Pikachu sat on Ash's bed. He was pondering whether or not to eat May's beautifly. It looked so tasty and he could kill it with a weak Thunder attack... it was all he could think about.

He had made his decision. He would sneak into the guest room where she and her brother Max were sleeping. He would grab Beautifly's Pokèball, and take it out into the back yard. Then he would open it and tell Beautifly that he brought her out to tell her something, when he would strike with a weakend Thunder attack.

Yes... it was so... perfect! "Pika pika!" He said as he rubbed his hands together in an evil manner. With that he hopped off the bed and left the room.

First step: Get into the guest room. This was the easiest task. He walked up and knocked on the door. Max let him in.

He had to search around for a minute while Max wasn't looking, but he found Beautifly's Pokèball. He snatched it and ran off out of the room. Max was none the wiser.

He quickly ran out the back door, paying no mind to Ash, May, Brock, and his mother having a conversation. He hopped out the back door with the Pokèball still equiped in his hand.

Once he stepped out he set the Pokèball down and pressed the button, enlarging it. He then pressed it again, and in a flash of light Beautifly came out. "Beautifly!" it explained. This was his chance!

"Piiiiikaaaaa Chuuuuuuuuu!" The Thunder attack struck down on Beautifly. It was fried to a crisp. Satisfied Pikachu smiled an evil, sadistic smile. "Pika" Pikachu chuckled. He then proceeded to tear off a peice of the wing.

When he put it in his mouth he was enveloped in total amazement of how it tasted. He quickly proceeded to finish one of the wings and leave the rest of the body for everyone else to find...