The Pokemon league Champion arrived on Cinnabar Island. Returning his
Blastoise to its Pokeball, he walked to the lab. He entered the back room,
finding only a door. Entering, he saw the scientists.
"I'm looking for the information I was promised by the Secret Lab scientists. As they've fled, you are responsible. So. Where is it?"
"I'm afraid, Mr. Champion, sir, that we have no control over what the people at the Secret Lab do, and-"The Champion interrupted by grabbing the scientist by the collar.
"The Secret Lab was a chain of this very lab. You are to give me my experiment. Now," the Champion growled.
"You are too late, sir," another scientist said.
"What?"
"It escaped during the Secret Lab's destruction. Along with..."
"Along with one of the Mewtwo. I've already retrieved it. Now. My experiment. Where is it?"
"We do not know. As Professor Rockwilder said, it was not our experiment. It belonged to those at the Secret Lab," the scientist said. The Champion growled and dropped Rockwilder. He stepped outside.
"Perhaps I should get the services of someone else," the Champion smiled, looking to the ferry that was pulling in.
Ash, Misty, and Brock got off the ferry.
"Wow! Cinnabar Island is so beautiful!" Misty said.
"Forget the beauty! I just wanna get ready for my next gym battle in Viridian City!" Ash cried.
"Ash, you can really spoil the moment," Misty muttered.
"Hmm, this is odd," Brock said, as he passed a damaged building.
"What is it?" Misty asked.
"I don't know. 'Closed for Repairs.' Hmm, interesting," Brock said.
"Interesting, isn't it?" someone asked. The gang turned and saw a teen standing near the wall of the building. He looked to be sixteen or seventeen and was around six foot or a little taller. He wore a red shirt with a black bar running across the chest. He had black jeans on and wore blue and silver tennis shoes. He had a red cap twisted around so that the bill was pointed behind him, and his backpack was red and black with an orange Pokeball symbol on it.
"Excuse me, but who are you?" Brock asked.
"The name's Ben Oliver. I work with the Cinnabar News Service. A big explosion happened here a few weeks back. Officer Jenny had her hands full trying to investigate, but ultimately had to end the investigation. There was no explanation as to why, so the CNS sent me to check it out," the guy said.
"I'm Brock," Brock said, extending his hand. Ben just nodded.
"And your friends?"
"I'm Ash Ketchum, from Pallet! I'm sure you've heard of me and my victories!" Ash cried. Ben raised an eyebrow, then attempted to act as if he cared about Ash's ego.
"Sorry, never heard of you," he said. Ash fell to the ground. "But there are a lot of trainers in the world and-"
"No, no. Let's leave him like that. He's quieter," Misty sighed.
"And you are?"
"I'm Misty."
"You look a little familiar."
"Well, my sisters are the Cerulean City Gym leaders."
"That must be it. I, uh, interviewed them a while back," Ben said. A barking came from behind them. "Oh, yeah, here comes my prize Pokemon. He stayed at the news office because of a bulletin my producer was sending me," Ben chuckled. A Growlithe ran up to him with a sheet of paper in his mouth.
"Let me guess. He's a newshound?" Brock asked.
"I knew that pun was coming," Ben muttered with a wince. "Growlithe was the first Pokemon I ever got. He was a gift from my parents. I don't know what I'd do without him."
"Pika?" Pikachu asked, his ears perking. Growlithe walked over to him and sniffed at him. Pikachu's cheeks started to crackle with electricity. Misty looked at Ben
"Should you do something?" she asked.
"Watch." Pikachu let loose a bolt of electricity, but Growlithe jumped, flipped, and landed behind Pikachu. The bolt hit the ground harmlessly.
"Wow! That was incredible!" Misty cried. Ash jumped up.
"You're a Pokemon Trainer?" he asked.
"I guess you could say so," Ben sighed.
"Then I challenge you to a battle!" Ash cried.
"You wouldn't last five seconds," Ben chuckled.
"Wanna try me?" Ash asked.
"You mean you want you're butt kicked? You're crazier than I thought. All right, then, three on three sound good?" Ben asked.
"You got it!"
"You ready?" Ben chuckled.
"Ready!"
"Go, Pidgeot!" Ben cried, letting his Pokeball fly.
"Pidgeot?" Ash asked, pulling out his Pokedex.
"Pidgeot. The Bird Pokemon. The evolved form of Pidgeotto. This Pokemon has sharp talons used for catching its prey from the ocean."
"Hah. This'll be a snap. Pikachu! I choose you!"
"Pika!"
"Pidgeot, use your Toxic attack!" Ben asked. The Bird Pokemon launched the poisoned assault on Pikachu. Pikachu ran, but couldn't avoid it.
"Toxic? Pidgeot can't learn that attack naturally!" Brock cried.
"Ever hear of a Technical Machine? Koga gave me one," Ben smirked.
