Don't underestimate a super pilot

[The transmission coming from Ash's Pokégear is particularly noisy today. Nearby, a Pokémon giggles. Some distance away, a woman sobs and a man panics.]

-ling you I'm sorry! I never intended to say it out loud, I was going to keep it to myself!

[That... was obviously the wrong thing to say, because the sobbing now gains in intensity.]

Look, just because I'm not desperate enough doesn't mean- Bouncy, turn that off.

[And turn that off, Bouncy does, just in time to spare the network an atrocious wail.]

[The video starts in a bedroom. A perfectly normal bedroom, one could say, except for the large bite taken out of the bedside table. And the one taken from the pillow. From the lamp. From the bedsheet. The closet to the right shakes a little, and many birds can be heard within.

Whoever is holding the Pokégear (but considering the height, it's probably Ash) turns around and walks straight out of the door towards the bathroom. The shower curtains are missing about twenty centimeters at the bottom, and so is the mirror. A dark-clad arm comes out to try and open the cabinet, but a red tentacle gently closes it.

The Gear's journey finally ends in the kitchen area, where the table, the fridge, the faucet and a chair have all been similarly damaged. A Purugly and a Delcatty are holding on to the ceiling lamp, both hissing in panic when the cameraman approaches. He wisely backs off, and does one last sweep of the room.]

...I think my Munchlax is defective.

[A Luxio can be seen staring out a window, a few metres away. It looks pretty down, even though an Audino is trying to talk to it.]

Does anyone have any ideas how to cheer up a Pokémon who's lost his trainer? Raven's been...

[Gone? Sent home? Split from her team in a manner that might well be permanent?]

...It's been almost a week since she left, and he hasn't eaten a proper meal since then. I'm worried he'll get sick if this keeps going. Think some traveling would help?

[Nothing else he's tried has, and he's starting to run out of ideas.]

[For about a minute, the air is filled with the cries and noises of a small army of Pokémon. Singing birds, chittering rodents, with laughter and crashes mixed in every so often- uh, that sounded like Ember. Oh dear.]

...How do you know you're training too many of these things?

[His fault for catching every single Normal-type in his path, really.]