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"The park will forget how to be fun," Mew whispered. "The attractions will rust. The berries will taste like ash. And all the Pokémon will wander in a fog, never remembering why they came here. I’ve been playing that lullaby to slow the crack, but it's getting worse. I need a piece of pure joy to repair the cog." "So get some joy," Blazé said. "Easy. I’m overflowing with it."

Scorbunny—Blazé, as he called himself—took a deep breath, faced the Carousel, and began to tap-dance furiously, trying to drown out the music with the sound of his fiery footsteps. It worked for about three seconds. Then the Carousel’s music swelled, playing a discordant chord that made Blazé stumble and fall flat on his face.

He felt like a guardian of the PokéPark. poképark

"Did you see that?" Pichu asked.

shouted a Scorbunny, skidding to a dramatic stop. His fur was immaculate, and he wore a small, unnecessary bandana. "The Great Blazé is here! No sad tune is going to ruin my park." "The park will forget how to be fun," Mew whispered

Blazé cracked his knuckles. "I'll run so fast I'll create a diversion—"

At the deepest point, they found the Joy Shard—a tiny, warm, golden pebble floating over a pool of black water. But between them and the shard was a sleeping blocking the narrow bridge. A Snorlax who was having a nightmare, thrashing and whimpering. And all the Pokémon will wander in a

"The music changed," Eevee whispered, her tail drooping. "It’s... sad. And if you listen too long, your eyes get heavy."