Columbia: <You can't beat my Headbutts, Dulles!>

Dulles: <Ow! I'll knock you over yet!>

Ercilla: <Look out Dad, I'm a Lapras!> SPLASH!

until, sadly

Basket: We had better get back, children...

to Maekrite We'll be looking for you tomorrow~

Route 35, After Three Days

Three young Tropii are looking worriedly at their mother.

Dulles: ...Mom?

Ercilla: ...where's Dad?

Basket: I... don't know, children... we need to go home. I... promise I'll get to the bottom of this... somehow...

Colombia glares at the forest, as though it might be scared into disgorging a Nidorino.

That Night, Goldenrod Grass Preserve

Basket: The kids finally went to sleep... would the park worry if I was out for longer? What would Maekrite's colony think if I showed up? ...should we have just come out and publicly confessed our relationship? I'll sleep on it...

...

Dulles: She's asleep!

The saplings did not want to sleep on it.

Dulles: Come on, let's fly! We need to find Dad!

Columbia: Just make sure you can fly over the fence.

Dulles: Can too!

Ercilla: Don't fight! We're looking for Dad!

Columbia: Yeah, don't fight, Dulles!

Dulles sticks out his tongue, and the kids take to the night air, flying out of town...

Patrolling!Murkrow: Flying trees?!

Blinks

I'm gonna tell the boss that medication does me no good. No good at all...

Edge of Nidoran Territory

While the tree (heh, "three") saplings are wandering around and calling for their Dad, a couple of mons are also wandering around, keeping an eye on the Tropii. While a couple of Beedrill and Spearow watch from the treetops, wondering how yummy their neckfruit would be, a Snubbull can be seen getting out of a den, looking perplexed.

Feral!Snubbull -squints and sniffs around: <The heck? it's schröedinger's in the morning! Who's scaring the food this early?>

The Pokémon picks a berry, goes check around in the direction of the sound. He stops in his tracks, confused, when he sees what looks like trees that are moving towards him.

The Snubbull comes closer and looks up down the weird talking tree which seems to be missing some faces.

Feral!Snubbull -hesitates: <Uhm... I haven't seen any Exeggutor around, to be honest. All that there is around here are bugs, birds, [Nidos] and Rattatas.> -- points in a more or less random direction uphill.

The Snubbull opens his muzzle to ask how about that when two of the tree-things-that-are-not-exactly-Exeggutor rush uphill.

Feral!Snubbull: <Uhm...> -- turns to Ercilla, looking a bit disdain -- <Little plant... I guess you better rush after them. I did mention there are bugs in this forest.>

Meanwhile from atop the hill a denser part of the forest can be seen, some clearings spread around, and various Pokémon such as Nidos frolicking and mockbattling in those clearings.

Bottom of Hill

Some of the Nidos look up.

Random Nidorino -looks up: <...Are those Tropii? It seems they are lost!>

Random Spearow: <They came from the south.> -- points with a wing.

Random Nidoran♀ -nudges a Nidorina: <Mom, what are those trees doing there calling around?  What kinds of trees are they? Why can they speak anyway? Are they looking for dad? Speaking of him can I have a little brother? :3> -- nudges more.

The Nidorina sighs and pats her offspring; then she makes a motion for another Nidorina in the surroundings to ask for a checkup.

In short order, two Nidorina head up to check on the saplings, followed shortly behind by a patroller who just sits there, inspecting.

Nidorina - to a random sapling: <Ooooh, are you lost? Did you fall during a flock migration?>

The two Nidorina look at each other wondering what Nidorino could that be. Maekrite is not exactly a celebrity or something in this part of the multiverse. The other Nidorino though cautiously walks up to Ercilla.

Owsla!Nidorino: <You say Maekrite is your dad?>

Random Nidorina #1 -d'awwws at the saplings "playing": <Do you know him?>

Owsla!Nidorino: <He's a patroller like me, that's pretty much all I know.> -- to the saplings -- <Are you sure it's him? We could go with my boss to check if you want.>

The Nidorino points to another clearing where more Nidorino can be seen wandering around.

While still a bit confused by the saplings, the Nidorino does nod to the three (in particular to Ercilla) and leads them to the next clearing, with the two Nidorina following for gossip.

As they arrive to the next clearing, one of the larger Nidorino there gives a honk and in response the small group of Nidorino arrange themselves in a formation. One of the Nidorino takes a look at the arriving group and lowers his ears.

Maekrite: <…Kits? ._.>

The Owsla that led the saplings to the group introduces them to their troop leader.

Owsla!Nidorino: <Owsla-rah, these saplings are looking for their, uhm... father. They say he is a Nidorino.>

Before he can react in any way (or, well, he could, he's just way too surprised), the Nidorino is ranjumpfluttered over, oh and nuzzled too.

Maekrite -can fortunately not be seen blushing: <H-h-hang on... my breath~>

Some of the other Nidorino give shifty looks. Partly because yeah, those Tropii were disrupting a peaceful Owsla session, partly because yeah, Maekrite is supposed to be on probation, and partly because it seems Maekrite somehow managed to get a Tropius knocked up, of all things. Where did he even find one, some of them inquired with half-leers and ¬_¬ faces?

Probably some of them were wondering what would be next, a Druddigon or something. :p

Maekrite: <Uhm... kits? Calm down... and what are you doing here anyway?>

A larger Nidorino walks up to the nuzzlepile.

Hamada: <...Ahem.> -- scratches the ground.

Maekrite: <eeeeek~> -- tries to find his way out of the nuzzlepile, which Colombia won't allow.

Goldenrod Grass Preserve

Less than ten minutes later.

(Yes, the police is that efficient~)

A middle-aged police officer comes into the preserve, a Typhlosion with a cap roaming and sniffing behind.

Stoakes the Typhlosion Officer -picks a stick: <Oh, I wonder what happened this time. It better not be a "forgot my keys" case... no no no.>

The officer goes introduce himself to Timbú and Orenda and asks what is going on.

Meanwhile...

In the Colony

Maekrite manages to get his face peek out of the nuzzlepile, carefully brushing Dulles a bit to the right.

Maekrite -to the saplings: <Uhm... this is not a good time, kits...>

Random Nidorino: <Kits?> -- chuckles.

Hamada -stomps to the ground: <I, Hamada the Owsla-rah, took your dad because he is busy. And what's this about dad anyway?>

Maekrite: <It's  a bit complicated. Ercilla can you move more to the left?> -- nudges the Tropius.

Random Nidorino: <Yeah, there are no Tropii here in the forest. Not even in the National Park~> -- nudges another Nidorino.

Maekrite -looks a bit let down: <Uhm... boss, I-I can explain. As soon as I can get out of here.> -- turns to the saplings -- <Where is your mother?>

Maekrite gets very nervous at the idea of Basket being in the park, alone, without the saplings. Nervous. Perhaps thinking that she'd lose her saplings just like her parents lost her.

Maekrite: <Owsla-rah, can I take the night off? Pretty please? :3>

Hamada: <Of course not, you're on probation!> -- frowns, walks up to Ercilla -- <Look, little sapling, Maekrite here works for the Colony, see? Look at the other Nidos.> -- points to the group; some of them can't help but wave a paw as a hello, no matter that Hamada growls.

Maekrite: <You shouldn't have to come here...> -- nuzzles one of the three randomly.

Random Nidorino: <...So, who's the lucky girl, Maekrite? Eeeeep~> -- recols as Maekrite and Hamada both glare at him.