"Hey everyone, I'm home!" Ash exclaimed as he pushed open the door to the Ketchum residence, Serena, Bonnie, and Clemont behind him. The young trainer looked around, and his expression changed from happy to confused. 'Why does everyone look... Disappointed? Angry?' Ash's questions he thought up was immediately answered by one frowning Misty. "Well, Ketchum, you seemed to have lost the league again. Why don't you just give up?" She snapped. Ash's expression changed again, this time to disbelief. "You're trying to make me give up on my DREAM?! Of course I'm not going to stop!" He yelled back, with a certain Pikachu snarling at Misty from his shoulder. "Wow, now that I think I've ever looked up to you. You're some weakling." This time it was Max, rolling his eyes. By now, Pikachu looked like he could murder. "Yeah, you got that right. You're a stubborn, weak brat, little kid." Now it was Iris, glaring. Pikachu immediately fired off a Thunderbolt, directed at Iris. "If you're gonna make Ash give up on his lifelong dream, you don't deserve his friendship!" Serena yelled, getting a "Yeah!" from Bonnie. Ash was on the verge of tears as he stormed out the house, and to professor Oak's lab, with his Kalosian friends racing after him.
-Scene change: Professor Oak's lab
"So, that's what happened." Ash sighed, just enough for the professor to hear. "Ah, I'm sorry for you, but I might be able to help."
"Really?"
"Yeah! I can remove the carrier limit from your Pokédex, so you can carry all your Pokémon at once!"
"Thanks professor!" Ash handed over his Kalos Pokédex.
After about 10 minutes, Professor Oak gave the Pokédex back, along with a Herdier-sized back with a Pikachu printed on it.
"All you're Pokéballs are in this bag. Now, I will inform Professor Sycamore about this. But be safe, and feel free to visit!"
"I will. Thanks again!" Ash pushed open the lab door, revealing his anxious friends.
"What happened?" Clemont asked, blinking.
"Nothing. Got my Pokédex upgraded, that's all."
"What's that bag for?" Bonnie poked the bag curiously.
"It has all my Pokémon in it." Ash said. (A/N: He has 1 Tauros. Screw 30, that will make the bag the size of eight Purugly.)
"Wow! How many do you have?!" Serena stared at the bag, amazed.
"Let's see, Pikachu, Charizard, Krabby... I'd say around... 50?"
"That's awesome!"
"I'm glad you're still my friends." Ash smiled.
"Well, if you lost 90% of them, we figured you'd need some backup." Clemont shrugged.
Everyone smiled.
-Time change: 3 years later
"-And finally, Charizard and Greninja, you work with Glaceon, Bisharp, and Lucario. How does that sound?" The now 15 year-old Ash asked his Pokémon.
"Yeah!" Everyone responded.
Ash watched his 80-or-so Pokémon training. Stretching, he looked up to find a Pidgeot drop a letter in his hands. Examining it, he called:"Hey everyone! Might wanna check this out!" Serena, Bonnie, and Clemont, along with all his Pokémon, came walking over to Ash. Eagerly tearing up the packaging, he found a letter:
Dear Ash Ketchum:
You've been invited to the Champions' tournament! If you win this tournament, you will get the golden chance to battle the Sinnoh champion, Cynthia! This tournament takes place in Hearthome city, Sinnoh, and on the 5th of June. And as a little plot-twist, you are allowed to use any Pokémon you own! Good luck, competitors!
-Cynthia, Professor Rowan, all staff
"Wow, a tournament. Whaddya' know." Bonnie tapped her chin. "Can I join it?"
"Of course you can, sister. You do have Dedenne, Delphox and the others, right?"
"Yeah."
"So go for it!" Ash put his fist in the air. "What are we waiting for? Let's go to Sinnoh!"
"Yeah!" All the Pokémon cheered along with the foursome, excited.
-Scene change: Airport
"Attention everyone on airline Latias-6412, we have started collecting passengers."
"WE'RE LAAAATE!" Bonnie screamed, clutching her Sunflora-yellow backpack.
Ash and his friends are in the airport, dodging people and Pokémon, trying to get to their stations on time.
"I think... I see the station!" Serena said, running.
"WHAT?! I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" Bonnie yelled.
After another 10 seconds of hyper-agility running, the foursome(A/N: I was very tempted to put "Our heroes") finally reached the station, and just in time.
