"Meow~ (This one is the first line... these two go together... sorted.)"
With the internet's help, Meownei soon finished pairing up the door couplets.
They had lost some time, and the glue applied earlier was already showing signs of drying out, losing its stickiness.
The glue Squirtle had brought out had only had a tiny bit left at the bottom to begin with, and now it was all gone.
"Meow... (I remember there's another bottle in the storeroom. I'll go get it.)"
"Squirtle. (No need to go to all that trouble. Isn't there some right there?)"
"Meow. (That's 502 superglue.)"
Different kinds of glue served different purposes. 502 superglue wasn't very good for sticking up door couplets. What it was really best at was gluing fingers together.
Whatever you had originally meant to glue, and whether it held or not, you would definitely end up learning what it felt like to have your skin stuck together.
"Squirtle. (No need for all that trouble. This turtle has a plan.)"
Looking at the wall, Squirtle suddenly had a flash of inspiration and used a weak Water Gun to wet the wall outside the door.
"Squirtle. (There. Now stick the paper on. It's so cold that the water will freeze in no time, freezing it straight onto the wall.)"
Squirtle thought it was a pretty good idea. The ice wouldn't melt in weather like this, so it wouldn't be much worse than using glue. "Meow. (Brilliant.)"
"Squirtle. (Right? My grandpa told me a story about this. Apparently, back when human nations were fighting each other, one army spent the night finding every Water-type Pokémon nearby and built an ice fortress right on the plains...)"
"Meow. (Leaving aside what happens to the couplets when they get wet, I'm very curious what you plan to