(This story technically takes place after “Buizel’s First Friend/Buizel’s First Playdate.” Said stories will be in the description, though you don’t have to worry about reading those first, as this one still functions as a standalone story.)


As the sun’s shining rays peek through Buizel’s bedroom window, a wide smile forms on the little weasel’s face, excited for the start of a brand new day. With his first play date under his belt, he had become a lot more accustomed to entering new environments and trying new things, and with the weekend now in full swing, there wasn’t a better time to seize the day and immerse himself in some more enjoyable experiences. Still sporting that gleeful grin on his face, Buizel bolts out of bed and dashes his way downstairs, staring at his mother with an eager expression.


“Hehe, well good morning to you, sweetie pie!” Floatzel smiles and gives her son an affectionate pat on the head. “You certainly woke up on the right side of bed this morning!”


“Mmhm! What are we gonna do today, Mommy?” Buizel says while excitedly hopping in place, wanting to make ample use of his free time.


“I’m glad you asked, sweetie, cause I’ve got something super fun planned for us today!” Floatzel cheerfully replies.


“Ooh! What is it, Mommy? What is it?” Buizel asks her.


“Why don’t you go ahead and take a guess, buddy?” she responds with a giggle. 


“Ooh! Are we going to the park again?” he asks.


“Good guess, but we’re not going to the park today!” says Floatzel with another giggle.


“Oh! Am I having a playdate again?” he guesses again. 


“That also sounds super fun, but we’re not having a play date either!” Floatzel says to him.


“Hehe, then what is it, Mommy?” Buizel asks with a giggle of his own.


“Alright, I’ll tell you!” the mother weasel chuckles and gives her son another pat on the head. “We’re going to the beach today!” 


Buizel’s eagerness and excitement is met with an equal amount of confusion, as he’s never heard of such a place before. 


“The…what?” Buizel asks, raising a confused eyebrow. “What’s a beach, Mommy?”


“You’ll find out soon enough, but I guarantee you it’ll be lots of fun!” Floatzel tells him.


“Ok! Let’s go right now, Mommy! Let’s go!” Buizel smiles and continues playfully hopping in place, eager for yet another new experience.


“Sure, but don’t you wanna get dressed first, buddy?” she asks him, as the little weasel was wearing nothing other than his thick and poofy pampers.


“Nuh-uh! I wanna go now, Mommy!” he happily replies.


“Ok, silly! Just give me a few minutes while I pack up everything we need!” Floatzel says before turning around and heading upstairs.


“I’m going to the beach! I’m going to the beach!” Buizel repeats this phrase while he toddles around the living room, his thick diaper loudly crinkling with each playful step he takes; he still had absolutely no idea what was in store for him, but he wasn’t going to let that inhibit his excitement.


“Hehe, well aren’t you excited, Buizel?” Floatzel eventually heads back downstairs with a big red bag over her right shoulder. “The car ride is gonna be a little lengthy, so a certain cuddly companion of yours is also gonna tag along!” she smiles and hands the toddler his prized plushie. 


“Teddy!” Buizel smiles and happily hugs his stuffed animal.


“Alright, now let’s go!” Floatzel says before walking to the front door and swinging it wide open, closing it shut once the two of them step outside. 


Buizel toddles from behind and makes his way to the car, patiently waiting while his mother stuffs the big red bag into the trunk.


“Now all that’s left is to get you seated and buckled up!” Floatzel smiles and scoops him up, eliciting a gleeful giggle from the little weasel. 


She then opens up the passenger door and plops Buizel’s padded rump onto his booster seat, settling him in and buckling him up before giving him a big kiss on the cheek. 


“Ready to hit the road, buddy?” Floatzel asks as she gets in the driver’s seat and buckles herself up.


“Yea!” Buizel nods his head in affirmation, and with that the sounds of a starting engine are heard as the car makes its way onto the road.


During the drive there, Buizel glances out the window and smiles while he watches the environment zip past him; every Pokémon that zooms away, every different colored car that passes by, and the scenery of each small town greatly piques his interest, quite appreciative of the various sightseeing opportunities that come with such a lengthy car ride. 