"Pikachu is unable to continue the battle," Brock sighed.
"Pikachu, return," Ash said, solemnly. He grabbed a Pokeball. " Squirtle! Go!"
"Squirt, Squirtle!" the little turtle cried.
"Pidgeot, return! Growlithe. You're up," Ben smiled. Growlithe barked.
"Squirtle, use your Water Gun attack!" Ash ordered.
"Growlithe, use Take Down!" Ben ordered. Growlithe hit the spray of water, rolled himself up into a ball, and tackled Squirtle, knocking Squirtle out of the battle field. Squirtle hopped back into the arena- Then fainted.
"Squirtle is unable to battle," Brock called.
"I still have one chance. Go, Charizard!" Ash cried. The giant lizard appeared out of his Pokeball, and was lying on its side.
"You're joking, right? That's not even a challenge," Ben said.
"C'mon, Charizard! Please!" Charizard looked at him with one eye, then flicked the Pokemon trainer away.
"Charizard refuses to battle. The match goes to Ben," Brock sighed.
"Charizard, return," Ash moaned.
"Well. That was a waste of my time. I could have gotten the same kind of a work out at some dive," Ben sighed.
"And to think he's got seven badges," Misty muttered.
"Seven? Oh, brother. Oh well." Ben muttered something that none of the others caught.
"I don't believe it," Ash murmured.
"Ash, get over it. Every trainer loses every now and then," Ben said.
"But... I..."
"I told you that you wouldn't last long against me. But you insisted on battling. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a report to make," Ben said, "Let's go Growlithe." He turned and motioned for the puppy Pokemon to follow.
"Wow, he was pretty impressive," Misty said.
"James, that guy beat the twerp!"
"And without breaking a sweat, either!"
"You know what this means, don't you?" Jessie asked.
"It means that we have to steal his Pokemon!" James cried.
"And da chances of you two doin' dat is about da same as me becoming a Pokemon trainer," Meowth muttered.
"What was that, Meowth?" Jessie growled.
"Simply put, you two stink."
"Hey, you're part of this team, too, Meowth!" James cried.
"And dere ain't a day dat passes dat I don't regret it," Meowth sighed.
"But think about it! If we steal even one of that trainer's Pokemon, it will put us back in the boss's good graces!" James cried. Meowth didn't seem to care.
"You'll be his favorite again," Jessie said in a sing-song voice.
"And maybe he'll even kick his Persian to the street," James added. Meowth gasped.
"I'll be da top cat again?" Jessie and James nodded. "Den let's do it!"
"I'm looking for the information I was promised by the Secret Lab scientists. As they've fled, you are responsible. So. Where is it?"
"I'm afraid, Mr. Champion, sir, that we have no control over what the people at the Secret Lab do, and-"The Champion interrupted by grabbing the scientist by the collar.
"The Secret Lab was a chain of this very lab. You are to give me my experiment. Now," the Champion growled.
"You are too late, sir," another scientist said.
"What?"
"It escaped during the Secret Lab's destruction. Along with..."
"Along with one of the Mewtwo. I've already retrieved it. Now. My experiment. Where is it?"
"We do not know. As Professor Rockwilder said, it was not our experiment. It belonged to those at the Secret Lab," the scientist said. The Champion growled and dropped Rockwilder. He stepped outside.
"Perhaps I should get the services of someone else," the Champion smiled, looking to the ferry that was pulling in.
Ash, Misty, and Brock got off the ferry.
"Wow! Cinnabar Island is so beautiful!" Misty said.
"Forget the beauty! I just wanna get ready for my next gym battle in Viridian City!" Ash cried.
"Ash, you can really spoil the moment," Misty muttered.
"Hmm, this is odd," Brock said, as he passed a damaged building.
"What is it?" Misty asked.
"I don't know. 'Closed for Repairs.' Hmm, interesting," Brock said.
"Interesting, isn't it?" someone asked. The gang turned and saw a teen standing near the wall of the building. He looked to be sixteen or seventeen and was around six foot or a little taller. He wore a red shirt with a black bar running across the chest. He had black jeans on and wore blue and silver tennis shoes. He had a red cap twisted around so that the bill was pointed behind him, and his backpack was red and black with an orange Pokeball symbol on it.
"Excuse me, but who are you?" Brock asked.
"The name's Ben Oliver. I work with the Cinnabar News Service. A big explosion happened here a few weeks back. Officer Jenny had her hands full trying to investigate, but ultimately had to end the investigation. There was no explanation as to why, so the CNS sent me to check it out," the guy said.
"I'm Brock," Brock said, extending his hand. Ben just nodded.
"And your friends?"
"I'm Ash Ketchum, from Pallet! I'm sure you've heard of me and my victories!" Ash cried. Ben raised an eyebrow, then attempted to act as if he cared about Ash's ego.
