Three young Pokémon sat down in front of a larger, older Pokémon (not that she was fat, but since she is older, she is most likely bigger) while she sat on an antique chair, admiring the design while picking up a book that was bigger than she was (the kids were astounded by this amazing process, though it lasted a few minutes) and placed it on a table in front of her, so she may read it properly. "Now," she said in a voice that seemed much younger voice, despite her years, "it's amazing how you are interested in this story. It starts before your grandparents were born..." Her voice trailed for a few minutes, apparently lost in thought, before a "Hey lady!" was thrust her way and she snapped out of it. "The story of Blaze is a fantastic one, as she is a fantastic person."
"Excuse me ma'am," one of the kids suddenly stood up, "but can I have a cookie?"
The other kids stood up too. "I want a cookie!"
"Me too!"
The old Pikachu got up and went to the pile of cookies on a table nearby and got four out. Three for them, one for me, she thought with a grin. She gave the kids their cookies and they sat down again, eating hers. "So," she said when they were finished with their cookies, "are you ready to hear the story of-"
"I have to go to the BATHROOM," one of the kids cried out suddenly. This one was a Chikorita with an autumn-colored leaf on her head even though it's the middle of spring. "It just is natural," she said when asked about it. She was reluctant at first to come here but her wealthy family "convinced" her to come anyway.
"It's down the hall and to the left," the Pikachu explained. She sat there as the Chikorita left for the bathroom. It took a few long minutes before she returned. Pikachu stared at everyone, waiting for them to make another interruption, but they remained quiet. "Everyone ready," she asked, "or do you need something?" When no one answered, she bent down closer to the book. "Okay then. This is the story of Blaze the Glaceon."
"Excuse me," said one of the kids, a blue Buizel, "but why is she called Blaze if she's a Glaceon?"
"An excellent question," Pikachu replied, "she is, in fact, a red Glaceon with the ability to use fire attacks."
"Wow," said the last kid, a dark green Eevee, "I want to be just like her."
"A lot of kids have said that. Anyway, we got a long story ahead of us." Pikachu cleared her throat, "this is the story of Blaze the red Glaceon…"