"Pooby! Come back!" an older man shouted from his door. He was short and chubby. His green eyes were filled with dew-like tears. The tears fell into his grey mustache.
A small Teddiursa ran from the man. Tears ran down it's face as well. It's red shirt was soaked with tears.
"Mr. Bee, where are you going?" a grey haired woman asked the crying man.
"Pooby ran away! I have to get him!" Mr. Bee replied to the woman. He ran after his Pokemon, who ran outside.
The Little Bear Pokemon trotted out to a wall, where a blue and white Pokemon was napping. Pooby climbed up the wall and licked the Pokemon on the face. It hissed in fear and fell off the wall. Mr. Bee came running in.
"Pooby? Pooby, there you are! And you found another Pokemon that's great!" the old man said in relief as he took out a pokeball. "Now I can catch it!" Mr. Bee said as he threw the pokeball. A red light appeared and sucked up the Pokemon. It ticked three times and then clicked. "Groovy!" Mr. Bee exclaimed as he put the ball in his pocket. "C'mon Pooby, it's almost time to go home."
Ooohs and ahhs came from Mr. Bee's classroom eighth period that day. According to their pokedexes, the Pokemon was a female Meowstic. She looked irritated.
"Mr. Bee? What is she doing?" a red haired girl asked from the front of the crowd. Meowstic raised her ears while she scowled at the children. A piercing noise came from the rings on the inside of her ear. The children screamed in pain and covered their ears.
"That was Disarming Voice!" a boy with now broken glasses exclaimed. Meowstic glared at the boy, her eyes turning a brilliant purple. He shuddered in fear. "That must be Mean Look." he said fearful of the Pokemon using the move again.
The bell rang and the children filed out, either going to a hotel or their houses. Another older man walked into the classroom. He was bald and wore a pink shirt. His purple scarf wrapped around his neck. It was beneath his white goatee. Mr. Bee was cleaning up his materials and putting them in his briefcase.
"Hello Hiro, how are you?" Mr. Bee greeted the man.
"I'm doing very well. I need to ask, if you have any Pokemon who are up to doing some heavy lifting. We just got a shipment of food from the Sizzling Sitrus Berry and we need to bring the boxes inside."
"Well I just caught a Meowstic. I'm not sure what moves it has though." Mr. Bee explained.
"Ok hold on one minute." Hiro said as he took out a small device from his pocket. "Being the brother of a gym leader has benefits. I got this device that is similar to a pokedex. It identifies Pokemon based on their attacks and stuff. It was a birthday present from Ramos, my twin brother." Hiro waved the device around Meowstic. "It knows Psychic, which is useful. One more thing, I wouldn't bring Pooby along with you. I know how much he loves food but it is for the children." Hiro said.
"Ok. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to handle Meowstic though. But then again if I ever want her to listen to me I have to use her." Mr. Bee said with excitement and uncertainty.
The boxes were stacked in a truck that pulled into the back of the school. A large door swung open to reveal the kitchen. A Machamp, Hitmonchan, Infernape, and Gothorita were all unloading the truck. Meowstic and Gothorita picked up boxes using Psychic. The blue and white Pokemon had trouble using the move at first but eventually got the hang of it especially with Gothorita's help. She even tried to pick up a box by
herself but dropped it and got frustrated. Mr. Bee walked up to his new Pokemon and tried to console it.
"Don't worry, it was your first try. You'll get it eventually!" he said while he stroked her fur. In return, Meowstic scratched the man across the face and clicked her pokeball open. "Well I guess your done then." Mr. Bee said while he soaked up the blood from his face with a tissue. "One day, will get you to like me," he thought to himself, "one day."