Paul was in the forest that night, whipping the Chimchar that was tied to the tree. Paul made sure to tighten the ropes around its arms and legs, giving them a replica of Paul's hair color. He was very good at tying ropes due to his Boy Scout days.
"CHIM CHIM!" Chimchar cried as Paul whipped him a new scar or three. Paul told it to shut up and take it like a Monferno. A blind, old man living nearby heard the Pokemon's cries from his window and called the police to tell the neighbors to quit blowing up fireworks.
When Paul noticed Officer Jenny, he kicked his whip and his other torture tools under a bush and quickly untied the monkey.
"Good evening, Officer Jenny," Paul said innocently with his arms behind his back. The officer looked suspiciously around, expecting fireworks, but noticed the beaten up monkey.
"Hey, what's wrong with that Chimchar?" she questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, this Chimchar, Officer Jenny?" Paul asked and scooped up the dreaded monkey. "Why, he's just tired is all. I don't beat up my Pokemon too many ti -- I mean." His eyes brightened as he smiled widely, bringing the bloody Chimchar to his face as if they were going to shoot a photograph. "I love my monkey!"
"Oh--well--if that's the case," Officer Jenny said, "Sorry for interrupting! Have a nice night!"
"You too, Officer Jenny!" Paul exclaimed, waving. When she got on her motorcycle and left, Paul glared at Chimchar and punted the monkey against the tree like a football.