"Sorry, never heard of you," he said. Ash fell to the ground. "But there are a lot of trainers in the world and-"
"No, no. Let's leave him like that. He's quieter," Misty sighed.
"And you are?"
"I'm Misty."
"You look a little familiar."
"Well, my sisters are the Cerulean City Gym leaders."
"That must be it. I, uh, interviewed them a while back," Ben said. A barking came from behind them. "Oh, yeah, here comes my prize Pokemon. He stayed at the news office because of a bulletin my producer was sending me," Ben chuckled. A Growlithe ran up to him with a sheet of paper in his mouth.
"Let me guess. He's a newshound?" Brock asked.
"I knew that pun was coming," Ben muttered with a wince. "Growlithe was the first Pokemon I ever got. He was a gift from my parents. I don't know what I'd do without him."
"Pika?" Pikachu asked, his ears perking. Growlithe walked over to him and sniffed at him. Pikachu's cheeks started to crackle with electricity. Misty looked at Ben
"Should you do something?" she asked.
"Watch." Pikachu let loose a bolt of electricity, but Growlithe jumped, flipped, and landed behind Pikachu. The bolt hit the ground harmlessly.
"Wow! That was incredible!" Misty cried. Ash jumped up.
"You're a Pokemon Trainer?" he asked.
"I guess you could say so," Ben sighed.
"Then I challenge you to a battle!" Ash cried.
"You wouldn't last five seconds," Ben chuckled.
"Wanna try me?" Ash asked.
"You mean you want you're butt kicked? You're crazier than I thought. All right, then, three on three sound good?" Ben asked.
"You got it!"
"You ready?" Ben chuckled.
"Ready!"
"Go, Pidgeot!" Ben cried, letting his Pokeball fly.
"Pidgeot?" Ash asked, pulling out his Pokedex.
"Pidgeot. The Bird Pokemon. The evolved form of Pidgeotto. This Pokemon has sharp talons used for catching its prey from the ocean."
"Hah. This'll be a snap. Pikachu! I choose you!"
"Pika!"
"Pidgeot, use your Toxic attack!" Ben asked. The Bird Pokemon launched the poisoned assault on Pikachu. Pikachu ran, but couldn't avoid it.
"Toxic? Pidgeot can't learn that attack naturally!" Brock cried.
"Ever hear of a Technical Machine? Koga gave me one," Ben smirked.
"Pikachu is unable to continue the battle," Brock sighed.
"Pikachu, return," Ash said, solemnly. He grabbed a Pokeball. " Squirtle! Go!"
"Squirt, Squirtle!" the little turtle cried.
"Pidgeot, return! Growlithe. You're up," Ben smiled. Growlithe barked.
"Squirtle, use your Water Gun attack!" Ash ordered.
"Growlithe, use Take Down!" Ben ordered. Growlithe hit the spray of water, rolled himself up into a ball, and tackled Squirtle, knocking Squirtle out of the battle field. Squirtle hopped back into the arena- Then fainted.
"Squirtle is unable to battle," Brock called.
"I still have one chance. Go, Charizard!" Ash cried. The giant lizard appeared out of his Pokeball, and was lying on its side.
"You're joking, right? That's not even a challenge," Ben said.
"C'mon, Charizard! Please!" Charizard looked at him with one eye, then flicked the Pokemon trainer away.
"Charizard refuses to battle. The match goes to Ben," Brock sighed.
"Charizard, return," Ash moaned.
"Well. That was a waste of my time. I could have gotten the same kind of a work out at some dive," Ben sighed.
"And to think he's got seven badges," Misty muttered.
"Seven? Oh, brother. Oh well." Ben muttered something that none of the others caught.
"I don't believe it," Ash murmured.
"Ash, get over it. Every trainer loses every now and then," Ben said.
"But... I..."
"I told you that you wouldn't last long against me. But you insisted on battling. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a report to make," Ben said, "Let's go Growlithe." He turned and motioned for the puppy Pokemon to follow.
"Wow, he was pretty impressive," Misty said.
"James, that guy beat the twerp!"
"And without breaking a sweat, either!"
"You know what this means, don't you?" Jessie asked.
"It means that we have to steal his Pokemon!" James cried.
"And da chances of you two doin' dat is about da same as me becoming a Pokemon trainer," Meowth muttered.
"What was that, Meowth?" Jessie growled.
"Simply put, you two stink."
"Hey, you're part of this team, too, Meowth!" James cried.
"And dere ain't a day dat passes dat I don't regret it," Meowth sighed.
"But think about it! If we steal even one of that trainer's Pokemon, it will put us back in the boss's good graces!" James cried. Meowth didn't seem to care.
"You'll be his favorite again," Jessie said in a sing-song voice.
"And maybe he'll even kick his Persian to the street," James added. Meowth gasped.
"I'll be da top cat again?" Jessie and James nodded. "Den let's do it!"
