Part 3

"Who?" Exeggcute wanted to know. "Is it Treecko or Grovile?"

"Well, if it is one of them, this case is very easy."

"So, it's not?"

"That's not what I said. Something about this whole thing doesn't sit well in my jellies."

"You're confusing me. And what are jellies?"

"I'm confusing myself, kid. And jellies is a feeling in your stomach. For example, in my jellies right now, I do know, they're the prime suspects. They both have motives. Treecko's motive is that he did it, or told Grovile to do it because he hated the fact that Pokemon were laughing at him. Grovile could've done it because he loved his brother, and wanted to get back at them."

"Then who did it? Did they both do it?"

"Hmmm, could be. We could have a Bonnie and Clyde on our hands here." The child was confused.

"Who?"

"Never mind." Treecko then came into the room. He had a twig in his mouth.

"My dad did it." He said. We all looked at him.

"What; your dad?" I wanted to know. "But that doesn't make sense. He doesn't have a motive. He said your twig obsession was stupid."

"Well, he lied to the reporters. He just said that so he wasn't suspicious. The fact was he was very supportive."

"Wow, that's very clever."

"Yes, it was, but you know what?"

"What?" Exeggcute and I were both shocked (excuse the pun) when he took out the twig in his mouth, and threw it on the ground. He looked back at us.

"My twig obsession is stupid now that I think about it. They had a right to laugh at me, every one of them did. There's more important stuff out there. I know that now. I'm no longer a baby. I'm growing up." He called his dad and brother.

"What you doing, kid?" He looked back at me.

"Something I should've done a long time ago."

"Which is what?" Exggcute wanted to know. But his question wasn't answered, for in came Grovile and a Sceptile.

"What is it, son?" The Sceptile wanted to know, Treecko looked at him.

"Dad, this isn't right." He was confused.

"What's not?"

"The stuff we stole. The kids we kidnapped. They're not ours. It's wrong to take stuff that's not ours. I want everything back to their rightful parents/owners." This time, both the Sceptile and Grovile were puzzled.

"But, son." Sceptile began. "You said we should take from the ones who mocked you, and Grovile offered to take the kids/stuff."

"Yeah, well, I changed my mind, Dad. I've grown, and now realized our wrong doings. I'm not the Treecko from before." Sceptile sighed.

"Alright, son. I understand." Treecko smiled.

"And I bet you want us to turn ourselves in." Treecko nodded.

"You do realize we'll all go to Pokemon jail or something until our trainer comes back from the Galor region, right?" Grovile said. Again, Treecko nodded.

"I know." He responded.

"It'll be the right thing to do, Grovile." Sceptile told him. "We need to be responsible for our actions." Grovile sighed.

"I know. It's just that I never imagined us behind bars."

"It'll be alright." Treecko said. "Trust me."

"I trust you, son." Sceptile told him.

"I trust you too." Grovile added. Treecko smiled again. So did his brother and father.

So, this is it I guess. This family of grass types were all behind this, although Grovile did the actual crimes. In the end, they all agreed to turn themselves in. This was my easiest, granted it might be my only one, case I've solved. It kind of solved itself at the end, but it was still a success. I hope this isn't my last case. I sort of liked it. I could be a full-on detective if I didn't find out my identity. I could start a new life. I can see it now, Detective Pikachu. Has a nice ring to it. I still had a question in my mind through.

"So, your trainer went to the Galar region?" I asked. They all looked at me.

"Correct." Sceptile replied. So, that explained the truck and this house we are in. "And while he was away, we decided this was the perfect opportunity to do all of this stuff, and we are very sorry."

"Don't say sorry to me. Say sorry to the ones you hurt."

"I know, and I...we will."

"I was in the truck so much with our trainer that I learned how to drive from looking at how he does it." Grovile explained. I was kind of wondering about that. Interesting.

"So, when is your trainer coming back?"

"At the end of the week. On Friday."

"Okay. Can you drive us to the police?"

"I don't know where the police station is."

"I don't either. We can just wing it, ask for directions on the road, or do you guys know how to use GPS, or a computer, or something?" They looked at me like I was crazy. "Yeah, we'll just wing it. But, first, let's return the kids, and items you stole, and you guys apologize if we happen to find them on the way." Both of the kidnapped children cheered. I didn't know if Kangaskan could understand me, or it was a crazy coincidence, but in the end, I didn't care.

We didn't find the parents, or the Pokemon that the missing items belonged to. I knew we wouldn't. It was just wishful thinking. But we did stop to ask for directions for the police station (it wasn't the cafe. And even if it was, I wouldn't be able to order any sadly. And even if I could, I wouldn't because I know this is be much more important then coffee. If Treecko, a kid, can do it, so can I, and I'm an adult.

On our way to the police station, we ran into a crazy Mr. Mime who did his miming act at us. We ignored him, and kept going.

We found the police station, and Growlithe, the head police Pokemon there, (there were also Arcanine there, so why one wasn't the head, I have no clue. Still good going for the little guy to take charge. I admire that) said that they will alert all of the parents/owners of their missing children/stuff. My work was done. I could go home.

But what home? I showed the Growlithe the inside of the hat, asking for directions, and if I could get a ride if it was far, would be appreciated.

A Swanna said she knew the place, and said she would take me there. I didn't ask how she knew. All I wanted was to get there, and discover my true identity.

I said goodbye to Treecko and his family, wished them luck in the future, and told them not to get into anymore trouble. Swanna then took me.

"This is it." She told me when we got there. I looked at it. It was an apartment building. She landed on the roof. "You'll be okay by yourself?"

"Yes." I answered. "I'm pretty independent like that. I can take care of myself."

"Okay, just checking." I leapt off of her back. "You're on your own now." I said goodbye to her, and she flew off. "Good luck!"

Once inside, I started to look around.

I looked and looked. Unfortunately, I didn't find anything interesting,

Suddenly, I saw someone. A human. Early twenty's. I ran around the room.

"Hello?" He asked. He grabbed a stapler as he came towards me. Thank goodness it was a stapler, and not anything worse."Whoever you are," He opened it up. "I know how to use this." It opened some more.

I decided to expose myself to him. Why not? He was curious, I was curious. Plus, he could help me in my investigation. I reveald myself to him behind a nightstand. He was shocked (again, excuse the pun) to see me.

"It's a Pikachu?" He questioned.

"Aw, geez!" I said, groaning and rolling my eyes at this lame question of his. Looks like I have some explains to do with this kid. I wasn't looking forward to this, but here I go. I hopped onto the nightstand.