>>16891457http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fGs5CvAVA2EWhat starts out as a simple game of Head It quickly turns into a game of expert soccer Brazilian triple-D hard mode final destination. What is initially cute, oblivious joy between a Torchic and a little girl soon turns a bit competitive.
"Tortortorotor! CHIC!"
Torchic runs after the yarn ball rolling away from her. She promptly kicks it once she gets close to it, and watches it soar off, only to hit a building and come flying back to her.
"Tortor TOOORCHIC!"
Torchic bounces on the ball, and starts balancing on it like a Russian circus bear. But she isn't a bear, she's a babby chicken.
"C-Chic!"
Torchic falls off of the ball and pouts as a result. At her limits, she walks up to the ball, and gives it one final kick that sends it zooming down the snowy streets.
"CHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIC!!!"
For the first five seconds, she emits more musical notes and briefly feels ecstatic for setting that ball's shit straight.
Once those five subside, a bead of sweat rolls down her head. Now the ball is gone.
She doesn't have a ball to kick anymore.
"Ch-Chic, Torchic, tor tor!"
Blissfully unaware of the evils that lie in Coumarine City's darkest of alleys within the darkest of nights on god forbid, the jolliest of holidays, Torchic runs after the yarn ball.
Serena and Alice gasp, taken aback by their sudden abandonment, "What in the... What is Torchic doing? It's just a toy..."
"Oh no, oh no!~ Mum-mum, chicky-chick ran away, she ran away--we hafta to go getter!"