“Wow! Look at those big buildings, Teddy!” Buizel presses the teddy bear onto the window, wanting his cuddly companion to share in the sightseeing splendor. “Look at all those cars too! Ooh, and look at all those guys on the sidewalk!”


“There’s a whole lot to see, isn’t there, sweetie?” says Floatzel with a wide smile.


“Uh-huh! Uh huh!” he excitedly responds. 


However, once the ride to the beach reaches the one hour mark, a sharp twinge strikes Buizel’s bladder, putting his sightseeing experience to an abrupt end as he looks down at his diaper. With little hesitation, he leans back into his booster seat and relaxes his bladder, taking complete advantage of not having to use a restroom or stop for any kind of bathroom break.


PSSSSSSSSSSSHHH!!!


A loud hissing sound breaks the car ride’s relative silence as Buizel suddenly soaks his diaper, causing it to swell up and stain a noticeable shade of light yellow as it becomes rather warm all around. After completely emptying his bladder, the little weasel sighs in relief and cracks a satisfied smile, quite comforted by the warmth of his soggy diaper.


“Oh, looks like someone’s a little soaker!” Floatzel chuckles and shoots a cursory glance at Buizel, amused by the silly smile on her son’s face. “I’ll change your diaper once we arrive at the beach. Are you alright with staying in that for a while longer?”


“Yes, Mommy.” he replies with a nod of his head. 


Unfazed by his soaked and squishy diaper, Buizel looks back out the window and continues to observe his surroundings, though as each additional minute passes, he can’t help but wonder how much longer it’ll take for them to reach their destination.


“Mommy, are we there yet?” Buizel asks her.


“Almost, sweetie! We’re about ten minutes away!” Floatzel replies. 


Buizel smiles and happily kicks his feet in response, eagerly waiting for the time to fly by. However, more than halfway through those ten minutes, the little weasel feels a big pressure from down below, telling him that he wasn’t done using his diapers just yet. As the pressure in his bowels grows and grows, a slight blush forms on Buizel’s face, feeling a little guilty knowing that he was about to stink up the car, but at the end of the day, a toddler had to do what a toddler had to do.


“Mmmph….mmmph….mmmmmph!” Buizel grunts and starts to push, slightly spreading his legs and hugging his teddy a little tighter as he prepares to do his business. 


BRAAAAAAAAAP!! PBLOOOOOORMPH!!!


A loud and gassy fart is heard before Buizel starts pooping his diaper, causing it to further expand and become quite lumpy as several solids pile into it. 


“Oof, smells like you’re making a pretty big poo poo back there.” says Floatzel as a foul stench fills the air. 


A larger lump bulges out from Buizel’s diaper as he performs one last push, glad to get rid of all of that pressure as he expels a drawn out sigh of relief.


“All done, sweetheart?” Floatzel asks him.


“All done, Mommy!” Buizel responds, his packed pampers slumping past the booster seat.


“Phew, good thing we’re just about there, cause that’s a pretty full diaper you’ve got there, bud.” Floatzel playfully waves the stinky stench away before stopping the car at a nearby parking space. “In any case, here we are!”


“Yay! I get to see the beach!” Buizel smiles and cheerfully fidgets in his seat, excited to explore this unfamiliar location.


“That’s right! Though, first things first, I think my little Buizel is more than due for a diaper change!” Floatzel giggles and gets out of the car, opening up the trunk and getting all the changing supplies organized before walking back up to Buizel and unbuckling him out of the booster seat. “Alright, now up you go!”


Buizel lets out a cute little giggle while he’s lifted out of the seat, his full diaper swaying and slumping between his legs while he’s carried to the car’s trunk.


“My goodness, you really had to go, sweetie!” says Floatzel as she lays the little weasel on the changing mat. “No matter, now you’ve got another reason to try on those new diapers I bought for you!”


“Huh? What new diapees?” he asks her, not remembering any mention of new diapers.


“You’ll see, sweetheart!” she responds with a smile.


Buizel tightly hugs his teddy bear while his mother disposes of his dirty diaper, slightly squirming while she cleans his bottom with several baby wipes. 


“There! All cleaned up!” Floatzel says once Buizel’s bottom is completely spotless.


She then grabs a blue pack of swim diapers from her bag, appropriately titled “Swanna Swimmers”. After sliding the new diaper under the little weasel’s legs, she folds it up and tapes it around his waist and bottom.


“Huh? What kind of diapee is this, Mommy?” Buizel curiously looks at the aqua blue diaper, intrigued by the seashell design on the front as well as the little bubble patterns scattered all around it.


“It’s a swim diaper, silly! You’ll need it when you get in the water!” Floatzel tells him. “But enough about that! It’s time for a fun day at the beach!” Floatzel takes Buizel’s teddy and stores it in her bag before lifting the little weasel up and setting him back down.


Buizel holds his mother’s hand and walks alongside her, staring in awe at the beach’s vast and sandy surface. Truth be told, the toddler couldn’t conceive the idea that such a sandy place even existed, that such a substance existed beyond the sandbox from his previous trip to the park.


“Wow! Look at all the sand, Mommy! It’s like a giant sandbox!” Buizel says with a wide smile.


“Well,  when you put it that way, yea! The beach really is one big sandbox!” Floatzel says with a chuckle. “Now then, let’s find a good spot for ourselves.”


Buizel playfully giggles and walks onto the sandy terrain, enjoying its warm and soft texture as his feet slightly sink into it with each step he takes. 


“Alright, this looks like a good spot!” Floatzel soon comes to a stop and lays a bright red towel on the sand before placing her bag on it. 


“So, what are we gonna do, Mommy?” Buizel asks her, wondering what’s so fun about this place.


“Well, there’s lots of things you can do at the beach, buddy!” Floatzel says with a giggle. “Why don’t we start by building a sand castle? Doesn’t that sound fun?”


“Oooh, yea yea! Let’s make a sand castle, Mommy!” Buizel says with an enthusiastic shake of his tail.


“Oh, silly me, I almost forgot! We need to put some sunscreen on first!” Floatzel rummages through her bag and takes out a light orange bottle with a smiling yellow sun in the center of it, squirting a glob of sunscreen onto her spare hand.


“Huh? What is that stuff, Mommy?” Buizel asks, wanting to know more about this unfamiliar substance.


“It’s sunscreen, sweetie. It protects you when you’re out in the sun for a long time.” Floatzel says as she rubs it onto both of her hands. “Now come here, buddy! Wouldn’t want a sunburn to ruin such a beautiful day at the beach!”


“Ok, Mommy!” Buizel smiles and steps onto the towel. 


Floatzel smiles back and rubs the sunscreen on Buizel’s body, liberally lathering his chest and and back before moving onto his arms and legs.


“Alright, now to lather up that cute little face!” Floatzel chuckles and gives Buizel a playful boop on the nose before squirting out another glob of sunscreen. 


Buizel giggles and squirms while his mother rubs his face and cheeks, feeling rather ticklish in that particular area.


“Hehehe, that tickles, Mommy!” Buizel says in between bursts of giggles. 


“Hold still, you silly goose! Your face will get as red as a tomato if it isn’t properly protected!


“Hehe, but that sounds so funny, Mommy!” the toddler says with another giggle. 


“Maybe for a silly little boy like you!” Floatzel finishes rubbing his face and starts applying sunscreen on herself, looking back at the little weasel once she’s all done. “Now, are you ready to build a sand castle?”


“Uh huh! Uh huh!” Buizel says with an affirmative nod. 


“Then what are we waiting for?” Floatzel rummages through the bag once more and hands him a set of plastic tools, a blue bucket and a blue shovel. 


Extremely eager to get started, Buizel toddles off the towel and plops his diapered butt onto the sandy terrain, scooping several shovelfuls of sand into his bucket in hopes of building a firm foundation. Not long after, Floatzel joins along with a bucket and shovel in hand, sitting across Buizel and scooping sand alongside him.


