This story begins in the far outskirts of the Kanto region, where there is a cottage deep in a lush forest beside a small flowing lake. Inside the cottage there is a small, but very friendly, Bulbasaur sleeping.
"BULBA!" The Bulbasaur shouted as he wakes from the apparent nightmare he was having. He looks in both directions of him and gets up with slight struggle. He walks over to the mirror that was leaned against the wall on the floor. He stares at the reflection of himself for less than a second before making funny faces. As he was doing this, a knock came from the front door of the cottage. He pauses the funny-face-making and heads towards the door. "Bulba? Saur?" he asks. Immediately, a voice comes from behind the door. "Pika Pi!" the Pikachu answered with excitement. The Bulbasaur extended his vines and turned the knob, opening the door. "Bulbasaur! Bulba!" he happily said as he welcomed the Pikachu inside his home. "Bulba?" the Bulbasaur asked, curious about his day. "Pika pika," he said. smiling. After answering Bulbasaur's question about his day, he decided to ask the same question. "Pika?" he asked. Pikachu sat down on Bulbasaur's hay pile, which was his bed, and tilted his head towards Bulbasaur in a questioning manner. "Bulba, Bulba," he answers, shutting the door with his vines and retracting them the minute he turns away from the door. He walks towards Pikachu and then sits beside him on the pile of sticks. They both smile at each other. "Bulbasaur, Bulba?" Bulbasaur asks as he itches his head with one of his vines, asking why Pikachu had come so early to visit him. Pikachu got up from the make-shift bed and started to do various motions with his body to explain the reason for his visit. Not that he needed a reason; they were both very good friends. "Pika Pikachu!" he shouted with enthusiasm, moving both hands in the air swinging them all over the place. "Bulba?' he asks. Pikachu jumps, and a few sparks come from his cheeks. He grabs one of Bulbasaur's vines and leads him out of the cottage and into the open air of the blossoming forest.
"Bulbasaur?" he asks pikachu, wondering where he is being taken to.
"Pika pi, pikachu!" he answers, giving Bulbasaur a face of don't-be-so-impatient.
After many twists and turns in various directions in the forest, they finally come to a stop. Bulbasaur, out of breath and tired, asks Pikachu if they are there yet and once again asks where he is being taken to. But Pikachu, previously obstructing Bulbasaur's view, finally moves to the side without a word, answering his many questions. There, in front of Bulbasaur's eyes, stood a PokéCarnival. He had never seen such a large PokéCarnival before. They had everything, from exotic foods (e.g. fried pasta, berries and candy) to thrilling rides that went 45mph. He did not see one thing that he did not want to try. Pikachu, knowing that the carnival would only be here for a short while since it only came once a year for less than a few hours, grabbed Bulbasaur's vine and ran to the nearest activity. They both went into the PokéCarnival with wide smiles on their faces. They ate everything they could and rode every ride. Pikachu gave Bulbasaur a day he would never forget. That day their stomachs grew bigger and their friendship ever stronger.
The End.