It’s a universal truth that toddlers are quite the inquisitive kids. Those tiny tykes are always so curious about the big world they’ve come to love in their couple of years of life, always so eager to dive right into this domain full of unfamiliarity. Of course, when it comes to Electric-type tots, those high-maintenance, high energy kids who can hardly stay still, their curiosity manifests in a more tactile form, for they much prefer familiarizing themselves through the physical practice of play over the more sedentary acts of speculation. Falling in line with this philosophy of action over thought is a familiar fella named Pablo, the Pichu donning a light red t-shirt and a plain white diaper as he prepares to embark on a spur of the moment adventure amidst his mommy and daddy making dinner.




“Hehehehe!”




Off the little guy goes as he waddles his way out of the living room, gleefully giggling and laughing as he seizes another chance to use his recently acquired coordination, the Pichu’s petit tail energetically shaking while he starts to think about what he’ll get to engage with on this exciting excursion.




“Hehehe…huh?”




Fortunately, Pablo doesn’t have to put too much thought into finding a place to explore, because with just a little look to the left, he spots a door leading to destinations unknown, its wide open state enticing the toddler to take a peek inside. For the mother and father already familiar with the in and outs of their own household, it’s simply the door leading to the downstairs bathroom, but to the little dude who doesn’t know any better, to the boy who’s too busy doing his business in his diapers to have any business with bathrooms, it’s totally uncharted territory.




“Hmmmm…”




However, after taking a couple steps closer to the door, Pablo realizes he isn’t completely unfamiliar with the area after all, that while he’s never been inside the downstairs bathroom before, he does know that his parents often pay visits to this particular place, adding another layer of allure to the location. On top of that, the Electric-type rodent also recalls this door being closed on quite a few occasions, prompting him to perceive its open state as an opportunity of a lifetime; to the diaper-clad kid who doesn’t know that bathrooms demand an expectation of privacy, it may as well be an exclusive access area only a few can enter, and so he takes no hesitation to step inside and see what’s so special about such a place. 




“Ooooooh!”




While the space itself is rather small, containing only a singular toilet, Pablo is absolutely amazed by the unfamiliar object in front of him, the playful Pichu cracking a wide smile now that he has something to toy and tinker with. Staring at the porcelain throne with wide eyes, awestruck by the toilet towering over his tiny body, the kid becomes all the more curious about this unknown contraption, really wanting to know what it does. Although, before Pablo can get too preoccupied over the toilet’s purpose, another object quickly catches the kid’s interest as he notices the roll of toilet paper to his right. Having never seen such a thing, for a few seconds the Pichu simply stares and takes note of its pure white color before swiftly satisfying his tactile senses, his eyes widening in anticipation as he extends a hand towards it. Eventually making contact, the toddler smiles in response to how soft it is to the touch, so intrigued by its smooth texture, so contented by the fluffy feel of fabric comfortably caressing his hand. But as Pablo slowly moves his hand down the paper, eager to feel the full extent of its soft surface, he ends up discovering another detail, another reason for the toilet paper to pique his interest.




“Hm?”




Seeing the roll slightly spin in response to his subtle hand movement, noticing a small sheet of the soft paper hanging down from the roll, the Electric-type now sports a slightly confused expression, his mind making all kinds of mental maneuvers to comprehend how and why that just happened. However, hardly a few seconds later, the kid’s confused face shifts to an even wider smile, astounded to know that the toilet paper is not only something soft to the touch, but also something that responds to his touch. Marveled by its movement, the little boy suddenly thinks of a far funnier idea, some sillier shenanigans that perfectly suit his penchant for play.




“Hehehehe!”




Now placing both hands on the sheet, Pablo starts to quickly unravel the roll, joyfully giggling and laughing at the several sights accompanying his antics. Seeing the roll move so swiftly is nothing short of satisfying to the playful Pokémon, the sight of it spinning around so exciting to the energetic child, and as if that’s not already amusing on its own, all the toilet paper piling on the floor is an equally silly spectacle for the Electric-type tot to behold, all while not having a single care about the mess he’s making. Rolling, rolling, rolling. Spinning, spinning, spinning. The soft sensations paired with its speedy movements make messing with it immensely addicting to the kid, having so much fun treating the toilet paper like a toy to tinkered with. While those seconds of unrolling and unraveling are somewhat short-lived, the thick roll of toilet paper now nothing but a skinny brown tube, Pablo is still all smiles while he stares at the paper piled on the bathroom floor, glad to have the soft substance in such high supply.