“We’re gonna build a big castle, Mommy!” Buizel smiles and dumps the bucket’s contents on the ground.


“Sounds good, buddy!” Floatzel dumps the contents of her bucket as well, providing the two of them with more than enough sand for building an adequately sized castle. “Oh! I know! You can build some small towers while I use all of this sand to make the big castle!”


“Yea! Great idea!” he smiles and nods his head in agreement. 


While his mother puts their big pile of sand to good use, Buizel gets back to scooping sand into his bucket, gleefully giggling as it gets fuller and fuller. Once it’s completely full, Buizel flips the bucket over and pushes it onto the ground, revealing a small sand tower once he lifts it up. The toddler then repeats this process again before standing up and waddling to the other side of the sand pile, putting the bucket down and making another small sand tower.


“I made the towers, Mommy!” says Buizel.


“Awesome job, sweetie! Our castle is almost finished!” Floatzel says while she adds the finishing touches.


A few moments later, their sand castle is finally complete, consisting of a tall sand fortress along with a small sand tower on each side. Awestruck by the size and structure of their sand castle, Buizel cracks an accomplished smile, feeling rather proud of what the two of them had created. 


“We did it, Mommy! We did it!” the little weasel cheerfully exclaims. 


“We sure did, sweetie! All thanks to Mommy’s little helper!” Floatzel smiles and gives her son an affectionate pat on the head. 


The little weasel stares at the sand castle for a little longer, though it’s not long before his gaze averts elsewhere and his eyes spot a certain object standing out amongst the sand. Buizel bends over and picks up the unidentified object, a round seashell with a small, star-like imprint in the center.


“What is this thing, Mommy?” Buizel toddles over to his mother and shows her his new finding.


“Wow! Good eye, sweetie! You just found yourself a seashell!” Floatzel responds.  “That one in particular is a sand dollar! They’re a type of sea urchin and they also have the silly name of ‘sand cake’!” she tells him.


At the mere mention of cake, Buizel starts to salivate, thinking he just found himself a tasty treat. With a gleeful grin on his face, the toddler sticks the seashell into his mouth, though he’s taken aback by its sandy and salty taste.


“Ewww, that’s not cake! That tastes yucky!” he quickly removes the shell from his mouth, making a disgusted expression.


“You silly goose! Seashells are for collecting, not eating!” Floatzel bursts into laughter in response to her son’s silly antics. “Why don’t you use your bucket to collect some more?”


“Ooooh, yea yea yea!” Buizel smiles and plops the seashell into his bucket.


With that initial discovery, Buizel develops a vastly different view of the beach, viewing it not just as a gigantic sandbox, but as a tremendous territory with loads of magnificent treasures and relics that were just waiting to be discovered.


“Searching for seashells! Searching for seashells!” Buizel sings while he stomps along the sand, scanning his surroundings in search of those sacred shells.


A few minutes later, Buizel’s search is a success, spotting an orange clam shell sticking out of the sand.


“Look, Mommy, look!” I found another one!” Buizel smiles and proudly shows it off.


“Another amazing find, sweetheart!” says Floatzel. “That’s a clam shell! They come in all kinds of species too!”


Not long after, Buizel finds yet another seashell, a white conch shell resting in the sand.


“I found another one, Mommy!” Buizel says to her.


“You just have a knack for collecting sea shells, don’t you, bud?” she says with a chuckle. “That one’s a conch shell! They say you can hear the sounds of the ocean with one of those!”


Buizel continues filling his bucket with shells while he walks along the sandy surface, greatly appreciating the different shapes and colors of every one he collects, as well as the little bits of information his mother explains about each shell. In just a short span of thirty minutes, Buizel’s bucket is more than halfway full, prompting a hefty dose of praise from his mother. 


“Well well, on top of being a skilled sand castle creator, you’re a very skilled seashell collector!” Floatzel smiles and gives him another affectionate pat on the head, eliciting a happy giggle from the little weasel. “Now let’s head back to our spot, buddy! I’ll make sure your shells are safe and sound!”


