A quiet day in London. Until a huge ruckus erupted form the river. Sherlock and Watson rushed over to the crowd, where there were horrendous screams and shouts of;

"WHAT IN GOD'S NAME IS IT?"

"Where did it come from?"

"Why is it blue?"

Sherlock wrestled his way through the crowd, with Watson in tow. "Let me through!" he shouted at the people who were too stupid to get out of his way. When he came upon the creature in question, he was astounded.

It was blue. And orange. And some girl was cuddling it. "It's so cuuute!" she cooed, squeezing it.

The creature smiled adorably. "Mud, mud, mudkip!" it cheerily stated.

Sherlock and Watson stared at the thing in utter astonishment. The creature actually talked to them. "Watson, what is your opinion of this….thing….?" Sherlock said, trying to remove the animal from the girl's arms.

"HIIIIIIIISSSSSSSS!!!!!!!" she screeched, moving away from the man. The creature spat a stream of water in Sherlock's face in defiance.

".....Sherlock…I think this a fish that became horrifically mutated from the pollutants in the water…" Watson stated, approaching the girl with a more caring attitude. "Please, Miss, may I please see the….what is it?"

"It's a mudkip, silly! And my name's Roxanna." The brunette handed the blue critter to the doctor. Watson reluctantly took the mudkip, unsure of whether he should be touching it.

"Perhaps a formal analysis might be a wise idea…" Sherlock muttered to his friend.

"Mm, good ide-" Watson was cut off by a very angry man popping his head out of the river.

"HEY YOU BRITS! GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF MY MUDKIP!!" he bellowed. His hair was fashioned similar to the crest and cheek appendages the Mudkip owned.

"Told you it was a mudkip." Roxanna said. The man was attempting to climb up the wall to where the people were standing. He eventually succeeded, and everyone backed a good distance away from the clearly deranged man.

Watson gave the mudkip back, glad to be rid of the soaking wet, squirming and water-spewing thing. "What exactly is that?" he asked, trying to wipe off the water from his face.

"What? You blokes have never heard of a Pokémon before?" the mad said in disbelief. He pulled out a red and white ball; called out "Return!" as in a beam of red light, the creature was transported into the orb.

Now, several people had already begun running away in fear, but now mass hysteria broke out. Everyone was running this way and that, that is, except for Sherlock, Watson and Roxanna.

"Are there any more of those?" Roxanna asked, pointing to the ball which now contained the little blue marvel.

"Tons!" the guy laughed. "The name's Muddy, and if you come with me, I can show you a whole world filled with Pokémon."

Sherlock and Watson looked at each other uneasily. Certainly, their world would no longer be the same…..