POOOOMF!




As if to take a bit of a breather after his spontaneous shenanigans, Pablo takes a seat on the pile of paper, the combined comfort of his snugly secured diaper and the surplus of sheets making him feel like he’s sitting on the softest and fluffiest of clouds. Not one to sit still for too long, however, the Pichu soon stands back up, only to suddenly feel something sticking onto the back of his diaper.




“Hm?”




Noticing some strands of the peculiar paper stuck onto his pampers, the Electric-type’s expression changes to one of confusion once again, wondering why some of the toilet paper is now stuck to his tush like tape. However, in a flash his face shifts back to the silliest of smiles, the tyke now realizing he’s discovered yet another fun detail about this object, thinking it’s so cool that the toilet paper is soft, smooth, and sticky all at once. Awestruck by the multifaceted mannerisms of this novelty, quite captivated by its unique combinations of qualities, Pablo is now immensely eager to unravel the intricacies of the peculiar paper, now fascinated to know where its functions lie. The Pichu then scoops up several pieces of toilet paper from the pile, certain there must be so much more to it than being soft and sticky to the touch. Although, due to the fact he’s still in diapers, due to the fact Pablo’s parents have yet to teach him the concept of potty training, it’s impossible for him to understand the toilet paper’s true purpose, but this doesn’t matter one bit to the baby boy; while Pablo can’t possibly know the paper is primarily used for wiping, while only the aspiring big kids in pursuit of potty proficiency can boast of having acquired such a powerful piece of knowledge, this doesn’t stop the playful Pichu from finding a function for it, one that’s far more fun than its actual use.




“Weeeheehee!”




Bursting into boisterous laughter, Pablo suddenly throws his handfuls of paper upwards, cheerfully clapping his hands while the white sheets ascend into the air. As the tot watches the strands of toilet paper slowly descend like snow falling from the sky, seeing them sway from side to side as they gently float back down to the floor, the silly boy assumes its function is identical to the celebratory confetti, and while that doesn’t come close to its primary purpose, the little kid couldn’t care less. Having had so much fun familiarizing himself with this object, now cherishing the soft sheets he was one a stranger to, Pablo stuffs several strands of toilet paper into his diaper, quite the silly form of safekeeping as some of the strands peek out the back of his poofy pants. 




Finished with his toilet paper tomfoolery, knowing there’s still one more part of this new environment to explore, the toddler’s focus shifts back to the centerpiece of the bathroom setting. First fixating on its open space, Pablo waddles to the toilet and takes a peek, yearning to know what wonders lie inside, what possibilities pertain to its gaping pit. The tot’s excitement somewhat wanes upon seeing it’s just some water, truly nothing all that special, though it does at least get Pablo ponder the potty’s purpose, the familiar liquid causing him to initially think the device is some kind of drinking fountain. Naturally not one to engage in such speculation for long, the Electric-type suddenly looks up at the lever on the top left side of the toilet, its silver colors tempting him to touch it as his eyes sparkle at the sight of the shinier object. Immediately acting upon this impulse, Pablo jumps up and takes hold of the toilet seat, swiftly kicking his feet as he hoists himself up, expending only a bit of his extensive energy supply to carry out this climb. The trek to the top of the toilet now complete, Pablo places his feet on each side of the seat, the Pichu’s smile widening as he leans closer to the little lever and places a hand on it. Although, as the child is about to find out, all it takes is a teensy bit of force to trigger the toilet’s mechanisms, to set off a chain of events beyond his comprehension.




WOOOOOOOOSH! FLOOOOOOOOOOSH!!!




“Woah!”




With the porcelain throne’s power now awakened, its raging roar booms throughout the bathroom, the sheer force of the noise causing the boy to nearly lose his balance as he teeters and totters on the toilet seat. Even after stabilizing himself, Pablo starts to feel a bit scared as the once still waters exponentially expand and envelop the near entirety of the toilet’s interior, causing him to think he just caused some kind of catastrophe as this combination of intense sounds and sights paints quite the foreboding picture. However, once the diaper-clad kid realizes he’s not in any danger after all, his expression alters to a more awestruck kind of shock as the toilet shifts to its next flushing sequence.




“Ooooooooh!”




Once the sounds start to subside, Pablo’s interest is promptly piqued by the water swiftly making circles around the basin, extremely enthralled by the whimsical whirlpool he’s witnessing. Spinning. Spinning. Spinning. Swirling. Swirling. Swirling. The swirly sight is near hypnotic to the little guy as his eyes remain glued to what’s going on, gleefully giggling at the water spinning round and round, thoroughly thrilled by the vortex getting smaller and smaller until it’s sucked into the hole, the cycle now complete as the toilet returns to its original state.




“Hm?”




Still trying to process that roller coaster of events and emotions, Pablo is now a bit stumped by this final act of the flushing sequence, having no idea where all of that water went as he raises an eyebrow in confusion. Bouncing back to brief speculation, the Pichu ponders if the toilet’s hole is perhaps a portal leading to a different dimension, a wormhole leading to worlds beyond. But, as quickly as the thought emerges, the Electric-type is just as quick to conclude those questions don’t really matter, for all he cares to know is that the press of the toilet’s lever leads to lots of silly and swirly fun.




“Hehehehe! Dat was fun!”




In time, the tyke will truly learn about the toilet, destined to eventually encounter this contraption rebranded as “the big boy potty” when his mommy and daddy decide it’s time for him to ditch the diapers. But until that time comes, not needing to worry about any business of the big kid world, entitled to cherish the most carefree components of childhood as a baby barely above the age of two, Pablo is free to perceive everything he encounters as something to play with, free to familiarize himself with the world in the funnest and silliest of ways.




GUUUURGLE!!! GUUURGLE!!!




Moments after his mucking about in the bathroom, the little boy realizes he’s gotta go to the bathroom as a building pressure brews in his bowels. As if to taunt the toilet, as if he’s well aware he doesn’t have to waste his time going poo poo on the potty, the Pichu pops a squat while still standing on the seat, his diaper being the only destination for his dumpy deposits.




“Mmmmmmph!”




PBLAAAAAAART!!!




Pablo promptly pushes a stinky load into his pampers, causing them to slump down to his feet as the sizable solid settles. Not needing to worry about wiping himself, not needing to abide by any of the bathroom’s rules, all that’s required is a relieved sigh and a dopey smile to signify he’s done filling his diaper. As for the adults who must face the fallout of Pablo’s fooling around, so dialed in on making dinner that they hardly heard a sound of their son’s shenanigans, it’s not until now that they pause to check on Pablo.




“Sweetie! It’s time for din- huh?” the mother Raichu turns around only to notice her son out of sight; rather than this being a cause for concern, knowing the little fella couldn’t have gone very far, she simply chuckles and steps out of the kitchen while her husband sets the table.




“Oh my goodness!”




It only takes a few seconds to find him, though the state of the bathroom leaves the mother nothing short of shocked as she spots several sheets of toilet paper scattered all over the floor. While that’s already quite the mess to clean up, the Raichu’s shock is quickly replaced by confusion as she then spots the toddler standing on the toilet seat, not only questioning why and how he’s up there, but also wondering why there’s toilet paper in his diaper, wondering what led to the surreal sight she’s witnessing. But before she can think too long about that, she sees that toilet paper isn’t the only thing in Pablo’s pants, that she’s got more than one mess to address as she smells a stinky stench and sees a sizable lump sagging down in his diaper. And yet, in spite of the situation, she just smiles and laughs, knowing these are the consequences that can come from leaving a silly kid unsupervised.




“You silly goose!”




Such are the short and sweet words she says to the toddler, knowing not to take a punitive approach because Pablo doesn’t know better, permitting his play knowing there’s only so much time for the little Electric-type to be liberated from any sort of societal pressures. In response to his mother’s presence, the Pichu glances at her with an innocent smile, unbothered by both the pile of toilet paper still on the floor and the poopy diaper drooping down to his feet, having no worries whatsoever.




“Hehehe!”




Of course, that’s exactly the way life should be for this little guy. Giggling and laughing as Pablo’s mother picks him up, the toddler’s curiosity is sufficiently satisfied for the time being, thus concluding the baby boy’s bathroom adventure.




End