Hondour bounded across the grass, a top hat caught in his jaws, seemingly heedless of the shouting voice behind him. A gentleman in full on Edwardian gear ran a few more steps then leaned over, hands on knees, panting deeply and cursing under his breath in pure Scottish. Ahead of him the puppy Pokemon stopped and turned around, wagging his tail in the air. Scrooge took a step and it ran off again.

"Blasted... little... wean...!" Another tired step or two then he decided that discretion was the better part of valor, and gave up for now. Maybe if he stopped chasing the stupid puppy he'd come back on his own. But not without a parting word and a high shaken fist, "That hat cost me two dollars!"