A/N: Greetings from Tri-Sol! I come bearing this fic…now it's up to you to decide if it's worth anything, or if it deserves to be shredded to bits like Simon Cowell would do to Christmas Carollers. A before a pokémons name means that I'm using the Japanese name since that pokémon doesn't have an English name yet. Bon appetite!

Disclaimer: I'm not in any way affiliated with pokémon or anything similar, though if Poké Rangers Dimension Warriors is anything to go by, I will be by 2012. Furthermore, little of this info is official to my knowledge, so…yeah…

Oh, by the way, if you're wondering why Rhyhorn…I asked my Mum to name any wild animal, and she said rhino, so…

The World of Pokémon: The Rampaging Rhyhorn

A man wearing a beige explorers outfit, hat and all, laden with a backpack and a belt bearing a lot of equipment was stood just in shot of the camera, apparently talking to the cameraman.

"What…oh crap, we're rolling!" he cried, and he ran a few feet away, in front of the camera.

"Hello, I'm world-renowned Pokémon Watcher, Egbert Fropper," he whispered excitedly, "Welcome to my new show, The World of Pokémon, where we'll explore – the world of pokémon…who wrote this?" he asked the cameraman.

"Oh…right…me…" he said moments later.

"Well, today, we're going to be discovering all we can about the mighty wild Rhyhorn. Let's go see if we can find one," Egbert said. He walked off, and eventually, the camera followed. They searched for several hours, without finding any pokémon, let alone Rhyhorn. Eventually, however, they found one grazing by a tree.

"Ah, excellent. Now, as we approach it, we have to remember to stay downwind, so that it can't smell us, and make sure our breathing matches its, so it cant hear us. Those are the first two rules of Pokémon Watching. Even though Rhyhorn have incredible strength, a wide range of attacks and abilities, and can be extremely dangerous if provoked, they're naturally very peaceful creatures, but they don't get on well with humans – oh dear, it's spotted us! I think we'd better run!" Egbert cried. The Rhyhorn had finished grazing, and had spotted Edgar and the cameraman.

"Fortunately, Rhyhorn are well known for being very slow, so if we go fast enough, we should be able to-" he said whilst running, but stopped and screamed like a little girl as the Rhyhorn ran at hyper speed, caught up, and tackled him to the ground.

"This is it! Goodbye cruel world!" Edgar cried dramatically, but then he started giggling, "Hey, hey stop it! Come on!"

The human-hating Rhyhorn was licking him in a friendly way.

Shortly…

"Now, the reason this Rhyhorn here is so friendly is because it's only a baby," Edgar said, feeding the tiny Rhyhorn some Pecha berries, "But if it was fully grown, then neither I nor Ted here would still be alive. Now, whilst Rhyhorn can only learn three types of attacks naturally, normal, rock, and bug, but with TM's it can also learn electric attacks, fire attacks, um, ice attacks, and more. However, there's a common misconception that Rhyhorn can learn Surf, but this isn't true; they can't learn Surf until they evolve into Rhydon. Almost pointlessly, in fact, the only water attack they can learn is-" Edgar continued, but he was cut off as the baby blasted out a Water Gun at him.

"-Rain Dance…not Water Gun…" Edgar said rather in an irritated tone. Next, the young pokémon shot a Psybeam into the sky.

"Oh, forget it," Edgar yelled, and he stormed off.

Shortly…

"Now, it's a good thing we did leave that Rhyhorn quickly, because if its parents found us, they certainly would have attacked us, as Rhyhorn are very protective of their young. However, it's a shame, because Rhyhorn are a very rare breed, having been almost hunted to extinction. Rhydon are even rarer, partly due to evolving at such a high level. And since Rhydon cant evolve into Dosaidon without the help of an item, they're virtually non existent in the wild," Edgar finished.

However, at the top of the hill he looked down, and saw a field full of about 50 Rhydon and Dosaidon – each. Furthermore, they were using their eggs like footballs (soccer balls).

"You know what, forget it, to hell with it! Screw the Rhyhorn family!" he cried at the top of his lungs.

This attracted the attention of the Rhydon and Dosaidon in the field below. They raced up the hill, and Edgar didn't even bother to get out of their way, as they trampled over him, narrowly avoiding the cameraman.

"Edgar Fropper, your Safari game is over," a voice boomed over the Safari Zone's PA system, "Edgar Fropper, your Safari game is over."

"What!? But I paid them triple price for more time!" Edgar cried, returning to his feet. He sighed, and looked at the camera.

"Join me again next week, when we'll profile-" he started, but he paused, as he was again trampled by the Rhydon and Dosaidon, returning to their field.

"When I quit! Edgar out!"

A/N: Wow, I'm on a roll, three updates (for different things) in two days…contrary to what Edgar said, if you liked this so much you'd like to see him profile another pokémon, let me know which ones you'd like to see. See ya!