Editing Ash Ketchum Meets Thumbelina/Transcript (section)

== Thumbelina, Ash, and the girls find Jacquimo unconscious/Mr. Mole plans to marry Thumbelina ==
Ms. Fieldmouse: Wonderful story.

Mr. Mole: Dreadful feeling, the sun. And now, I have a story to tell you. Just this morning, as I was out for my early morning stroll, I stumbled across the most extraordinary stuff in my tunnel. A dead bird!

Ash and the girls: Dead bird?

Ms. Fieldmouse: No!

Mr. Mole: Yes. How do you suppose a dead bird got into my tunnel? Ah, well, I'm certainly glad I'm not a bird. Bothering the world with endless twittering, twittering, twittering...my, yes. Ah, there it is.

Thumbelina: Oh!

Ms. Fieldmouse: Whatever do you suppose happened to him?

Mr. Mole: Well...there's one less bird to twitter, twitter, twitter up there.

Thumbelina: Oh, Jacquimo, Jacquimo. My very, daring friend.

Ms. Fieldmouse: Tender little feeling.

Mr. Mole: Yes, quite lovely. Ms. Fieldmouse, could I have a word with you?

Ms. Fieldmouse: I wish you would.

Mr. Mole: Ms. Fieldmouse, you know I have been meaning to take a wife for some time now.

Ms. Fieldmouse: What a lovely idea.

Mr. Mole: I find myself sometimes, you know, lonely for companionship.

Ms. Fieldmouse: What could be more natural?

Mr. Mole: And I wonder if.....

Ms. Fieldmouse: Yes...?

Mr. Mole: If I could ask you to help me persuade Miss Thumbelina to-to-to-to be-be my wife.

(Ash and the girls inadvertently overhear Mr. Mole's plan.)

Odette: (gasps; whispering) D-D-Did you hear that?!

Korra: (whispers) Mr. Mole is planning to marry Thumbelina with Mrs. Fieldmouse's help!

Ash Ketchum: (whispering) Oh, no! Not him too!

Asami Sato: (whispers) This is crazy! Is every creature around here obsessed in marrying Thumbelina?! Why can't they just leave her alone and go marry someone else?!

Ms. Fieldmouse: Thumbelina?

Mr. Mole: She would keep me company and warn me stories, don't you think?

Ms. Fieldmouse: Yes.

Mr. Mole: And for your service in helping arrange this match, I will reward you handsomely.

Ms. Fieldmouse: Oh, I will. I will!

Mr. Mole: Dear Ms. Fieldmouse....

Ms. Fieldmouse: Leave the arrangements to me. Thumbelina?

Thumbelina: I-I hear your heart! You're not dead, no! Jacquimo...Jacquimo. I'll come back. Tonight.

Ms. Fieldmouse: Thumbelina?

(Later, that night...)