Buizel nods and toddles alongside his mother, carrying his bucket of seashells back to their spot. However, before he’s able to put his bucket down, Buizel finds himself hardly able to move any further, feeling something tugging at the back of his swim diaper. He looks from behind and spots a bright red crab deciding to be rather playful with one of its pincers, a cunning creature who took its chance to grab the unsuspecting toddler by his padded posterior. 


“Hey! Let go of my diapee!” Buizel slowly continues to walk along, though the crab maintains its grasp on him. “Mommy! What is this thing?


“Hm?” Floatzel stops and turns around, quickly bursting into laughter at the sight of this silly scenario. “Hehe! Looks like a crab’s got your diaper!” she says with another hearty laugh. “Don’t sweat it, sweetie! The beach is full of silly sea creatures like that one! They’re just playing around with you!”


A few moments later, the crab releases its grip on Buizel’s swim diaper and walks away, wanting nothing more than to play a little joke on the little toddler. Buizel stares at the crab in confusion while it walks into the distance, though his confusion is quickly replaced with a certain curiosity towards these so-called sea creatures.


“Sea…creatures? What are those, Mommy?” he asks her. 


“They’re little critters you can find all around the beach!” Floatzel responds. “Why don’t you go in the water and find some for yourself?”


“Ooooh, okay!” his eyes widened with wonder in response, fascinated at the fact there was even more to explore beyond the seashells scattered around the sand.


After putting his bucket back down, Buizel turns around and waddles toward the water, but when one of the ocean’s waves splashes onto the sand, a sudden sense of fear causes him to stop dead in his tracks and become weak in the knees, a fear that’s far more potent, far more gripping than a case of shyness or social anxiety.


“Hm? Is something wrong, sweetheart?” Floatzel asks him.


“W-why did the water move, Mommy?” Buizel nervously mutters, thinking that the ocean’s waves weren’t the result of natural processes, but rather of the machinations of some malignant monster invading the ocean.


“Sweetheart, it’s just the waves! They’re not going to hurt you!” Floatzel says with a chuckle.


In spite of her assuring words, they didn’t seem to assuage this fear of his, for he refused to take a single into the water. As another wave approaches, Buizel feels his fight or flight response activate, filling him with a greater sense of fear and urgency.


“Eeeeeeeek!” Buizel breaks into a sprint the moment it reaches the ground, thinking the waves were trying to catch him and drag him down to the dark depths of the ocean.


“Sweetie, the water isn’t scary at all! For Water-types like us, the ocean is our friend!” Floatzel tells him. “I promise you’ll learn to love it if you just give it a try!”


“N-no, I don’t wanna…” Buizel blushes and cowers behind his mother, showcasing that, in spite of his increased openness to new experiences, he was still a rather timid toddler.


“Buddy, all I ask is that you give it a try! I promise it’s not that bad!” the mother weasel responds. “Pretty please, bud?”


O-ok, Mommy…” Buizel concedes, figuring he couldn’t say no to the magic word.


With slow and shaky steps, Buizel approaches the uncharted waters once again, trying his very best to not let his fears get the best of him. After several more seconds, Buizel contains his composure and takes a single step into the ocean, but not a step further; unlike the sand, which was soft and warm, the ocean’s waters were quite cold and the ground felt a lot rougher and rockier, and Buizel certainly wasn’t fond of this contrast. 


“Good job, buddy! Now take another step. Just take it one at a time.” Floatzel says encouragingly. 


Buizel silently shakes his head no in response, satisfied with staying put.


“Aww, come on, bud! I didn’t buy you those Swanna Swimmers so you could stay in the shallows!” she says with a giggle. 


“Ok, Mommy…” the little weasel reluctantly concedes.


Buizel takes two more steps into the ocean, but this alone proves to be far too much for him to handle. Now standing knee deep in the water, a more intense wave of fear comes over him, thinking the ocean was somehow going to fully submerge him and swallow him up. As this fear amplifies itself, a knot forms in the pit of his stomach and the toddler’s tail suddenly hikes up.


