"Tell me a story, Grandma!" Joey cried. His Rattata squeaked in agreement.
"A story?" the old woman said in a creaky voice. "I'm old…my memory is going…"
"Oh, please, Grandma, please?" pleaded the young Trainer. "You can make the story up if you can't remember any real ones."
His grandmother smiled and patted his head. "Joey, it's late. Little Trainers need their rest."
Joey's Rattata squeaked loudly. "Rattata's right," Joey said firmly. "We can't sleep without a story!"
A sigh escaped the old woman's lips. "All right, then, honey," she said. "Here is a story for you.
"Once, there was a time when Team Rocket didn't just use their Pokémon to hurt other Pokémon…they went after their owners as well….."