Welcome to Ryme City. A celebration of the harmony
between humans and Pokémon. ♪ ♪ Tim, your dad was a
legend in this precinct. – If you are anything
like your dad– – I’m not. I remember you wanted
to be a Pokémon trainer when you were young. – Yeah, that didn’t
really work out. Someone there? Whoever you are,
I know how to use this. Aw, jeez. Here we go. I know you can’t
understand me. But put down the stapler… … or I will electrocute you. ♪ ♪ Did you just talk? Whoa. Did you just understand me? – Oh, my God! You can understand me! – Stop! I have been so lonely! They try to talk
to me all the time. All they hear is
“Pika-Pika.” You can hear him, right? Pika-Pika. Yeah. Pika-Pika-Pika. He’s adorable. You’re adorable. They can’t
understand me, kid. – Can no one else hear him?! ♪ ♪ I don’t need a Pokémon.
Period. Then what about a
world-class detective. Becase if you wanna
find your pops… … I’m your best bet. We’re gonna do this,
you and me. ♪ I can’t see me loving nobody
but you for all my life ♪ There’s magic.
It brought us together. And that magic is
called hope. Listen up, we got
ways to make you talk, or mime…
– Yeah. …So tell us
what we wanna know. Pipe. Yes. Okay. A can. Shoving? Pushing. My problem is that
I push people away and then hate
them for leaving. He’s saying you can shove it. – What? I can shove it? Okay, that’s it. No.
We’re switching roles. I’m bad cop,
you’re good cop. – No, we’re not cops. In my head,
I saw that differently.