PBLOOOORP!!


Without warning, Buizel feels a firm solid dump into his swim diaper, causing a noticeable lump to bulge out from the back, and while such an act was entirely accidental, he figured that needing his diaper changed would be a convenient excuse to get out of the water. 


“Mommy! I made a poo poo! I need a diapee change!” Buizel says to her, emphasizing this by pointing down at the lumpy load lurking in his diaper.


“Alright, come here, sweetie! Let’s get you changed!” she responds.


The moment his mother says that, Buizel bolts out of the water and exhales a sigh of relief once he steps back onto the sand,  glad to finally be out of the ocean.


“Can we go home now, Mommy?” Buizel says as he steps onto the towel and lays down on his back. 


“Hm? But I thought you were having so much fun exploring the beach!” Floatzel says while she grabs the changing supplies from her bag.


“Yea, but I don’t like the water…” Buizel sheepishly responds.


“Aww, but I just want you to explore everything the beach has to offer, bud! You’re not getting the whole experience by just standing around the sand and the shallow end!” she says before undoing the soiled swim diaper and cleaning up Buizel’s bottom.


Buizel remains silent while his mother changes him, hoping he wouldn’t have to go out into the ocean again. However, once Floatzel puts him in another swim diaper, he quickly realizes this wouldn’t be the case.


“I guess I’ll just have to show you that the water isn’t as scary as it seems. In fact, the ocean has a whole lot to offer!” 


After grabbing a pair of goggles and resting them on her forehead, Floatzel turns around and starts walking towards the ocean. 


“Where are you going, Mommy?” Buizel asks her.


“To the ocean, of course!” Floatzel smiles and walks a decent distance into the ocean, being knee deep in the water once she comes to a stop. “What do you know? Not a single scratch on me!” Floatzel turns back around to face the timid toddler. “You see, sweetie? The water isn’t gonna hurt you!”


Seeing his mother completely unharmed, Buizel stands back up and starts waddling towards the water, but he comes to a sudden stop when he sees a big wave approaching her from behind.


“Mommy! Look out!”  Buizel shouts, thinking the wave would completely consume her.


With an unfazed expression, Floatzel simply steps through the wave, smiling while she watches it make a big splash.


“See? The waves won’t hurt you either! The ocean is our friend!” Floatzel says to him.


Now open to the possibility that there’s nothing all that ominous about the ocean, Buizel slowly waddles his way back to the water, feeling the fear make its return as he steps closer and closer.


“Come on, sweetie! You can do it! Come to Mommy!” Floatzel motions her arms towards her son, cheering him on and encouraging him to face his fear.


Conflicting thoughts clash within Buizel’s head while his mother cheers him on; on one hand, he was still rather apprehensive of going back in the ocean, but on the other hand, he knew that his mother was waiting for him in the water, that she was someone he could always trust at the end of the day. 


“You can do it! You can do it! Just come to Mommy!” Floatzel continues cheering him on.


Now feeling a slight sense of courage from Floatzel’s encouraging words, Buizel braces himself and makes a mad dash into the ocean, feeling a rush of cold through his body as he starts submerging himself. Feelings of fear and anxiety envelop his mind while he continues to run, but seeing his mother get closer and closer pushes him to go on, to keep on moving in spite of such feelings. After what feels like forever, Buizel makes it to his mother and hugs her very tightly, relieved to finally be within her reach.


“M-Mommy! That was so scary!” Buizel nervously trembles and tightens his grip around the mother weasel’s waist.


“I know, sweetie, I know, but you’re not hurt, yes?” Floatzel asks him.


After taking a while to regain his composure, Buizel realizes that, other than feeling a little chilly, he wasn’t hurt in any way, proving that his mother was right all along.


“No, Mommy.” the toddler concedes, starting to realize how overblown his initial fear of the water was. 


“See? And look how much progress you made, buddy!” she says to him.


