He was teeny. He was tiny. He had entirely too much energy to burn. Bulba hadn't even started to get things ready for Halloween evening before he found himself two feet shorter and with much bigger spots. He couldn't even bring himself to really mind all that much. On Tiki Island, the changed Bulbasaur was happy because he wasn't dead. This time, the much tinier Bulbasaur was happy because that was just the way things were.
He wriggled out of his now Way Too Big sweater and tied it around his shoulders and ran off into the night with a fine wool cape. HE HAD LAPS TO CLIMB INTO AND PEOPLE TO BOTHER.
"Baaaaaaaa!"
Over the course of the week it was far more likely that you'd find him with it on, but probably not much else. Or maybe just the tiniest little ball of green plant things that ever zoomed around your ankles outside Vinnie.
Bulba is 5 years old from Oct. 31-November 7th.
He wriggled out of his now Way Too Big sweater and tied it around his shoulders and ran off into the night with a fine wool cape. HE HAD LAPS TO CLIMB INTO AND PEOPLE TO BOTHER.
"Baaaaaaaa!"
Over the course of the week it was far more likely that you'd find him with it on, but probably not much else. Or maybe just the tiniest little ball of green plant things that ever zoomed around your ankles outside Vinnie.