"They really went all out." Danny marvelled, "How much could this have cost?"

After departing from Ethan's the trainer, halfa and gastly with the mind of a human set out to make their way to the Pokémon centre where Danny knew Birch was based.

"You're just in time," the professor told them, "I was just about to pack up. Who wants to go first?"

"I will," Danny stepped forward. "Where do I sign?"

The professor smiled. "You don't, all I have to do is give you a Jirachi Hunt pokénav and you'll be set to go."

Lyra brought out her pokégear. "I already have a pokégear, is that alright?"

Birch shook his head. "No, pokégear can't use pokénav apps, plus when you turn a pokégear off it's actually completely off, which ruins the main goal of giving out free pokénavs in the first place."

The trainer stilled. "You mean..?"

Birch smiled apologetically, "Devon Corp is going to be tracking your whereabouts for the duration of the Hunt, I'm afraid. But don't worry! Because you can also track other Hunt trainers using the Huntapp (trademark.). This is because the Hunt is top secret, and otherwise nobody would be able to find anyone without going about on the streets shouting 'I'm a hunt trainer! Come get me!'."

The large professor dipped a hand into his lab coat and retrieved two pokénavs, one pink and the other yellow. Lyra quickly snatched up the yellow one, leaving Danny with the pink.

Lancer hovered nervously between the two humans; feeling very uncomfortable due to the glare Danny was giving Lyra.

Birch continued regardless. "Which we obviously don't want, so that's why you have the Huntapp (trademark). To register it to yourself you hold the infrared scanner on the top up to your left eye and say 'begin eye scan registration'."

The two humans did so.

"Now say your names."

"Danny Fenton."

"Lyra-."

Something exploded in the distance, conveniently preventing anyone else except for the pokénav from hearing her surname.

"Now Danny, I know you don't actually own a Pokémon, so I'm giving you that porygon as a gift. Aren't I kind?"

"…Thanks."

The professor led them to the door. "You have a week to get your first badge or you'll get disqualified, and remember, you only lose your badges to other hunt trainers and you can challenge a gym as many times as you want but you can only get their badge once, okay? Good luck!"

Danny turned, remembering. "How long is it going to take me to heal from my brain damage, professor?"

"Half a year if you don't use your abilities. Now go!" With those words the Pokémon professor shoved the duo out of the door and locked it firmly.

He made his way to one of the many computers that lined the walls, strategically placed so that no one looking through the windows could see what he was doing.

"My little ponyta… My little ponyta…"

And so he watched season three. It was great.

"They really went all out." Danny marvelled. "How much could this have cost?"

Currently they were walking along the route north of Slateport to Mauville City, where they would be able to get their first badge from Watson, the electric gym leader.

So far half a dozen plusle/minun duos, 5 gulpin and a single roselia had attacked them.

And still it was a quieter day than some of the ones Danny had had while ghost hunting.

"200,000 poké." said the porygon. "You may be interested to know that there are three electrike approaching us rapidly."

Lyra, who had been healing some fallen gulpin at Lancer's behest looked up in interest, simultaneously switching on her pokénav. "Do you think we'll be able to catch one?"

Lancer stilled. "You want to capture another being to fight for you?" he asked. "I don't think so."

The vibrant green grass that they had been walking across suddenly seemed to chill, despite the heat of the day.

A breath of ghostly discoloured air escaped Danny's mouth. 'Yeah, Lancer said he used 'dream eater' on me, which gave him some of my powers didn't he?'

Without any supernatural senses Danny doubted Lyra was able to feel anything other than a slight chill.

"I think we're going to have to," Lyra explained, "You know what type Watson uses, don't you?"

The coldness retreated and somewhere Danny could hear birds tweeting in the background.

"Electric?" Lancer replied, "I don't understand what that has to do with getting an electric type ourselves, especially a pre-evolution of one of his…"

"And what's strong against electric?"

"Ground, and I suppose grass has a resistance-."

"And what's strong against ground?"

"Ice water and grass."

"And what's strong against water?"

"Electric…" Lancer said, his features relaxing with understanding.

"Exactly! Whatever Hunt trainers that would be there to challenge whoever defeated the gym and pounce on the easy pickings would be helpless against our electrike." Lyra beamed.

"You just want an electrike don't you?"

"O-o-of course not! Don't be ridiculous!" Lyra spluttered. "It's a legitimate plan!"

"Is not." The gastly scoffed.

"Is to."

"Liar."

"I'm not a liar!"

Danny watched the scene unfolding before him and sweat-dropped. "I think we're forgetting something," he muttered, "guys, what about the electrikes?"

A yellow and green howling electrical puppy tackled through Lancer's body, inhaling the poisonous gases and knocking itself out. Lancer and Lyra didn't even notice and continued to argue.

"I'm going ghost!"

Rings of ghostly light exploded over Danny's body transforming him into his alter ego, Danny Phantom.

Wearing a miniskirt.

Again.

"Telepathic support enabled. Two minutes remaining."

The halfa punched the second flying electrike in the face, knocking it out cold. Using the moment from the punch he leaned forward and kicked the third electrike under the jaw.

"One minute and fifty five seconds remaining, it is suggested transforming back into-."

A second lot of rings passed over Danny's body, paling his skin and returning him to his human form.

"Lyra," he said cautiously, "I've got them."

"Not now Danny," she snapped, eyes narrowed at Lancer and ignoring Danny completely, "I have to talk with this… moron… about preparation."

"How do you catch one?" Danny asked, taking one of the pokéballs Birch had given him out of his pocket. "You throw it don't you?"

"Correct."

Danny returned the filled pokéball to his pocket feeling strangely guilty. There was something that struck him as wrong about throwing a sphere the size of a cricket ball at what was for all intents and purposes a little electrical puppy.

That was when it started raining.

They ran.