The toddler turns around and looks back at the sandy surface, now realizing just how far he ran; while he only took three steps on his first attempt, he got significantly farther this time around, now being a notable distance away from the sand while the water rises up to his chest. 


“I did that?” Buizel asks, genuinely surprised at his progress.


“Yes, you did!” Floatzel suddenly lifts the little weasel up and spins him around before pulling him close and giving him a big kiss on the cheek. “You’re my brave little boy! Mommy’s so proud of you!”


Buizel giggles and smiles once she sets him back down, feeling extremely accomplished of his actions. With another fear now overcome, there was no room for anxiety and apprehension, only fun in the sun during this beautiful day at the beach.


“So, with that settled…” says Floatzel, looking at the little weasel and cracking a silly smile.


“SPLASH!” Floatzel surprises her son with a sudden splash.


“Woah!” Buizel is caught off guard in response to this abrupt action, though such surprise is soon replaced with the sounds of playful laughter; now feeling obligated to get her back, he retaliates and responds with a splash of his own.


“Oh no! You got me!” Floatzel says with a giggle. “Guess I’ll just have to splash you again!” 


The mother and son keep trading splashes with each other, filling the air with their cheerful laughter. As the two of them continue playing around, Buizel is filled with feelings of unbridled joy, glad to be having so much fun in the ocean he once feared.


“Alright, I think that’s enough splashing for now, cause I’ve got something else to show you!” Floatzel takes the blue pair of goggles off her forehead and puts them on Buizel. “How about you try these on, bud!”


“Hm? What are these, Mommy?” Buizel rapidly blinks his eyes in confusion, curious about this new headpiece.


“They’re goggles! They help you see underwater so you can do all kinds of exploring!”


“Ooooh! That’s so cool!” the little weasel replies with a wide smile. 


“It sure is!” Floatzel smiles and pats her son on the head. “Now, while you do some looking around, I’ve got something else for us to play with! I’ll be right back!”


While waiting for the mother weasel to return, Buizel dunks his head underwater and excitedly scans his surroundings, feeling like he’s entering an entirely different world. Although he didn’t exactly know what he was looking at, none of that really mattered to him, for every entity of the ocean was like a marvelous wonder of the world to him; clumps of kelp and seaweed stick out from the ground, starfish and other sea urchins lounge on small growths of coral, all while some little fishies swim around the inquisitive toddler. Now aware of what the ocean has to offer, Buizel wanted to explore every nook and cranny of this expansive environment, but his sightseeing spree came to an end once his mother came back.


“Oh, Buizel! I’m back!”


The toddler lifts his head back up and looks at Floatzel, who’s now holding a big beach ball in her hands.


“Mommy! Mommy! I saw so many cool things!” Buizel says with a wide smile, extremely eager to explain the details of his underwater exploration. “There were these little green thingies growing from the ground, and I saw some little star thingy underwater, and there were these teeny tiny sea creatures too!


“See what I mean? The ocean has lots to offer!” the mother weasel says with a wide smile. “Now, catch!” Floatzel says before tossing the beach ball to Buizel.


For several more minutes, the two Water-types throw the beach ball back and forth, engaging in one last activity before taking their leave. This goes on for quite some time, but as their arms start to tire, they figure it’s fitting to call it a day.


“Alright, are you about ready to go, sweetheart?” Floatzel asks him.


“Yes, Mommy!” he responds.


Once that’s decided, the two of them walk back to their spot on the sand, with Floatzel grabbing a blue towel and quickly drying the toddler off.


“So, I’d say it was a fun day for the both of us, don’t you agree?” Floatzel asks him.


“Uh-uh! Super duper fun!” Buizel cheerfully responds.


After completely drying him off, Floatzel packs everything up and retrieves her belongings, now ready to head back.


“Alright, let’s go!” she says. “Oh, don’t forget your seashells, sweetie!”


Buizel nods and picks up his bucket of shells, happily walking beside his mother while they head back to the car. However, before they leave the beach, the little weasel spots a small ice cream stand in the distance, now in the mood for a sweet and scrumptious treat.


