Chapter 4

Oak's Parcel

(Viridian City)
Jack: Here I am in Viridian City. I better head to the Poke-Mart for my free gift.
(Jack walks over to the Mart)
Clerk: So you're the new guy, huh? Hurry up, you're late!
Jack: Huh? Must be a limited deal.

(Poke-Mart)
Clerk: Alright, here's your first job.
Jack: Job? Whaddya mean, job?
Clerk: You gotta deliver this package to Professor Oak.
Jack: What, that old bastard? What does he want 'em for?
Clerk: How should I know? I just supply them.
Jack: But I'm wearing the pin. I am entitled to a free gift!
Clerk: Free gift? Haha. That's a good one, kid. Now hurry up!
Jack: That god-fing S-O-B! He set me up!
Clerk: You want free gifts? Do that job and I'll give you your free gift.
Jack: Errr...okay.

(Outside)
Jack: That fin' clerk ! Thinks he can...huh?
(outside, there were several policeman surrounding an area covered in police-tape. People were all staring and talking. Sirens were sounding everywhere)
Jack: What the hell's going on?
Officer Jenny: A man was just murdered.
Jack: Really?
(Jack sees in the centre of the police tape, a dead man with a long, purple dagger with jewels covering the hilt sticking out of his stomach. Blood was everywhere)
Jack: Oooh. Youch. Kids, look away. This is strictly PG-13!
Jenny: Hey kid?
Jack: Yeah?
Jenny: Does that Bulbasaur know sleep-powder?
Jack: What, Barry? He's useless. He's a Level 7 frog-plant named after my nemesis!
Jenny: Oh. 'Cos if he did, we could use him to dust this place for prints.
Officer Freddy: Ma'am, that wouldn't work.
Jack: Yeah. Barry is far too weak to track down a murderer.
Freddy: No. It's because this was the work of the Cultist Phantom.
Jack: Who's that? A Klu Klux Klan mascot?
Freddy: No. He is a serial killer. He is named as people have only ever seen a purple ghost cloud whenever they witness the killings. He leaves no visible prints. He has been turning cities into ghost towns for weeks. He is unstoppable.
?????: It's just superstition, Freddy!
(A girl dressed in a cop outfit showed up)
Jenny: Cindy's right. The Cultist Phantom is just a guy with access to a chemical factory. We already have suspicions of Mr Fuego, of Fuego Chemicals.
Freddy: Okay. But no normal person could make stormy weather simply by using chemicals.
(Jack looked up. The sky had suddenly turned black and cloudy)
Cindy: It's true. Everywhere the Phantom goes, there is stormy weather.
Jack: Errr...why did you suddenly start yapping about a serial killer just because of my Bulbasaur?
Jenny: You said you don't like him. Perhaps once he learns Sleep-powder, you can give him to the Police Force.
Cindy: That Bulbasaur looks familiar...
Jack: It's a freakin frog-plant-thingy! They all look the same.
Cindy: Nooo...did you get that Bulbasaur from Prof. Oak?
Jack: Yeah. How did you know?
Cindy: 'Cos I got my Squirtle from the same place. I was planning to start my Pokémon Journey, but my mom wants me in the Police Force.
Jack: Feh. My mom's a horny slut, but I don't follow in her footsteps. You have your own life.
Jenny: I just think it's safer...
Cindy: Hey? Weren't you carrying a box?
Jack: Yeah. If I deliver it to Oak, I'll get a gift.
Cindy: Well, you better go.
Jack: Why?
Cindy: 'Cos someone just swiped it.
Jack:...S!
(Jack called Barry into his Poke-ball and ran after the crook)
Cindy: Mom? Shouldn't we help him? We are cops, after all.
Jenny: You go, dear. Mommy's working here.
Freddy: Who wants donuts and coffee?
The Cops: ME!ME!ME!

(Route 22)
(two figures in white were standing outside the Pokémon League gate)
Jessie: So, what did the boss want this box for?
James: Beats me. But a job's a job and for once, we got it right!
Jessie: It's just...why did we have to steal it simply to...steal it?
James: Jessie, just shut up with your bing! Pickup will be here soon.
(Jack runs up behind them)
Jack: GIMME BACK MY FING PACKAGE!
Jessie: (S!)