Oscar was attending this Slateport Festival to host a publicity event for GMH. Lots of free booze and dancing, all powered by clean energy. It was a fine success, but extremely boring to Oscar. He could only shake so many hands before wishing he could slap these fools instead. So when he got that text from Priam, he was already on board.

He walked toward the beach, replying to Priam with reassurances that he'd br there. He couldn't imagine what highjinks Priam had in store this time, but whatever it was Oscar knew it'd be worth it. These occasional shenanigans had grown into the highlights of Oscar's time in Rocket. Always kept things interesting, and stopped him from feeling so old.

As Oscar stepped upon the sand, he could see something glowing in the distance. At this point Priam would call him, and he seemed very excited to show Oscar something. Even from far away Oscar could see Priam near some sort of glowing--thing, "Yeah I can see that. What did you win a new lamp or something?" As Oscar got closer, he would begin to realize that this glowing object was breathing, it must have been a pokemon. Yet Oscar had never seen such a creature before, and he made this fact known as he hung up and approached Priam proper.

"What the flying fuck is that!?"

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"Oh shit!"

This giant lava monster was cool and all but nothing beats fireworks! Oscar grabbed the bag and began looking through the selection. "Damn where did you get all of these? They're super high quality."

Oscar pulled out a cylinder shaped firework with the picture of a Tyranitar on it. He whistled, impressed by the acquisition of this gem. "Now this is a classic, I thought they were banned. Oof, all the Kanto barns I burnt with this beauty. Brings me back."

Oscar dug through the bag with the enthusiasm of a child choosing their first pokemon.

"Which should we do first?"

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Oscar's eyes widened. All at once? How could he consider such a dangerous idea? He made his choice immediately, furrowing his brow at his nefarious friend. "That's crazy, could you imagine the explosion? It'd be catastrophic! Let's fucking do it! What are we waiting for!?"

Oscar began to pile all of the fire works together, neatly aiming them upward so they wouldn't just burrow into the ground. He cackled as he did this, stuffing them in as close as possible to create the greatest possible boom. He was so glad he ditched his event for these shenanigans.

One he deemed the positioning right, he quickly backed away and pointed to the heatran. "Alright start uo your giant lighter and let's go!" Oscar clasped his hands together, eagerly awaiting what was to come.

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Oscar gawked at Priam, furrowing his brows at his suggestion. "Go? But we haven't even--Oh you mean back up! Yeah sorry let's do that." Oscar pretended not to be flustered by his misunderstanding, a likely symptom of his bubbling excitement. He backed up with Priam until they deemed themselves safe, and watched with bright eyes as their giant firework went off.

To say the explosion was massive would be an immense understatement. The blast of color that erupted from their pile brightened the beach, making it almost appear like daylight. It was dazzling, an exceptional feast for the eyes. Oscar was awestruck, laughing with childish glee as explosions rocked the very sky. 

Of course it wasn't without mishaps. Several fireworks in fact went outward, blasting through changing rooms and setting umbrellas aflame. One even went through the window of the beach's beloved lemonade bar, the explosion of which setting a fire within. Yet all of that was just dressing to the most fantastical fireworks display Oscar had ever seen.

As the event died down, Oscar looked to Priam. His breath was heavy, his heart racing from the excitement. With genuine joy he spoke to his friend, "Thank you for choosing me for this Priam, that was amazing." He let the moment hang, allowing the sound of fire, car alarms, and startled screaming slowly fill in the atmosphere. Without breaking his apparent joy, Oscar spoke once more.

"Run."

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Oscar ran as hard as his legs would allow, cackling through the destruction and the panic. This truly was a welcome break from the monotony of his CEO life; his work was important but he was grateful for the chance to have some old fashioned fun for a change. Hopefully they wouldn't end up in the news, though the possibility did excite Oscar a little bit.

Oh well, their shenanigans were done for now. Oscar lead Priam back to the festival, where he had planned to treat him to his favorite festive activity: stealing churros while everyone was distracted by their own panic.

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