"W-W-Well..." Jirachi stutters, "Y-Y-Y-You see...a-a-a-a lot of people were wishing that they became slobs...s-so I figured why not become one myself?"
The mew giggled at the the idea, picturing it in her mind, a big, fat, Jirachi, covered in food that missed his mouth, and constantly shoving more food down his throat, not caring what kind of stinky song exited his back end, and not caring whatever roar of gas exited his front end. The mew floated over to his side, making her tail slide across his back.
"Hehe, you wanna spend your vacation becoming a slob? How long do you plan on being one?" Mew questions her star-headed pokemon.
"I-I dunno, about a week? Maybe a month?" Jirachi answered as best as he could, "It's just...hard to predict when someone comes along wanting wishes or wanting a battle."
"Then we have to get you somewhere no one else will be able to find you at~" Mew cooed, dragging Jirachi along the skies.
"W-W-Where are we going?!" Jirachi asked nervously.
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