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(Rocket heads to his bedroom, and has he's settling in his bed, he observes the people and places that hey draw on his poster that placed on the ceiling)

(Luna comes up to Rocket)

Luna: Rocky, what's wrong? You wanna tell sweet kitty Luna all about it?

Rocket: I...I just don't feel like watching the festival, that's all.

Luna: Well, did you ever think about going there instead?

Rocket: Sure, but I'd never fit in down there. I'm not normal. I'm a shapeshifter, changing into any form.

Luna: Oh, Rocky, that's just. (She pauses as the creatures have returned on her again. - To creatures Do you mind? I would like to have a moment with the dragon if it's all right with you.

Pikachu: (To Rocket Hey, quit beating around the dome. Whadda we gotta do? Paint you a portrait?

Candy: As your friends and guardians, we insist you attend the festival.

Rocket: Me?

Pikachu: No, the Pope. Of course, you.

Candy: It would be a veritable pope-pourri of educational experience.

Pikachu: Wine, women and song.

Candy: You can learn to identify various regional cheeses.

Pikachu: Bobbing for apples!

Candy: And the indigenous folk music.

Pikachu: Playing Dunk the monkey in the muck.

Luna: Rocky, take it from an old spectator. Life's not a spectator sport. If watchin's all you're gonna do, then you're gonna watch your life go by without you.

Pikachu: Yeah, you're dragon, with the scale, and the color, and the spikes on your head. We're just part of the architecture, right Candy?

Candy: Yet, if you chip us, will we not flake? If you moisten us, do we not grow moist?

(Candy places a bucket on Pikachu)

Luna: Rocky, just grab a fresh tunic and a clean pair of hose and--

Rocket: Thanks for the encouragement, but you're all forgetting one thing.

Plushies: What?

Rocket: My adopted father, Pyro.

Plushies: (disappointedly) Oh, yeah, right (etc.)

Candy: Well, when he says you're forbidden from ever leaving the dome, does he mean "ever ever?"

Rocket: Never ever. And he hates the Feast of Fun. He'd be furious if I asked to go.

Pikachu: Who says you gotta ask?

Rocket: Oh, no.

Pikachu: Ya' sneak out...

Luna: It's just one afternoon...

Rocket: I couldn't--

Pikachu: ...and ya' sneak back in.

Luna: He'll never know you were gone.

Rocket: I mean, if I got caught--

Candy: Better to beg forgiveness than to ask permission.

Rocket: He might see me.

Pikachu: You could use your shapeshifting powers and make yourself into an alicorn as disguise. Just this once. What Pyro doesn't know can't hurt you.

Candy: Ignorance is bliss.

Pikachu: (aside) Look who's talking...

Luna: Nobody wants to stay here forever.

Rocket: (happy gasp) You're right. I'll go. (The plushies cheer.) I'll get cleaned up. (Another cheer) I'll stroll down those stairs. (Yet another cheer) I'll march through the doors and--

Description
(Rocket heads to his bedroom, and has he's settling in his bed, he observes the people and places that hey draw on his poster that placed on the ceiling)

(Luna comes up to Rocket)

Luna: Rocky, what's wrong? You wanna tell sweet kitty Luna all about it?

Rocket: I...I just don't feel like watching the festival, that's all.

Luna: Well, did you ever think about going there instead?

Rocket: Sure, but I'd never fit in down there. I'm not normal. I'm a shapeshifter, changing into any form.

Luna: Oh, Rocky, that's just. (She pauses as the creatures have returned on her again. - To creatures Do you mind? I would like to have a moment with the dragon if it's all right with you.

Pikachu: (To Rocket Hey, quit beating around the dome. Whadda we gotta do? Paint you a portrait?

Candy: As your friends and guardians, we insist you attend the festival.

Rocket: Me?

Pikachu: No, the Pope. Of course, you.

Candy: It would be a veritable pope-pourri of educational experience.

Pikachu: Wine, women and song.

Candy: You can learn to identify various regional cheeses.

Pikachu: Bobbing for apples!

Candy: And the indigenous folk music.

Pikachu: Playing Dunk the monkey in the muck.

Luna: Rocky, take it from an old spectator. Life's not a spectator sport. If watchin's all you're gonna do, then you're gonna watch your life go by without you.

Pikachu: Yeah, you're dragon, with the scale, and the color, and the spikes on your head. We're just part of the architecture, right Candy?

Candy: Yet, if you chip us, will we not flake? If you moisten us, do we not grow moist?

(Candy places a bucket on Pikachu)

Luna: Rocky, just grab a fresh tunic and a clean pair of hose and--

Rocket: Thanks for the encouragement, but you're all forgetting one thing.

Plushies: What?

Rocket: My adopted father, Pyro.

Plushies: (disappointedly) Oh, yeah, right (etc.)

Candy: Well, when he says you're forbidden from ever leaving the dome, does he mean "ever ever?"

Rocket: Never ever. And he hates the Feast of Fun. He'd be furious if I asked to go.

Pikachu: Who says you gotta ask?

Rocket: Oh, no.

Pikachu: Ya' sneak out...

Luna: It's just one afternoon...

Rocket: I couldn't--

Pikachu: ...and ya' sneak back in.

Luna: He'll never know you were gone.

Rocket: I mean, if I got caught--

Candy: Better to beg forgiveness than to ask permission.

Rocket: He might see me.

Pikachu: You could use your shapeshifting powers and make yourself into an alicorn as disguise. Just this once. What Pyro doesn't know can't hurt you.

Candy: Ignorance is bliss.

Pikachu: (aside) Look who's talking...

Luna: Nobody wants to stay here forever.

Rocket: (happy gasp) You're right. I'll go. (The plushies cheer.) I'll get cleaned up. (Another cheer) I'll stroll down those stairs. (Yet another cheer) I'll march through the doors and--