With a theatrical sigh, just to show how put upon he was, Gary set about helping the assembled fire fighters clear up the wreckage left behind by the Charizard. He left the heavy lifting, along with the actual work of putting out fires, to Blastoise, busying himself with smaller tasks off. While he worked, he could still feel the baleful gaze of the Ninetails on the back of his neck.<br/><br/>"You know," He called out, dead casual, facing away from the monster so it couldn't see his wry grin. "I might be able to help you faster, if you decided to help me first. It's such a lot of work, cleaning all this up." Thinking about it, this day hadn't been all bad. Sure there was some property damage here and there, but it was at least interesting. And he'd had a chance to show off next to his son, which was also rare. Gary didn't often get to cut loose when he wasn't around his family, which was part of the reason he was happy that Norman had come to visit.<br/><br/>Trying hard not to laugh, he went on talking to the Ninetails, his voice utterly innocent. "I'm just saying is all. This job could take all day, otherwise."<br/><br/>Gary was waiting for an answer when his phone rang. And one glance at hee Caller ID wiped the smile from his face. Charity always brought up... Complicated emotions. He certainly didn't want to dwell on them right now. So he answered quickly, trying to keep his voice neutral. "Well, look whose calling me up. Have you heard of our little incident? It's been quite a day."