Discaimer: this insane writer doesn't own Pokemon, just her OCs. MINE! No touchie! XD

This is long. Then again, this story's parts are long. ^^

We need such a thing as Pokémon Spell Check. -_- Like I know how to correctly spell them all!
Again, a strikethrough you can't see. u.u But I put the [er] where it's supposed to be, so that way you aren't left out. ^_^

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Part Three

About 3 p.m.

After sitting in a waiting room for about fifteen minutes with other kids, the triplets had their pieces of plastic called a Pokémon Trainer's license.

"Look at mine!" Arielle said, showing it to her other siblings. "I like my picture." She looked really pretty, with a cute little smile and her long hair behind her shoulders. Under all her information (which the parents had given when they filled out registration forms for the class) was her signature in pretty sparkly pink ink.

"I think mine looks better," Ashley said. Hers had her hair in her same ponytail with a big grin on her face.

"I got you both beat!" Greg yelled, showing off his license as well. "I wore my hat in the picture. I bet Dad will be proud of me," he continued, smiling.

"Oh yah?!" Ashley said angrily. "You think that just because you're wearing your stupid hat in the picture that you license is better than ours?"

"Of course it is, loser!" Then he stuck out his tongue, stealing his older half-sister's trick. If Nayana were here, she would have killed Greg. That is, if Ashley and Arielle didn't kill him first.

Ash and Misty seemed to come in at just the right time before anything could get violent.

"So? Did you get your licenses yet?" Misty asked.

"Yep!" they said, suddenly forgetting to fight again. Then the triplets showed the licenses to their parents. The two of them looked very proud.

"Well, are you ready for some late lunch?" Ash asked.

Apparently they were by the amount of rumbling stomachs after that comment.

"Ok then, to WacDonalds!"

"Yay!"

After a five-minute drive, they ate at WacDonalds. Again. Everyone had the same thing as yesterday, except today they got some crowns that Ash had stolen [er] bought from BurgerGod (this I now own! Mine!) and some milkshakes. After that they also got a slice of specialty cake from WacDonalds because of their birthday.

Soon they were done. The parents smiled and called someone. After that, they went to the Pokémon Center.

"We're meeting up with Professor Oak today," Ash announced as they got out of the car and started walking towards the big white Pokémon Center. (a/n I forgot what color it is. ^^;;) The kids looked at Ash with awe.

"You know the Professor Oak?" the triplets asked.

"Of course I do!" Ash said proudly. "I was raised in Pallet town; how could I not know him back then? That was when the town was… well, still a town. It's a huge city these days. Why did the population have to suddenly boom?" he asked himself.

"I donno," Greg said. "Well, anyway, I guess you do have connections in the Pokémon world, huh?"

"Yes, I do, and so does your mother," Ash replied.

They went inside the building. The Professor was inside. He was a man about Ash's height. Today he wore a lab coat, brown slacks and a white t-shirt.

"Kids, this is Professor Gary Oak, Professor Samuel Oak's grandson," Ash said.

The children looked at Ash strangely. "Who's Samuel Oak?" they asked, confused. They had heard of the younger one many times; he was quite famous, especially with the Pokémon freaks like Nayana (who loved to babble about him for hours) who wanted to be Pokémon professors themselves. But the other Professor Oak they had never heard of.

Gary raised an eyebrow. "You've never heard of him? Ash, what kind of deprived children are you raising?"

"Apparently very uninformed ones. I bet Nayana would know about Professor Oak if I asked though. She idolizes you. But that's beside the point." The man paused for a bit, then continued. "Wait, I told you stories about the other professor! You three honestly thought that I was talking about Gary?"

The children nodded, and the adults fell over.

"Your children are dense," Gary commented.

"I'm sure they'll grow out of it."

Meanwhile the children were looking around inside the Pokémon Center. They were facing the front desk. Currently no one was behind it. To their right were videophones and green chairs for the trainers to sit in while they were talking on the phone. Other chairs and the door to the back were also in this area. In the area to their left was the visitor's center of sorts. A shelf against the wall held pamphlets on what was available in the local area. Tables were set up for trainers to relax and talk. Against the left wall away from the shelf was the trading center. It was making a humming noise and the screen on the silver machine said "ready". And last but not least was the computer for trainers to use to contact friends and family during the long journey.

"Wow…" Ashley mumbled. "This place is better than I imagined…"

"Neat!" Arielle said, sitting down at one of the tables.

Greg, however, was staring at every single piece of electronics visible. He loved electronics so much. "Cool! A computer! And state-of-the-art videophones! And--"

That's when he spotted the trading center. All the boy could do was ogle. "WOW! This is the coolest piece of electronics I've ever seen in my life! Can I touch it, can I?"