“Ooh, ice cream! Ice cream! Can I get some ice cream, Mommy?” Buizel asks.


“Oh! Of course! I think my brave little boy deserves some ice cream!” Floatzel nods in approval and walks him over there.


After arriving at the ice cream stand, they’re met by a Brioone greeting them with a warm and welcoming smile.


“Welcome! What can I do for you today?” she asks them.


“I want some chocolate ice cream, please!” says Buizel.


“That’ll be all for today.” says Floatzel, grabbing some spare change from her bag and promptly paying for the ice cream.


“Coming right up!” Brionne responds, but before getting to work on their order, she can’t help but notice Buizel’s bucket of seashells. “Oh, that’s a lot of seashells you got there, little guy! I’m also quite the collector myself!”


“Ooh, you are?” Buizel asks her.


“Yep! Seashells are so cool!” says Brionne with a beaming smile, causing a certain idea to come to mind. “If you let me borrow your bucket for a bit, I can make something super special with some of those shells!”


“Oooooh, ok!” Buizel says before handing it over.


After grabbing three clam shells from the bucket, Brionne pulls a white string from her ruffled dress, making a three shell necklace out of those objects.


“There! Now you’ve got yourself a nice little necklace!” Brionne hands the bucket back and puts the necklace on the little weasel, providing him a symbolic souvenir to commemorate his first time at the beach, as well as the fear he conquered on that very day.


“Thank you, miss!” says Buizel with a satisfied smile.


“My pleasure!” Brionne cheerfully responds. “Now it’s time for your sweet treat!”


She then grabs a waffle cone in one hand and a metal scooper in the other, scooping up a dollop of chocolate ice cream and gently placing it on the cone.


“There you go! Enjoy!” says Brionne before handing him his ice cream cone.


“Alright, now that you’ve got your tasty treat, are you ready to head back to the car?” Floatzel asks.


“Mmhm!” he replies with a nod.


The two weasels turn back around and take their leave, with Buizel happily and messily eating his ice cream while they make their way back to the car.


“Ok, now let’s put you back in your regular diapers.” Floatzel says as she opens up the trunk, but not before taking notice of her son’s sticky face. “Oh! But first we gotta clean up that messy little face of yours!”


She then takes out the box of baby wipes and pulls a couple of them out, cleaning the globs of chocolate and pieces of waffle cone off his face. Once he’s all cleaned up, Floatzel picks the toddler up and lays him on the trunk, swiftly replacing his swim diaper with a white disposable one. 


“Oh, I almost forgot!” she says with a giggle. “I’m sure a certain cuddly companion is eager to see you again!” Floatzel takes out Buizel’s teddy and hands it over to him.


Buizel smiles and happily hugs his prized plushie, though he suddenly feels a wave of drowsiness wash over him while his mother picks him up and places him back in his booster seat. 


“Well, that was a whole lot of fun!” Floatzel gets back into the driver’s seat and buckles herself up. “Hm, we’ve still got a lot of daylight left, buddy. Is there anything else you wanna do?”


She looks back at Buizel and realizes that he’s already asleep, quite tuckered out from their long day at the beach.


“Oh, I guess that answers that question!” she says before starting up the car and heading back home.


Buizel remains fast asleep for the rest of the ride, though the enjoyable experiences of his first beach day linger in his mind while he drifts deeper and deeper into sleep. 


“Still asleep, sweetheart?” Floatzel says with a chuckle once the car ride reaches its conclusion. “Alright, let’s get you to bed.”


The mother weasel hops out of the car and unbuckles Buizel from his booster seat, gently patting his back while she carries him inside the house and up to his bedroom.


“Sweet dreams, buddy.” Floatzel tucks him in and gives him a kiss on the forehead. “I can’t wait to have more fun-filled days like this one!” she says before leaving his room. 


The little weasel cracks a wide smile before completely dozing off, being in total agreement with that statement. Although certain fears and anxieties may arise from novel experiences, Buizel now had the confidence to face such fears, making him all the more excited for his future experiences and endeavors.


End