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I don't own Pokemon, but I wish I did.

Chapter two: No Rope But Escape Rope

Megan never actually hated Pokemon, she even found some of them cute. But at the same time they annoyed her simply by being EVERYWHERE. Her little brother, Kevin, was obsessed with pocket monsters, starting with the day he got Pokemon Emerald for his fifth birthday. Three years later, he still treasured every game, card, and cartoon DVD he got from birthdays, Christmases, and allowance days ever after, and insisted on badgering his sister about each new pokemon he caught, new battle strategies, et cetera. Pokemon, pokemon, pokemon!

It was Kevin who should've come to this world. Kevin would've embraced everything about this world. He knew EVERYTHING about it, while Megan had stopped paying much attention after the first generation.

And Puppy-kins knew even less, she reminded herself, dragging the reluctant rottweiler through the tiny town by the collar. If that kid back there had sent out, say, a charmeleon, and not that green Chihuahua, Puppy-kins would've been burnt to a steak. Megan at least had some concept of the crazy, powerful attacks of pokemon, while her dog's only techniques were based on primal instinct.

Wanting to do everything to keep her baby from getting fried, Megan decided to buy a leash. It would at the very least keep Puppy-kins, and herself, from running into other trainers. (She knew how to avoid them from watching her brother play.) As she wandered through the town, village really, it couldn't have housed more than ten people, she finally found a tiny store called Mart. Just a Mart. Not a K-mart or a Walmart, just a Mart. This didn't really surprise her, though.

Since she couldn't see any ropes or other remote thing she'd be able to tie her dog to, Megan hoped that she would be able to explain the situation to the store owner, especially after she spotted a sign that read, "All Pokemon In Pokeballs."

She and Puppy-kins stepped in, and no one seemed to notice. The store, somehow or another, seemed bigger on the inside, but not so big, nonetheless. There were only two short aisles, some people standing around idly, not seeming to be shopping much, and a desk clerk standing near the door.

Megan approached one of the shelves that was sealed off by a glass door, like all the others. The place seemed to be more of a beauty parlor, since the shelves were stock full of weird looking spray bottles. She tried to open the door and only succeeded in rattling it noisily. A shocked stillness fell over the room at this sound as everyone turned to stare at her.

Blushing, Megan said, "Sorry," realizing that it must be some sort of over protected store that made it so the only way to get what you wanted was for the clerk to unlock it. After all, she hadn't seen any bar-code scanners by the door. She approached the front desk and said to the man behind it, "Excuse me."

The man, who had been staring at her with surprise before, suddenly grinned. "Welcome!" he said cheerfully. "How may I serve you?"

"Do you have any dog food?"

The man seemed taken aback. "Um…we have pokemon food."

"What's in it?" Megan asked. "Puppy-kins is lactose-intolerant."

"What…?" the man questioned, his confusion growing greater and greater.

Megan glared. "He can't drink milk."

"…Oh," he said simply, then added, "We don't sell Moo Moo Milk here."

"Fine, fine," she replied, reaching over and taking the small bag that was offered to her. "What about Dog Leashes?"

"Dog…Leashes…" he seemed to be trying to wrap his tongue around the alien word. "I'm sorry, I don't know what that is."

Megan was exasperated. "Chains, then? Clothesline? Rope?"

The man's face lit up with recognition. "We do have Escape Rope."

"Alright. That'll do," she said, taking the coiled up rope from the man. She then bent over, unwound part of it and tied it to Puppy-kins collar while saying, "And how much does…"

She froze as her dog spun around in place several moments after securing the Escape Rope on him. Then he rose straight up into the air with a yelp and crashed through the ceiling. There was a thump from outside as Puppy-kins touched down again just in front of the Mart. After running out and pulling him back inside, Megan faced the clerk.

"The heck was that?!" she shouted in his face. "Your idea of a joke!?"

Looking surprised at the remark, the man replied, "Of course not! What makes you think that? The rope worked perfectly!"

"And what is your idea of perfect?" Megan replied through clenched teeth.

"Wasn't your…um…" he stared at Puppy-kins for a moment. "…Houndoom safely transported out of the building?"

Megan sighed, remembering the Gameboy game, how Escape Ropes were supposed to do that. "Well, where'd it go?"

"Where'd what go?"

"The Escape Rope?"

"Well, you just used it."

"Yeah, so?"

"So…it's gone now."

"Fine! Fine! Could I please have another one?"

"Of course."

This time, Megan made sure she and Puppy-kins were outside the Mart before unwinding the Rope and tying it around his collar. At first, she was afraid that a sign would pop up from out of nowhere reading "CAN'T USE THAT HERE!" If she tried outside, but to her relief, she was wrong.

Deciding to go back to the place she first arrived to in this world, Megan began heading west out of Mauville. She suddenly wondered why the store clerk hadn't charged her for the two Escape Ropes, or the Pokemon food, but decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth.