Carl
Was he still red? Yeah, he was still red! And everyone could probably see it! Allister took a closer look at the bowling ball and realized that yeah, it was too heavy. The purple ones were apparently twelve pounds, which was way too much for the tiny gym leader. *"Too heavy for you?"*
"Sh-shut-" He grumbled, smacking Leon on the arm. "But... Ye..." He sighed, and covered his face. He actually didn't know how to bowl at all, and it was incredibly easy to tell. Unlike singing, or dancing which were all sort of connected, anything that required strength was like an instant lose for the little boy. He peaked over Leon's shoulder, as he explained the rules, and wow! He was *Really* Good at this game. Of course he was. But the champ had been upset recently, so no was was he gonna take the joy away from him.
"Ohhhh... M'kay, I s-see..." Allister nodded a bit, and slowly approached the ball, this time preparing himself for the weight. He wasn't as strong as Leon, not at all, so he couldn't pick the ball up with one hand, Instead, he held it with two, and sort of swung to the side in order to make it roll. Of course, this kind of threw off his aim, entirely-. And instead of getting a strike, he ended up dropping it into the side.
"...W-what was that?" He asked, somewhat bitter about it.
Johnny
Leon watches as Allister awkwardly gets the ball rolling along down the lane. Was it too heavy? Leon thought Allister would be able to lift it—So. The bowling bowl takes its slow pace, but it's starting to slope to one side. Leon leans in his stance as if somehow his body could maybe control the bowling ball back to the center. But it didn't and last minute, it goes into the gutter—making that a miss. A tv shown above the lane displays an Alolan Exeggutor. The head of it wiggles and one by one, the eggs drop down into a nest. The last one struggles to fall while the others have made it safely. When the last one manages to escape and fall, the nest was picked up by a Dugtrio that appears beneath it, whisking the whole thing away. The last Exeggutor egg falls to the hard ground, splattering out the word "MISS!" ...

That was pretty graphic. Aside from that, bowling alley TVs play the weirdest things! "Ah well, you missed, Allister," Leon states the obvious while answering the boy. "Good thing in bowling, you're allowed two throws! This is your last chance for this turn!" The ball returns. "Maybe we should go for a lighter one?" He glances around the whole room and spots a bright pink one. When he held it, it was *Too* Light! Allister may be able to throw it, but he'd need the strength to make sure the pins actually *Fall.* "You just have to find the right one." He puts the pink bowling ball away.
Carl
"Obviously!" Allister snapped, when Leon reminded him that he missed. He crossed his arms and huffed, frustration building up in the back of his mind. *'Okay... Just be calm. Like sis says, you're not gonna be good at something the first time you try it.'* But he had been *Good* At singing and dancing... What the hell.
Allister grumbled with frustration, seeing the ball just disappear like that. "Ugh..." The young gym leader frowned at the annoying animation that played on screen, as it was just adding insult to injury at that point. He was about to turn and leave when Leon reminded him that, oh yeah, he gets another throw. It probably wasn't worth much anymore, but he might as well try, right?

The purple ball was too heavy, that was understood. But it soured his mood knowing that he couldn't even have his favorite color. Leon picked up a pink ball, which made him scowl ever so slightly. Not *Too* Much, as he was adjusting to his new mask not hiding his entire face. Everyone knows that in Allister's eyes, purple beats pink. So he was gonna have to find another ball.
"Mhmm... Ye." He said, picking up a different one, this time it was blue, and only weighed seven pounds. Holding it in his hand the boy figured he could definitely lift it it, and walked over to to the lane to try again.
"One... Two... Three!"
Allister swung, but the second he did, a sharp pain shot through his arm, making him fling the ball in a random direction. "Agh!" He hiss, gritting his teeth at the pain. Looking up, he found that the ball was... Rolling into the gutter... In a *Different* Lane...
"URGHH! C-CRUMBS!" If not for being a polite British boy, Allister's language would have been a lot more colorful there. Still, he felt his heart sink, and his anger rise. "Arceus! I h-hate this game!"