"NO," Ash said firmly. "Not yet."

"Aw man…"

"Besides, we need to get this started. I still need to make dinner," Misty said.

Ash moved in front of the front desk. "This is the Pokémon Center, a trainer's best friend. It's much more than a Pokémon hospital, as you can already see."

Before Ash could go on any further, trainers ran through the automatic doors. There were two girls and two boys in the group. All of the trainers were holding their injured Pokémon. Quickly Ash moved away from the desk so the Pokémon could get the treatment they needed.

Soon the nurse came in. She wore the usual outfit, and her pink hair was in the same style.

"How can I help you--oh dear, your Pokémon are very injured," she said in her kind voice.

"The gym leader here is ruthless! Just look at what he did to our poor Pokémon! We didn't even have a chance!" a girl yelled. "It took weeks for me to train my Ratatta!"

"Excuse me," Ash said. "How many badges do you have?"

The kids looked at each other.

"One," a boy with short green hair said, looking at his poor Pokémon.

"Five," one girl with blue hair said.

"Three," the girl with the Ratatta said.

"None," a short boy hardly older than the triplets said quietly.

The man shook his head. "Didn't you read the sign on the door of the gym? 'It is recommended by the Pokémon League that you have seven badges or more before challenging the gym leader in this gym?' You can't miss it."

The kids looked at the ground. They hadn't, thinking it was not important at all. The four of them thought they could take on the gym leader right now. Besides, it was the closest gym to Pallet Town, one of the biggest places to start off a Pokémon journey.

"The badge recommendation signs are on the door for a reason," Ash said. "No one wants other trainer's Pokémon to get hurt. Please make sure you read the signs on the door, okay?"

"Ok sir!" the children replied.

"Well, I'll take the Pokémon to heal them," the nurse said. Grateful, the trainers gave the woman their Pokémon, and then sat down in the chairs near the videophones. Ash then continued the lecture.

"You may want to remember that if you challenge gym leaders. Now where was I? Oh yes. Every Pokémon Center has five things in common: a Nurse Joy, the videophones, computer, bedrooms for trainers and a trading center. Everything but the bedrooms are visible in the front area, unless Nurse Joy is in the back taking care of the Pokémon."

"Dad, are they all really called Nurse Joy?" Greg asked.

"Yes, and they're all related too."

"Weird," Arielle said, still looking at her father at a distance at the table.

Ash continued the lecture. "Everything is pretty much free, except the phone. All of this is self-explanatory, except the trading center. Do any of you want to demonstrate with me?"

"I left my Pokémon at home," Misty said, looking through her purse just to make sure. They weren't there.

"Same here," Gary said.

Ash sighed. "Ok then, I'll go ask the trainers!" He turned to the trainers watching them. "Do any of you have Pokémon with you now?"

"Don't have mine," the green-haired boy said.

"Mine are getting healed," the girl with blue hair said.

"Ditto," the other girl said. "And not the Pokémon."

"I got one!" the small boy said, getting up from his chair. "I challenged the leader to a one-on-one battle, so I still have my other Pokémon."

"Ok then, follow me."

All the trainers got up and moved to the high-tech machine. The boy went to one side and Ash went to the other. Excited, the boy pulled out his only pokéball from his belt. He was glad to be Ash's guinea pig, even though he didn't have a clue who Ash was. The boy just liked trades.

"What's you name?" Ash asked.

"Don," the boy replied.

"Ok Don, I'll trade you a Pokémon and you trade me yours. After that we'll trade back. Ok?"

The boy nodded, wanting to trade with the mysterious man anyway. He seemed too nice to steal his Pokémon.

"Now I'll give you my Charzard, okay?" Ash asked.

"Cool! A Charzard!!!!" Don yelled, excited. Even owning one of them for five seconds seemed great. He had seen Ash's Charzard so many times in battle it wasn't funny. The boy idolized it, hoping that one day, he could get one.

"Ok, first thing you do is slide your license in this little slot," Ash said to his children, showing him the slot. Both he and Don took out their licenses. Ash's was platinum colored (because he's a Pokémon Master) while Don's (along with the triplets) was green, a sign of a normal trainer. The screen then displayed a green "OK!"

"After that, if you want Pokédex data in there, you'd connect it with the machine with this," Ash continued, pointing to a cord near the basket-like thing on his side of the machine. Don pulled out his (which looked like version 1.0, but was much more advanced than that) and connected the wire to it. Ash didn't have his with him, and chances were that he owned the Pokémon anyway. He had really caught up on catching them all.

"Next, there are two little basket-like things here," Ash said, pointing to them. "You insert the pokéball in there." Ash pulled out a pokéball from his jeans pocket and put it in. Meanwhile, Don put the pokéball he had already pulled out into the basket-like thing. The machine showed the trade: a Charzard for a Squirtle. Sure enough, Ash had that Pokémon.

