After resting and relaxing, Zara, George, and Kylaré headed back out, on their way to the Petalburg gym. Zara and George were arguing.
"George, I'm battling the gym leader first!" Zara announced.
"No, I am, you ham!" George yelled back at her. Zara gasped at his remark, and started running towards the gym. "Oh no you don't!" George sped up, and Kylaré trudged slowly, shaking his head in grief.
Zara reached the gym first, beating George by a few seconds. She knocked on the big glass door. She peered inside, but she couldn't see anything, because the glass was so thick. Then the door opened, and Zara, leaning on it, fell inside, screaming. George starting laughing like a hyena.
"Not funny!" Zara cried, standing up. Facing her was a short, chubby guy. "Hello."
"Hey championa, what's happening?" The small man asked. "I'm Chet."
"Hi...Chet, I-"
"We," George corrected.
"We, are here to challenge the gym leader of this lovely gym," Zara said, trying to be nice.
Chet laughed, and motioned for all three of them to come in. Chet giggled again, "And you're beginning trainers, right?"
"Yeah, and..." George replied.
"Norman, the gym leader, is what you might say, more advanced of a gym leader," Cher answered. He led the group to a room that looked like a fitness gym. In the room, was a guy with Purple hair. He was lifting weights, with a white Pokémon by his side.
Zara looked uneasy. "I see what Chet was talking about," Zara said to George. "That Pokémon looks rough."
George pulled out his Pokédex. "VIGOROTH: Vigoroth is always itching and agitated to go on a wild rampage. It simply can't tolerate sitting still for even a minute. This POKEMON's stress level rises if it can't be moving constantly," The Pokédex said.
"Cool," Kylaré said in awe.
Norman stopped lifting and looked at his guests.
"Hello, can I help?" Norman asked nicely.
"Hi, I'm Zara," Zara said nervously.
Norman stood up from his bench, and reached out to shake their hands. George stepped in front of Zara, and held out his hand. "How do you do?" George asked, rather professionally.
Norman shook George's hand. "I'm well, and you?"
"Great. So, are you accepting challenges for gym battles on this lovely day?" George asked.
"Yes," Norman said, "but I only battle trainers who have obtained four badges. My Pokémon tend to be too strong for the beginning Pokémon Trainer."
Than a frail little girl walked in the room. "Uncle Norman!"
"Walleska, I totally forgot about the Pokémon thing, sorry," Norman said to the toothpick shaped girl.
"Aww..." Walleska whined. Her eyes filled with tears.
Norman turned to George, Zara, and Kylaré. "I have a favor to ask of you before you set off on your journey."
"Sure, name it," Kylaré said, trying to sound dependable.
"Could you take my niece into the tall grass and help her catch a Pokémon?" Norman asked.
"Sure!" George and Kylaré said, as if they were replying to a boot camp instructor. Zara was still freaked out by Norman's Vigoroth, that was staring at her.
George, Zara, and Kylaré walked the minuscule Walleska into the tall grass.
"Atchoo!" Walleska shouted, as they pollen irritated her allergies. Then she fell.
"Where's Walleska?" Zara asked.
"I tripped!" Walleska wailed from the ground. She stood up with a Ralts in her arms. "I tripped over this."
"It's a Ralts!" George commented.
"I caught a Ralts!" Walleska cried happily.
Zara sighed. "Sweety, that's not exactly how you catch a Pokémon..."
"It's mine!" Walleska screamed at Zara. She marched back to the gym. They followed.
Norman beamed as they walked through the doors. Chet was sleep standing up.
"You guys are wonderful!" Norman said happily.
"Thanks, but-"
"No, buts! Well, how about this. When you come back here next time, I will have a special gift for you, for helping my niece."
Zara started to say something, but George covered her mouth. "Thanks, we're looking forward to then!"
The group waved as they headed off to continue there journey. They ditched Walleska, but not for long...
"George, I'm battling the gym leader first!" Zara announced.
"No, I am, you ham!" George yelled back at her. Zara gasped at his remark, and started running towards the gym. "Oh no you don't!" George sped up, and Kylaré trudged slowly, shaking his head in grief.
Zara reached the gym first, beating George by a few seconds. She knocked on the big glass door. She peered inside, but she couldn't see anything, because the glass was so thick. Then the door opened, and Zara, leaning on it, fell inside, screaming. George starting laughing like a hyena.
"Not funny!" Zara cried, standing up. Facing her was a short, chubby guy. "Hello."
"Hey championa, what's happening?" The small man asked. "I'm Chet."
"Hi...Chet, I-"
"We," George corrected.
"We, are here to challenge the gym leader of this lovely gym," Zara said, trying to be nice.
Chet laughed, and motioned for all three of them to come in. Chet giggled again, "And you're beginning trainers, right?"
"Yeah, and..." George replied.
"Norman, the gym leader, is what you might say, more advanced of a gym leader," Cher answered. He led the group to a room that looked like a fitness gym. In the room, was a guy with Purple hair. He was lifting weights, with a white Pokémon by his side.
Zara looked uneasy. "I see what Chet was talking about," Zara said to George. "That Pokémon looks rough."
George pulled out his Pokédex. "VIGOROTH: Vigoroth is always itching and agitated to go on a wild rampage. It simply can't tolerate sitting still for even a minute. This POKEMON's stress level rises if it can't be moving constantly," The Pokédex said.
"Cool," Kylaré said in awe.
Norman stopped lifting and looked at his guests.
"Hello, can I help?" Norman asked nicely.
"Hi, I'm Zara," Zara said nervously.
Norman stood up from his bench, and reached out to shake their hands. George stepped in front of Zara, and held out his hand. "How do you do?" George asked, rather professionally.
Norman shook George's hand. "I'm well, and you?"
"Great. So, are you accepting challenges for gym battles on this lovely day?" George asked.
"Yes," Norman said, "but I only battle trainers who have obtained four badges. My Pokémon tend to be too strong for the beginning Pokémon Trainer."
Than a frail little girl walked in the room. "Uncle Norman!"
"Walleska, I totally forgot about the Pokémon thing, sorry," Norman said to the toothpick shaped girl.
"Aww..." Walleska whined. Her eyes filled with tears.
Norman turned to George, Zara, and Kylaré. "I have a favor to ask of you before you set off on your journey."
"Sure, name it," Kylaré said, trying to sound dependable.
"Could you take my niece into the tall grass and help her catch a Pokémon?" Norman asked.
"Sure!" George and Kylaré said, as if they were replying to a boot camp instructor. Zara was still freaked out by Norman's Vigoroth, that was staring at her.
George, Zara, and Kylaré walked the minuscule Walleska into the tall grass.
"Atchoo!" Walleska shouted, as they pollen irritated her allergies. Then she fell.
"Where's Walleska?" Zara asked.
"I tripped!" Walleska wailed from the ground. She stood up with a Ralts in her arms. "I tripped over this."
"It's a Ralts!" George commented.
"I caught a Ralts!" Walleska cried happily.
Zara sighed. "Sweety, that's not exactly how you catch a Pokémon..."
"It's mine!" Walleska screamed at Zara. She marched back to the gym. They followed.
Norman beamed as they walked through the doors. Chet was sleep standing up.
"You guys are wonderful!" Norman said happily.
"Thanks, but-"
"No, buts! Well, how about this. When you come back here next time, I will have a special gift for you, for helping my niece."
Zara started to say something, but George covered her mouth. "Thanks, we're looking forward to then!"
The group waved as they headed off to continue there journey. They ditched Walleska, but not for long...