Smeargle was unamused. Totodile had startled him out of his mid-afternoon nap. And really, he had only one response for this.

The beagle-like pokemon swipes his tail across the other pokemon several times, leaving broad streaks of green paint, and then merely gets up and sits down several feet away.

Takato, meanwhile, is over on the other side of the clearing, looking at an interesting tree. He turns around just in time to see Smeargle's newest artistic attempt and quickly runs over. "Smeargle! You can't do that! Remember what I said about drawing on paper? I am so, so sorry!"