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[Ring ring ring, Silver. Because Gold's got a huuuuge huge problem.

What happens when a few Sneasels, oh you know just a few ten or fifteen of them, hang out outside of Goldenrod at that old day care? Like, Gold's got no problem with that and all, he totally enjoys the company of Silver's family since that guy's practically part of the household with how he uses that television from dawn til dusk waiting for that dumb kid's show, but this?

This wall to wall (exaggeration) eggplosive event? Uuuugghh.

No, just no. Ring ring ring. Pick up your family they've practically made ~~his bachelor pad~~ this place a new nesting ground.]

[Ring ring ring? No, Gold. You get no rings. His Pokégear's not on.]

[Silver why the hell isn't your goddamn Gear on Crys gave you that for a very specific

uugggghhh.

Does he gotta go out and scratch a tree or something.

... That's what Sneasel and Weavile do right.

Yeah.

Okay he'll go make some lame scratches on one of the trees outside and--

Don't you dare laugh. Go on do better-- Oh okay yeah Silver's family can do better. Man. Screw it. Just tell him to get his lazy butt over here. Thanks. And that he's an uncle.]

[It's not that it takes all day for the message to reach him. Oh no. The Weavile Broadcast System is far more capable than that.

No, he and Weavile simply slept through the entire day. It's not until after their breakfast at sundown that they take note of the markings...

...Something about Gold?

...

He turns his Pokégear back on. Ring ring ring, Gold.]

[Oh, wow, wonder who that could be.

Suspicions right on the money.

He's got half a mind to let it ring, too.

...]

Yo, Silver! Took y'long enough to pick up. I've got grey hairs poppin' up because of what's been goin' on at my bachelor's pad.

[Don't call it the daycare don't call it the daycare don't--]

...The daycare?

[Nope.] What's going on?

[You gotta learn. You. Gotta. Learn. Miss Priss is understandable, but you, Silver? His old friend? Come on.]

Come over and see for yourself!

So I can see you start to look like a grandpa?

So you can start your life as an uncle. I'm gonna be a great lookin' grandpa, by the way, my mom's pop's what they call 'foxy'.

[...He turns off his Pokégear.

It's Silver for "I'm on my way," but Gold should know that by now.]

[Duh. He makes a half-assed attempt to clear a path through the eggs and stacks them in neat piles that'll still be nice and warm - something Exbo and the others are helping with, but that's pretty much the extent of it before he goes outside and waits around.

Not that'll take long for Silver or anything cause Honchkrow but you know.]

[Nope! Not long at...

Gold.

What did you do.]

[Dude.

Really?

It's his fault?

You're a jerk.

You don't even know what's up except that you're an uncle, don't look at him like that.]

You gotta give me your word you're gonna help with this, dude, and not to run off to watch that kid's show of yours. Alright?

I can do both.

[You're the jerk. How is it his fault just because they're Sneasel and Weavile?]

Besides, this isn't my responsibility. [He'll help, but they better get that out there right away.]

[See below:]

They're your family and they're gonna be expectin' you to take responsibility. Be a man! [He says as he pretty much waltzes in like the most irresponsible guy in the world and whistling carelessly. Pat pat eggs.

You have a hell of a family, eggs, all these Sneasel and Weavile and Silver and his party of partners they're like a giant mismatched but good family alright. You're gonna be well taken care of.]

I'm not their trainer or mom.

[...How hard can it be to help with a few eggs? Where does he even start?]

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[A "few" eggs, alright. Keep thinking that.]

Family's family, Silver, blood doesn't got anythin' to do with it. You oughta know that by now. Wanna be a warmer or do you wanna rotate them?

[You were raised by them or something right Tarzan? Yeah. Family. Ohana. That.]

You tell me. I've never hatched an egg before.

Well, it's easy for me. [Overly proud? Maybe. Yeah.] But not everyone's gonna have that natural talent. Just keep them close to you and they'll be hatchin' by the end of the week, or two.

[They don't need to be rotated right now anyway. He plops down next to Exbo, patting the dozing Typhlosion softly, and stretches out with the eggs. Silver's totally welcome to join him on the floor.]

[...In that case, he's picking up an egg at random before heading out. That's doing his part, right? Right.]

[Technically yes but--]

Whoa, no, where d'you think you're goin' with that egg? [Up and after hold on old buddy.] You can't just take one away from all of its brothers and sisters.

[...?] Should I take two?

Take them all if you're gonna take one. They hatch best around active Pokémon and other eggs. The latter's 'cause of shared heat, or something like that. [The most half-hearted shrug.]

I can't carry around dozens of eggs, Gold.

Sure you could. You've just gotta be willin' to think. Or am I the one who's got the brains between us?