This time, Zoroark and the others bought a lot of things and came back carrying bags of all sizes. Heath did not pay any attention to what they had bought. He was not particularly concerned about such things, after all; that was their own private business, so he would not ask. Instead, he drove the Food Truck back to their usual resting place. After taking a short break and scrolling through his phone for a while, Heath went back to bed. It was very cold that night, and Heath felt sleepy a little earlier than usual. Perhaps the cold weather made it easier to sleep?
Heath slept soundly, but in his dreams, he vaguely sensed some commotion outside. He did not bother with it, figuring Zoroark was playing games with Mew again. After a while, however, the noise woke him up. It was far too loud outside, as loud as Snorlax singing at full volume, and it left Heath rather displeased. Anyone woken from their sleep would probably have been just as irritated as he was.
"What's going on?" Heath pushed the door open impatiently. It was already midnight. What were these little ones doing? Normally, they would have gone to sleep long before this hour. Even Zoroark would carefully keep the volume down while gaming to make sure she did not make too much noise. Why were they being so loud now?
"Happy birthday!" But the moment he opened the door, Heath felt streamers splatter all over his face, and someone even planted a cream cake on it. Then two calls rang out in his mind, followed by the voices of Farfetch'd, Charizard, and the others. Heath even heard Ralts say something like, "Happy birfday."
Heath froze where he stood. Slowly, he wiped the cream cake off his face.