"Look, kid, this, isn't actually hurting it." said Pikachu, "picking up a window and nailing it back to the window". "This is Mimimg. To beat a Mime, you have to GET ON IT'S LEVEL. Mimes are tricky, really tough, no goo-is that mime just miming a cannon?"

Sure enough, the mime was miming lighting a fuse.

"GET DOWN!" Shouted Tim as the "Mime Cannon" went down and a wave of psychokinetic force went off in the room, blasting the door open, sending everyone to the floor.

Pikachu scrambled to his feet. "He's getting away!" he yelled, as the sound of a revving motorcycle was heard, as the Mr. Mime... revved up a mimed up jalopy. "Oh... that's just sad. Tim?"

"Stop." said Tim, holding up a imaginary wall in front of the stationary Mime.

Who went down like a sack of bricks.

"Shoulda worn a helmet," chorused everyone in the cafe.