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[Guess what squishy pink thing got a hold of Harry's Gear and learned how to use her nubby arms for something other than flailing.

God help you all.

~~YOU HAD ONE JOB, ZACK.~~]

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Hi to you too!

[Welp, that sure is a thing, all right.

But of course, you might be asking yourself, how did Clara end up in control of Harry's Gear in the first place? And that is a very good question — one that, to answer it, we need to rewind the clock back to a simpler, quieter era, where man and Pokemon lived in peace and all was harmonious in the world.

So in other words, about fifteen minutes ago.

Coincidentally, "fifteen minutes ago" also happens to be the point when Carmen Sandiego arrived in Cerulean City, soaring high on the wings of her marshmallow owl and scoping the ground for the sight of a now-familiar cowboy hat. They did this once before, in Cherrygrove, back when Harry had first arrived and she'd made her mad dash for Dale Cooper's sake; today, she's riding an owl instead of a dragon, and there's no real hurry — just the faintly insistent eagerness to see the familiar face of a good friend.

She'd arrived, greetings had been exchanged, the obligatory courtesies had been bodyslammed through, and then she and Harry had gone to one of the nearby street cafes to stake their claim to a table on the patio, leaving their rosters to play in the establishment's courtesy playground for Pokemon attached around the side.

And here they are, and Harry's here, and Carmen's here, and she found him, and she's smiling.]

What a sight for sore eyes you are, Sheriff.