(Scene opens in Ash's room where Ash brought two halves of an apple and Pikachu's Pokeball on Ash's desk)
Ash: Pikachu, lunch time!
(No response from Pikachu's pokeball)
Ash CONT. : Pikachu, you can't stay in there for the rest of your life. Fine! Starve in your Pokeball for all I care! (drops apple half and leaves room slamming the
door behind him.)
(Ash then opens the door a wedge and watches. Pikachu comes out of it's Pokeball takes the apple half, eats, and goes back into pokeball)
Mr Mime: (Comes down hallway and looks at Ash who turns and is given a ketchup bottle.)
Ash: That's a great idea Mimey! Maybe Pikachu will stay out for it's favorite food...ketchup.
Mimey: Mr. Mime!
Ash: (comes into bedroom with Pokeball on desk) Pikachu, I have some ketchup for you. (Pikachu
leaps out of Pokeball and runs to ketchup.) No...no...no, First you have to promise to stay out of the
Pokeball and talk to me.
Pikachu: Pika (grabs ketchup bottle from Ash's hand)
Mrs. Kachem: (Comes in and gives Ash a device that looks like a teaspoon.) Professor Oak brought it
over. It's one of his prototypes that is supposed to translate Pokemon talk to dialect we can understand.
Ash: (takes devise from Mrs. Kachem's hand) How does it work?
Mrs. Kachem: Put it up to Pikachu's mouth.
(Ash puts it up to Pikachu's mouth)
Ash: Pikachu say something buddy.
Pikachu: (says in squeaky voice) Does it work?
(Pikachu and Ash hears it's voice)
Pikachu CONT: Yuck, this is my voice? Oh Well.
Ash: Wow. Ok buddy, what's wrong?
Pikachu: I want him back; I want Ryan back. (sniffles) It's not that I don't love you Ash, I do, but Ryan was my first trainer.
Ash: It's not like I don't know what it's like to lose someone you love. When I was five, my dad left for a Pokemaster's meeting. The next week mom heard he
was killed by a drunk driver. I cried for weeks.
Pikachu: I jus-chu Pika Pikachu.
Ash: Well, I guess Professor Oak needs to work out all the kinks before trying this out again.