Elecmon gives a quick chuckle, then bounds off. He's only gone for a moment, and when he returns he's holding an egg nearly as big as he is, which he thrusts into Barry's hands.

"Rub this egg, Barry," he says, firmly. "It's nearly ready to hatch."

Turning, he peers at the scanner, but doesn't try to move any closer to it.

"What does it do?"