"Once you verify the trade, the machine does the rest." The two pressed a button and the trade was done. Ash pulled out the pokéball that was now his.

"Wow! I can't believe that I have a Charzard!!!!" Don yelled, tossing the ball up and down. He was very excited.

"Time to trade back," Ash declared. They did the same thing and they got their Pokémon back.

"That's it. Any questions?" Ash asked. The kids shook their heads. "Oh, and one more thing. If you hook up your Pokédex to the trading machine, you can see whom you have traded in the past. It's always nice to know who you've traded with."

Don then opened his Pokédex and decided to look at whom he had traded with today. He couldn't believe his eyes.

"You're--you're-- WOW! I OWNED ASH KETCHUM'S CHARAZRD FOR FIVE SECONDS!"

The kids laughed. The boy was so excited that he had not only owned a Charzard for five seconds, but Ash Ketchum's Charzard for five seconds. Don was jumping about, and that was very funny to the trainers and Ash's kids.

"Well, I think it is time," Ash said, smiling at the rejoicing trainer who was now sitting down, silently rejoicing.

"Time for what?" Ashley asked.

"Time to get your first Pokémon, of course!" Gary said while pulling a bag he had brought over. "Your parents wanted me to give you some Pokémon for your birthday, and I got the perfect Pokémon for each of you."

Greg smiled, along with Ashley. They couldn't wait to go out and start training their Pokémon and get some badges. Arielle just sighed. That was her parents: getting them Pokémon. She really didn't want to train Pokémon at all. All she wanted to do was to make her parents happy. And now she had to get a Pokémon and train it. What was with her parents and Pokémon training anyway?

"Ok Greg, I got yours here," Gary said, pulling out a pokéball and taking the sticky note off of it. The Professor tossed it and the boy caught it.

"A Pokémon! I bet it's a Charmander," he said, looking at the red and white ball he had just received. That would be his parents: going with the classics. Besides, the teacher did say that it was best to start out with one of the nine: Charmander, Suqirtle, Bulbasuar, Chikorita, Cindaquil, Totodile, Torchic, Mudkip or Treeko. It was only logical to have one of them to start out with.

"Well, aren't you going to see what it is?" Ash asked.

"I was getting there!" Greg yelled, throwing the pokéball in the air.

It wasn't a Charmander. Well, it wasn't any starter Pokémon. It was a Riachu. The Pokémon looked like any other Riachu, with the same yellowish body and the same tail and the same… well, everything else. The Pokémon looked emotionless.

"NEAT!" Greg yelled. He immediately went to hug the yellow rodent. Too bad it shocked him in the process.

"Ow…" he mumbled. "I don't think it likes me."

"Rii!" the Pokémon replied.

Next was Ashley. Cautiously she took the pokéball from the professor and looked at the Pokémon within. It was a cute little Bulbasaur. Unlike Greg's Riachu, it seemed much more friendly. The Pokémon went up to Ashley and didn't attack. Nervous, the girl pet it on the head, and they seemed to get along really well.

After that the professor got out another pokéball.

"NOOOO!" Arielle suddenly yelled, backing away. "I don't wanna get a Pokémon! I'd only train it to make my parents happy anyway!"

The adults in the room stared at her.

"Honey, you don't have to train it," Misty said. "That's why we got you a Pokémon that's more like a pet anyway. At least take a look at it," she insisted.

Arielle did. Her Pokémon was a cute little Skitty with a pink bow around its neck. It was the cutest thing in the world, or at least the room.

"Aww!" she yelled, running up to it and giving it a big hug. "It's soo cute!" Good thing the Skitty liked Arielle; most Pokémon would have tried to escape the big hug that Arielle was giving it. Everyone couldn't help but smile at the two of them.

"See, you can have it as a pet or train it," Ash said. "You don't have to train Pokémon if you don't want to."

"Yay!" Arielle was okay with that. Skitty was the perfect pet for her.

"And one more thing," Gary said, digging into the bag and pulling out three Pokédexes and some spare pokéballs. The Pokédex was the most advanced-looking one that Ash ever had. "These are yours too. They're programmed already."

The kids took them, even Arielle. She never knew when she'd need one.

"Well, that's it. I guess you are free to go. I did my job, now pay up," Gary said, holding out his hand to Ash. Glaring, he gave Gary a check.

"I still don't understand why I have to pay you," Ash said. "Back when I started out, everything was free!"

"I need money these days, that's why," Gary replied. "See you later!"

They then left the Pokémon Center, the children now having Pokémon to train.

-tbc-
Yes, there's more. Bwahaha! XD
But there really isn't much more, so don't worry!