At the police station, Brock decided
to tell the officer their story. He
knew there was little chance of her believing it, but anything was better than
just sitting there, waiting until they had to try to pay a fine with money that
wouldn't be minted for 20 years. Suddenly, he remembered what he had said earlier.
"Could we call Professor Oak?" Brock
requested.
"Sure, fine, I guess I have to let
you. Says so in my contract or
something like that," the officer said as she led Brock to the videophone. She was obviously having a bad day.
Brock punched in the appropriate phone
number, and the blank screen suddenly began to show the face of
Ash: Cats.
Misty: (Cats) How are you gentlemen !! All your base are belong to us.
Brock: Shut up you two. This isn't an MST.
Professor
Oak. He looked twenty years younger
than Brock remembered because, or course, he was.
"Hello, this if Professor Oak. How may I help you?"
"Professor Oak, this is- well, you
don't know me now, but you will in 20 years. You see, my friends and I have been transported back in time from the
year 2001, and we need you to authenticate my friend's pokédex as being from
that time period." Ash came over to the
screen and stuck his pokédex in the slot beneath the screen.
"It's for real," said Professor Oak.
"Okay, you're free to go," the officer
said. "I can't legally fine you. Statue of limitations or something like
that."
After hanging up the phone and
retrieving his pokédex, Ash led his friends out the door. They decided that the best place to go would
be Professor Oak's laboratory. If
anyone could get them back home, Professor Oak could.