You are listening to The Next Best Picture podcast, and this is our review of Pokemon Detective Pikachu.

So there I was.

I woke up with a heavy case of amnesia in the middle of nowhere.

The only clue to my past is Harry's name and address inside this hat.

So I made my way to the apartment, and that's when I found you and your stapler gun.

Stop talking. You're a hallucination. You're a hallucination. So you're a talking Pikachu with no memories. He was addicted to caffeine. I could stop whenever I want. These are just choices. Another round, extra shot. Black as night. Thank you, sweetie. Look at it! I don't know.

Maybe Harry got in too deep.

Mixed up the wrong crowd, that kind of thing.

Look, you can talk to humans.

I can talk to Pokemon.

And if you want to find your pops, we're going to need each.

No, I don't need a Pokemon.

What about a world-class detective? Ah, my clues!

What is all this?

Harry is still alive.

Case closed, but still open until I solve it.

All right, here it is.

Harry faked his own death.

Or somebody else faked Harry's death

Or

Harry

Faked somebody else's death

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