Meowth frowns and scratches his chin with one tiny claw. "Why's it got to be books? I can read, but I don't know about boids."

Meowth has less interest in this place, and this mission, than Nageki does. He's absorbed everything that the older myths have told him, and to tell the truth it all sounds like they're pulling his leg about how awful everything's getting. So someone kidnapped the Sandman - big whoop?

But killing kids? That's a bit extreme, even by Team Rocket standards. Meowth waddles on his hind legs and grabs a book from the shelf. "I'll take this one. It looks like it has lots of pictures."