Chapter One: Never Fear, Oshawott is Here!
It was a beautiful and sunny morning at the Poképark, and the lovely rolling sea was nice and quiet. The beach was still quite empty, for most of the younger Pokémon were still asleep; and mostly young Pokémon dwelled on Seasong Beach. A few of the adults were walking about, having pleasant chats and trading their collectables for tasty berries. The Keeper of the Cove Area, Samurott, was checking yesterday's daily report. He was a large and powerful looking Pokémon. He had a creamy yellow conch shell with a long, sharp, sword like tip on the front of it. He resembled a blue sea lion with front and back legs instead of flippers. Both of his forearms had a sharp shell on each of them that he used like swords.
"Well, it looks like yesterday went well," he said to himself quietly so he wouldn't disturb any of the sleeping Pokémon that were nearby. "No one was bothered or angered in any way. Good. That means that there have been no problems for ten days straight."
"Hey, I heard that the traveling Sales-Mon is coming here!" a tall, brown Pokémon with yellow stripes and red eyes said to a little, cream colored cat with a golden gem on its head as they stood on the grassy field of the center of town.
"Oh, no, Watchog! I hate him! He takes my business away from me!" Meowth complained.
"Well, maybe you should stock up on some more interesting items, then!" Watchog said with smiling eyes.
"Well, tat stuff is hard to get my paws on, ya hear me?"
"Well," Watchog laughed, "maybe if he's nice enough, he'll let you buy and sell some of that amazing stuff he has!"
"Hmm… You're right! If I do tat, I'll get berry rich!" Meowth laughed.
"Oh, Meowth! You and your puns!"
"Hmm…" Samurott said to himself as he stood at his home, "It seems that Typhlosion is coming to town. I will have to stop by and check out his wares!" he said. Even the most serious Pokémon you could ever meet has a weakness for the Sales-Mon's goods!
The rest of the morning went on as usual. All of the children were now busy playing with the beach ball that Meowth gave them, and the adults were all enjoying a nice stroll on the waterside.
Later that afternoon, a huge commotion came about.
"HE'S HEEEEERE!" a small grey and pink Pokémon holding a piece of wood hollered as he ran towards the center of the beach. "TYPHLOSION IS HEEEEERE!"
"Really?!" a little chipmunk-like Pokémon called Patrat said.
"Oh, boy!" a little pigeon called Pidove called.
"This is exciting!" a dancing cactus called Maractus jumped.
"I hope he still sells pearls!" a pink jellyfish called Frillish said.
Everyone, including Samurott, gathered right in front of the fountain that was against the cliff, and started to whisper like crazy about what to buy, whether they have enough berries or not, and how much they respected the Pokémon that brought them an amazing selection of goods. Soon enough, a large, tall Pokémon with a large flame on its back walked over with three enormous wooden wagons.
"Well, hello everyone!" Typhlosion politely greeted everyone. Everybody cheerfully greeted him back (although Samurott just nodded.)
"What brings you here to Seasong Beach, Mr. Typhlosion?" Samurott asked.
"Well, I haven't visited this lovely place in quite a while, so I decided that this would be my next stop for the rest of the day!" he replied. "So, let me just unpack the wagon here, and I'll let you all off to browse!"
"HORRAY!" the citizens of Seasong Beach cheered.
"Can we help you?" one of the eager Patrat asked.
"Sure, why not!" Typhlosion said with a smile.
"ALRIGHT!" everyone screamed as they all worked together to bring all of the goods out onto either a gigantic, pink blanket or onto the one wagon that transformed into a large table.
"Thank you so much, everybody!" the Sales-Mon thanked. "Now, feel free to browse!" Not even a second after he said that, all of the Pokémon rushed towards the mobile shop and started to look at all of the stuff.
"Wow! This pearl will be a lovely gift for my friend!" Frillish said as she picked up the large, light pink pearl.
"Look at all of these trading cards!" a Patrat said as the rest came over to look at them.
"Um… Mr. Typhlosion?" Meowth asked nervously.
"Yes? Oh! You're a fellow Sales-Mon yourself! Are you the local one here?" Typhlosion asked.
"Yes, sir, and I was wonderin' if I could buy some stuff for my shop…" Meowth said as he shyly dug his foot into the sand.
"I have absolutely no problem with that! So, feel free to get whatever you need!" Typhlosion replied with a huge grin.
"Oh! Tank you sooo much, Mr. Typhlosion! I have a new respect for ya' now, really!" Meowth cheered as he ran for the blanket.
"Typhlosion, may I ask you something?" Samurott asked.
"Sure thing!" the large fire type Pokémon replied.
"I have been looking for something for quite a while, and I was wondering if you have one by any chance," Samurott said.
"What might you be looking for?" Typhlosion asked. Samurott whispered it into his ear, and the Sales-Mon replied, "I'll see if I have it. Follow me, to the other cart if you will." The two walked towards another cart that Typhlosion used to keep especially rare items in, and in about a minute, Typlosion walked in and came out with a special looking conch shell in his hands.
"Oh! How can I ever thank you?" Samurott said as he took the shell. "How much do I owe you?"
"Nothing! It's on the house!" Typhlosion said with smiling eyes.
"No, I can't just take it…" Samurott said.
"Anything for an old friend of mine!" Typhlosion said.
"Well, thank you," Samurott said with a nod. He walked down the wooden boardwalk that was behind the light blue lighthouse, walked into his small living area at the end of the boardwalk, and gently placed the beautiful shell on a shelf. He then ran back to the shop so he could keep an eye on the rest of the Pokémon (and buy a few things if he had the chance.) Everything went smoothly for most of the afternoon when, towards the end of it, an unwanted guest made his usual entrance.
"Dun dun duuuun!" the little blue otter said.
"Oh, no. Not him again!" Fraxure said.
"A suspicious Pokémon has arrived! But never fear, the Masked Scalchop is here!" he said with pride.
"The Masked Scalchop? Seriously?! Last time it was the Otter Marauder, but this time it doesn't even make sense! You aren't even wearing a mask!" Watchog yelled.
"Never mind that!" the otter said.
"Seriously, Oshawott, yas really need to stop calling yaself ridiculous names!" Krokorok said.
"Hush, hush!" Oshawott said. "I need to take a look at this suspicious Pokémon!" he said as he walked up to Typhlosion.
"May I… help you…?" TYphlosion asked with a strange look on his face.
"May I see your Sales-Mon Vending Licence?" Oshawott asked.
"Oshawott! This is ridiculous! I have checked his license every time he's come here, and he is a certified Sales-Mon! Now leave at once!" Samurott scolded.
"Is it a reeeeeal one?" Oshawott questioned as he took Typhlosion's license and "examined" it.
"Oshawott! Of course it is real! When I check Pokémon's licenses, I always make sure that they are real! Now, give it back to Typhlosion and leave!" Samurott yelled.
"Well, I guess that this case is closed!" Oshawott said. "This Pokémon is not bad at all! Sorry for the misunderstanding, Mister!" Oshawott said as he ran off to the path that leads to Cove Town.
"Who was that?" Typhlosion asked.
"That was Oshawott. He likes to think that he's some Police-Mon of some sort or something!" Patrat said.
"He always causes trouble!" Pidove said.
"And he sometimes gets himself and others hurt!" a little Petilil squeaked.
"Well, he seems to be a troublemaker," Typhlosion said. "But, he still is a child, so you can't truly blame him! Little kids tend to have big dreams, you know!"
"Well, he seems to be quite undisciplined, and I can't stand those who haven't been told what's right and what's wrong!" Samurott explained. "All of the children here are at least well behaved!"
"You never know what goes on in the minds of kids these days!" Typhlosion laughed. "Well, I don't have anything planned for quite a while, so, why don't I stay here and see if I can help?"
"Could you really?!" Axew yelled with joy.
"Of course!"
"All right!" everybody cheered.
Later that night, Samurott invited Typlosion to stay at his home at the end of the boardwalk. Typlosion, of course, had no choice but to gladly take up his offer.
"So," Typhlosion began, "how long have you had to deal with the little guy?"
"Quite a while. A few years at least," Samurott said.
"Well, have you ever talked to his parents?" Typhlosion suggested.
"No. I've never met them and have never been able to get ahold of them," Samurott said.
"Hmm… very strange…" Typhlosion said.
"I'm going to have to launch an investigation on that child."
"Oh, Samurott! I don't think you have to go that harsh on him!"
"Well, I would like to at least know why he's even doing this!"
"Do you know where he lives?"
"I believe he lives somewhere in Cove Town."