I saw some mouse flubbing his breakfast date, and I think the spirit of Valentine's day made me step in and help.

I grabbed the two of them, and tossed 'em under a piston somewhere. I'll check on them this afternoon, but I think it'd be hard for him to mess up such a structured interaction.

I'm going to turn you into a plush Squirtle and cram you into a pokéball.

Getting flattened, wrapped around an angry wolf, tied shut, and hung from a tree.

Getting bucked off a horse so hard that your soul leaves your body for a second, and then getting kicked to the ground before you can get back to your corporeal form. An angry horse slamming his hoof down onto your shimmering blue spirit. Him doing it again. Then again. Then again. Then again.

A feral giraffe chewing you for six hours before spitting you into a rooftop gutter.

Scheme to have more bed space by turning your SO into a plush was working well: When they're asleep, turn into plush, back to normal in the morning, and don't suspect a thing, having comfy dreams of being snuggled.

Then forget to turn them back one morning...and don't remember until at work. Oops.

Sure they'll be fine until after shift.

Assuming your dog doesn't find plush in meantime...

I'm going to walk by the violence-cloud I threw you into at the beginning of the episode.

Molding a rude panther into a whimpering tennis ball before throwing them into a dog park.

Getting swallowed by a Yoshi right before someone edits him to have a monobutt.