Fraizer Poochyena Leafeon toddles into the field with a large bag tied around himself. Timber and Lillian were taking a nap, but at the sound of the kid's foot steps, they both woke up. They study him a moment, look at each other in confusion and then continue staring at Fraizer.

"And what exactly are you doing?" Timber asks.

"I'm a doctor now! Doctor Fraizer PineCone's son!" Fraizer announces.

"Aw! How cute!" Timber squeals.

"Eh... If it were anyone other than Fraizer, I'd be really upset. But... I can live with this," Lillian says, yawning.

"So, you two are my patients!" Fraizer says, beaming.

"Oh yeah? Who taught you how to be a doctor?" Lillian asks.

"Nobody! I just decided it a few minutes ago when I found this bag abandoned!" Fraizer says.

"Oh, wow... Umm... Timber, your son is a thief..." Lillian says.

"Not my fault! I didn't teach him that!" Timber says.

Fraizer wags his tail.

"Well, show us what you've got!" Timber says.

"Okay, well... I can preform an examination!" Fraizer says, "Lay down, Lillian!"

"Oh! Uh... Which way?" Lillian asks, embarrassed.

"On your back," Fraizer says.

"If you insist," Lillian says and rolls over onto her back.

Timber giggles and watches as Fraizer prods Lillian with his nose and paws. He gently applies pressure to Lillian's belly and she bursts out laughing like a maniac, causing Fraizer to jump back in surprise.

"Yikes!" Fraizer says.

"Is that part of your examination?" Timber asks.

"What?" Fraizer asks.

"Leaping back afraid of the patient?" Timber asks.

"Well... Not really, but Lillian startled me!" Fraizer says, defending himself.

"Oops, my bad... It just tickled!" Lillian says.

"Well, you look fine, but let's try out some of my doctor tools," Fraizer says.

"Uh oh..." Lillian says.

"Careful, Fraizer..." Timber says.

"Here's this thingy..." Fraizer says, pulling out a thermometer, "I think it goes in your..."

Fraizer thrusts the thermometer and Lillian screams.

"...like that, I think..." Fraizer says.

"Oh dear... Somehow this doesn't look right..." Timber says, covering her eyes with a furry arm.

"You hurt me, Fraizer! Now remove this awful stick right away!" Lillian wails.

"Gee... I guess I didn't get it right on my first try..." Fraizer says and takes back the thermometer.

"Maybe not be so forceful?" Timber suggests.

"Or not using that at all!" Lillian says.

"Right... Okay, Timber! Your turn!" Fraizer says.

"I'm not going to allow you to use that thermometer on me," Timber says.

"Well, I got something else in mind anyways..." Fraizer says.

"Okay, go for it," Timber says.

"Here's a shiny object! And you're a shiny Pokémon, so I think this suits you well!" Fraizer says.

He pulls a syringe and needle out of the bag. It glimmers in the sunlight.

"I don't feel like that's a good idea either..." Timber says, gulping nervously.

Fraizer injects whatever was in the syringe into Timber's leg, causing her to whine in pain.

"I was being gentle..." Fraizer says.

"It burns!" Timber cries out, licking her arm where Fraizer pricked her.

"I have no idea what that was, but it's in this bag so it must be good and helpful!" Fraizer says.

"Go! Take that horrible bag elsewhere!" Lillian growls.

"Aw... Okay... I'll go be doctor elsewhere..." Fraizer says.

He grabs his bag and slowly walks away. He heads to the Petalburg Woods and finds his dad.

"Dad! Guess what?!" Fraizer calls out.

"What is it?" PineCone asks.

"I'm a doctor now! I've already had two patients!" Fraizer announces.

"Great job, kid!" PineCone says.

"Can you be my patient now?" Fraizer asks.

"Alright," PineCone says, sitting down.

Fraizer pulls out a stethoscope and starts listening to PineCone's heart. He smiles and moves the stethoscope microphone to PineCone's belly. PineCone giggles because the cold metal tickles him through his fur.

"Well, you certainly need to lose weight, I can tell you that for sure!" Fraizer says.

"I'm trying!" PineCone whines.

"By keeping your berry stash as well filled as possible?" Fraizer asks.

"They taste good, okay?" PineCone says.

"Okay, let me check your paws for splinters!" Fraizer says.

"I wouldn't do it if I were you... This kid has been hurting people with that bag," a Wurmple says.

"Have you?" PineCone asks.

"Well... I attempted to take Lillian's temperature and I gave Timber a shot of something or other..." Fraizer admits.

PineCone sighs loudly.

"Fraizer... No. Go put that bag away. You aren't ready to be a doctor!" PineCone scolds.

"I'm sorry, dad..." Fraizer says.

He takes the bag and goes to return it.

The End!