”
    “Sure Mimic is sure....though Mimic never hide a Persian before, but still...mostly sure.”
    “You mean ‘ride’,” Seth interjected quietly.
    “Whatever,” Mimic looked skyward.  “Come now Eevee?”
    “I think it’s okay, come on Eevee,” Marshmallow smiled.
    “Well...if you say so.” Not wanting to be left behind, Eevee scrambled up Slasher’s back as well.
    “Okay Slasher....go!” Mimic squeaked.  Grumbling under his whiskers, Slasher started towards Pewter City at a lumbering gait.  The people of Pewter gave curious glances as the Persian with three Pikachu, a Jigglypuff, and an Eevee on his back, streaked through the streets.  A few considered trying to capture the strange assortment, but the Persian was too quick to keep up with.  Some swore they heard the excited squeak of a Ditto, but none was in sight.