You don't have a choice!

Why is it that it's always some kid saving the world from crazy hydrophiles or psychic megalomaniacs? Because it's socially acceptable for adults to foist their responsibilities on whoever got their first pokemon last. When a ranger points at you and loudly says, "Hey, you'll help us, right?" You remember the truth of this world. All of this is for show; the fire will keep burning till you put it out. You curse yourself for being fooled. After a heal and a sigh, you head back into the inferno.

You have Smoochum summon snowfall over the forest, but it does little against the fire. Well, this isn't a problem you can solve. Time to leave this to the professionals. Maybe you can take Yellow on a date at the museum to pass the time till the fire settles down.

"Hey!" Damn it

Brock swoops down on an aerodactyl and gives a smile, "Thanks for helping out, but please don't use ice moves around the ground types." It's not really an issue; the snow evaporated before it hit the ground. "Misty could probably use your help. She ran that way." Brock points in the direction he expects you to go and flies off.

You have little choice, so you do as you're told and pursue Misty. It's not long before you see a tidal wave go by. you head for the source.

When you see her, the first thing you want to do with Misty is take her to a salon for her straw-like hair. You get a nagging feeling and reach up to touch the top of your head. You'll need to borrow someone's shampoo.

She's annoyed, "These fires keep spreading! By the time I get one place put out, the last place is dry and ready to burn!"

Fortunately, you have an idea about that. If you use ice moves to chill an area, the hot air will naturally move towards the ice. The resulting wind will ensure that the fire can only spread towards the ice.

"Good thinking, kid!" Misty slaps you on the back and hands over a couple tms. "Staryu will help you freeze the area. I'll handle the fires."

You find yourself holding TM 13: Ice Beam.

The problem with your plan wasn't that fire would spread towards you. The problem was that the heat difference would make the hot air smash into the ground in a downburst. You gladly stop when the sounds of burning disappear and Misty strolls up with a grin on her face.

"Fire's out."