Eventually, the pikmin groups began to gather more, intermingling more and forming relationships with each other, whether romantic or family-esque. To the north of the Main Clearing, the entrance covered by some figworts, were a series of small hills and plateau's, some higher than others, with sticks leading up to the higher areas. As with the rest of the Pikmin Paradise, the entirety of the area was surrounded by forest and over growth and any pikmin that had left the sanctuary had never been seen again. Each night as the pikmin huddled in their burrows, they could hear sounds from the surrounding areas, though the sources never entered their homes.
Early one morning, some 70 years after pikmin had first evolved, evolution was at work once again. Some chemical change in the pikmins genetic make-up had altered 3 of their young; one red, one yellow and one blue. Though the offspring were different, the pikmin continued to act the same as they always had, frolicking and playing together as usual in the late evening mist.
A yellow pikmin was playing tag on an upper ledge with a red pikmin and a blue pikmin. These three were caring for the new young. Of course they did not know this, but they continued to play nonetheless. The Yellow pikmin continuously ran across the high, thin ledges, the flower on her stem holding a small, yellow, circular bulb with black and white triangular markings in its center. A blue pikmin followed her, letting her take the lead. A small blue bulb of similar design, clung to the flat base of his leaf, trailing behind his head as he ran. Once or twice he fell, almost falling off of the thin strip of mossy ground once or twice, but he climbed back on and continued following the yellow pikmin.
Running on the ground below them was a red pikmin with a bud. In it, he too carried a small red orb, with similar markings. He stumbled a few times but never quite tripped. He was following after his to friends looking for a slip up in their patterns. Suddenly the blue pikmin fell off of the ledge and hit the ground. The red pikmin stared at him for a second, before bopping him on the head with his bud. He then turned and began scampering up the twig to the yellow pikmin. The blue pikmin quickly got up and ran off after them. As the red pikmin arrived at the top and began to look over the edge, the blue pikmin lunged at him. The blue pikmin caused the red to stumble into the yellow and the trio fell to the ground. The group got up and looked from one to another and then began to chirp in laughter.
Suddenly the ground began to shake. Deep grumbles echoed on the wind. All of the pikmin awake stopped playing and glanced north towards the forest. The noises slowly increased, getting louder and louder. The pikmin still sleeping quickly woke up, crawled out of their small burrows and headed towards the hills. The sounds began to echo faster and faster through the windy, misty forest. A huge, dark silhouette, with bright blue, glowing eyes was making its way towards the Pikmin Paradise, easily stomping over the stones and plants that the pikmin couldn't pass.
The Red Bulborb was enormous, stomping its way over the steep slope of rocks and pebbles. It reared up and roared, causing the pikmin to run and panic, tripping over each other in their confusion. The creature stomped forward, stepping on and killing several pikmin. The trio turned and looked in horror as the creature bent over and grabbed more pikmin in his mouth, crushing them to bits and swallowing them. The red, yellow and blue pikmin ran off, delving into the crowd of fleeing pikmin as the bulborb stomped forward crushing and eating more. Many of the pikmin were more than halfway across the Main Clearing when the Bulborb raised its head and uttered three short, but loud barks.
Just as it seemed the pikmin would make it to the underbrush and escape, the heads of two more adult Red Bulborbs burst through the bushes, snatching up and eating more pikmin. Smaller Red Bulborbs crawled through the brush as well, grabbing individual pikmin who were too slow and swinging their bodies back and forth by the stem or the neck, and then swallowing the mangled bodies. The trio saw what was ahead, turned and made a mad dash for the brush between the Fiery Crag and the Tiny Pond.
As the pikmin looked back on their ruined home, they could see the last survivors quickly being turned into a meal, being cornered by the smaller bulborbs only to be lifted into the air to be torn apart by the gaping maws of the larger ones. The creatures mashed up the pikmin, making short chortles and grunts, somewhat resembling the pikmins happy laughter.