(We cut to Pokey Oaks Kindergartin where Buttercup and Bubbles fight over Octi.)
Bubbles: It's mine!
Buttercup: It's mine!
Bubbles: No, mine!
Buttercup: Mine!
Bubbles: Mine!
Buttercup: Mine!
Pooh Bear: Girls, what are you fighting about?
Blossom: Yeah, girls, what do we say about sharing?
Bubbles: But Buttercup's gonna--
Buttercup: I am not. I just wanna see Octi.
Bubbles: So, you can...
Blossom: Bubbles, share with Buttercup.
Bubbles: But--
Rabbit: Bubbles, do what your sister says.
Bubbles: Okay, Rabbit.
(Just then the hotline rang,)
Blossom: Uh-oh, the mayor!
(Buttercup has Octi behind her back.)
Bubbles: Don't!
Buttercup: Don't what?
Bubbles: Just don't!
Buttercup: Oh, you mean...(hits her in the head with Octi) This!
Bubbles: Oww! Yes!
Ash Ketchum: Buttercup, don't do that!
Pikachu: Pika!
Misty: Yeah, it's not nice to hurt your little sister like that!
Brock: Toys are for playing! Not for hitting!
Rabbit: (sternly) Young lady, how many times have I told you to play nice?
Piglet: What does this gentleman mean pink?
Blossom: I think what he meant was it was one of our worst enemies is Fuzzy Lumpkins.
Brock: "Fuzzy Lumpkins?" Who's he?
Tigger: Or better yet, what is he?
Blossom: He's a grouchy, reclusive and anti-social pink monster who hates visitors who set foot on his property. So, you guys better watch out for him; he'll catch you if he sees you.
Pooh Bear: Now, that's not a friendly monster.
Piglet: Cranky monsters always scare me.
Ash Ketchum: What's Bubbles doing?
Buttercup: She's talking to squirrels again.
Blossom: Quiet, Buttercup. Bubbles, ask him if he knows who did this.
Blossom: Not so fast...
Buttercup: Fuzzy...
Bubbles: Lumpkins!
Rabbit: Who do you think you are hurting innocent people?!
Fuzzy: (growls) Get off of my property!
Tigger: I say we fight that mean old grump!
Brock: Yeah!
Pooh Bear: Let's grab Fuzzy's banjo!
(The heroes and girls toss the banjo as Fuzzy attempts to get it back.)
Tigger: Come and get it, you old grump! Hoo-hoo! (tosses the banjo to Rabbit)
Rabbit: Here, Buttercup, catch!
Buttercup: Okay, Ash. Now, it's your turn.
Ash Ketchum: Thanks, Buttercup. Pikachu use Thunderbolt!
(Pikachu's cheeks spark up which caused Fuzzy to gasp in horror. Pikachu shocks Fuzzy with his Thunderbolt.)
Fuzzy: Ouch!
Narrator: Way to go, kids. Oh, and you too squirrel.
(We cut to Townsville Jail.)
Narrator: Townsville Prison.
(Fuzzy sits in the corner of his cell holding his banjo.)
Fuzzy: Well, at least I still got you, Joe.
(Just then Fuzzy's cellmate menacingly walks up to him and snatched his banjo away.)
Cellmate: My property!
Narrator: How do you like that, Mr. No-Share?