"It's...best not to ask...." Merrick mutters while sheepishly scratching the back of his head.
Jeff eventually recovers after blowing the pollen out of his nose with a plain, white tissue and tosses it into a nearby garbage can.
"In any case, it's best that two magic-users teleport the group down into the mad scientist's secret lab," he coughs, "Even a more powerful Magician such as myself has limits."
Merrick nods in acceptance as they begin separating the group into an even, less strenuous number. They then prepare to cast their Teleport spell, Merrick holding up his scepter while Jeff threw both his hands into the air.
"TELEPORT!!!"
Beams of light surround the group as they disappear from the campus down to where Swoobat and the other Psychic-type Pokemon pinpointed the safest, least dusty location.