GPS: If you read this and it happens to be your name or address, it is entirely coincidental!

Dragonite: Yeah! What he said! GPS doesn't own Pokemon!

Dragonite felt pretty good about himself now that he delivered to his first house, but he knew that there was still far much to do. He grabbed a package at random and read the name of the person.

"Hmm, Chance Johnson on 2183 Forest Trail," said Dragonite after he pulled out a huge cardboard box and letters bundled together with some string. He brought the package to his ear and shook it and the contents rattled rather loudly. "I wonder what the heck is inside of it? Oh well, I'd better not shake it further or the contents might break." With the package and letters tucked under his left arm, Dragonite began to fly with the gentle breeze to the address. Despite the fact that the house was only about 1,500 square feet, it was on the edge of a private pond and had a very large backyard. Maybe it was for extensive training? Nonetheless, the orange dragon knocked on the door and a man approached the door.

"Uh..." hesitated the man as he looked up at the dragon who towered over him.

"I'm the postman!" said Dragonite with a warm smile. "Here you go, buddy!" He handed the items to the dumbfounded human and the human said,

"Thanks a lot! I can't wait to read this book I got! I hear it's getting really popular already!"

"Not to pry in your business, but what is the title of said book?" asked Dragonite as he wagged his scaly orange tail.

"It's no biggie," said Chance. "It's Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. I got mine all the way from England. Had to wait over a month, but I feel it will be worth it."

"Sounds interesting," replied Dragonite. "I never really have taken an interesting in reading, though."

"You can both talk and read?" said Chance with a tone of doubt. "That's incredible! How on earth can a Pokemon do such a thing?"

"I am incredibly special, I guess," said Dragonite. "My species is known to be intelligent; plus I am a bit of a nonconformist."

"In what way?" said Chance as he looked through the stack of bills.

"I like to eat plants and berries, not Magikarp, Goldeen, Ekans, Pidgey, etc.," said the friendly dragon. "Plus, I like to roll around on my back when I'm happy versus belly bumping!"

"Interesting, I must say," said the man. "Well, I thank you again for bringing me my mail!"

"No problem!" said Dragonite as he began to flap his tiny orange wings and head for the sky.

"Wait!" said Chance.

Dragonite halted in place and turned around with an arching eyebrow. "Yes?"

"This is gonna sound really strange, but..."

"I've heard plenty of strange stuff, dude, so lay it on me," said Dragonite as he continued to watch with interest.

"Can I...give you a hug?" asked Chance. "I mean, I don't know when I will ever see a Dragonite your size-or any size-again. Please?"

"Uhh..." hesitated the orange dragon. "Okay. But tell no one, okay? I'm sensitive about hugging others cause my old group used to tease me!"

"Aww, that sounds really sweet!" said the human as he hugged Dragonite. Dragonite wagged his tail and said,

"If you will excuse me, I must continue with my job," said the friendly Dragonite. He flapped his wings and left the site and took out a different package. Surprisingly, it was cold. "What could be inside?" he asked. "Oh well-438 Arbor Cove is the owner of this box and letters and I don't want to disappoint!"

He flew over to the location and landed and rang the doorbell.

"Hi," said Dragonite.

"Hi! Aren't you adorable!" said a teenage girl as she giggled. "You look so cute with that hat and sash on!"

Dragonite blushed and thanked her. "Here is your package and letters. I find it weird you can get frozen stuff shipped to you!"

"...Frozen stuff?" said the girl. "I didn't buy anything that was frozen."

"Your name is Claire Reed, right?" said Dragonite as he read the address on the package.

"That's my mom's name," said the girl. "Hey, mom?"

"Yeah?" said an older female voice in the distance.

"Come here a minute, please," requested the girl.

The mom arrived to the door and looked up at the towering dragon type who happened to have a smile on his face. "What's the problem?"

"Your daughter...I presume...says she doesn't recall anything frozen being purchased from this household," stated Dragonite.

"That's right; my daughter, my husband, and most definitely not I have bought anything frozen," stated Claire Reed. "The only other in this household is Al-" She stopped when she saw the package being engulfed in white light. It flew straight out of Dragonite's paws and he gasped.

"Alakazam," said the Pokemon of said name. He opened up the cold box and found what he wanted: ice cream. It was mint chocolate and he dunked his spoon into it and began consuming the frozen treat.

"Alakazam?" said the woman. "It was you who bought this?"

"Ala," he said with a nod and continued eating.

"He is a smart Pokemon, mom," said the daughter.

The mother took the receipt out of the box and looked at it. "Yeah, but he owes me ¥599 for the ice cream and ¥399 for the shipping!"

The Alakazam shook his head and his whiskers began to dance from the movement he created. The mom and daughter began to argue with the psychic type and that was Dragonite's cue to leave.