GPS: Dragonite *hugs*

Dragonite: *hugs back* (:

GPS: I'm just incredibly bored writing a story before I start school on Monday...

Dragonite: That sucks.

GPS: I know, right?

Dragonite: GPS doesn't own Pokemon. But he owns a piece-of-junk S.U.V. that gets horrible gas mileage.

GPS: Thanks for sharing that. That is totally relevant! C: Also, I don't know how a post office works so forgive me if I am wrong.

Late August, 1997. It was a boring day in the outskirts of Pallet Town. The scene turned to a secluded post office and the postman of the name Alex turned to his manager and looked at the giant mountain of post that was needing delivery.

"I've been here since '90 when this town had 2,419 people according to the census but now it has gone up to at least 4,500 people! I can't carry all this post!"

"Relax," said the manager. "Despite the fact the population has nearly doubled, it doesn't mean the post has doubled!"

"How do you know?" said Alex as she scratched his blonde hair.

"I've been doing calculations after work and seeing how the amount of post has changed since this new trendy thing called 'e-mail' and it shows that you only have to carry 52% more post than normal! Well, mostly in the form of packages, and those have been very frequent due to this site called Amazon. We've been getting orders like crazy!"

"Sir, that truck I drive is 20 years old; it's in desperate need of auto repairs!" argued Alex with a thinning temper.

"I'm not dishing out money to fix that; you can fix that," said his manager.

"I get underpaid and put up with a lot of complaints. I've had it! You'll be getting my resignation soon."

"If you quit, I'll run out of business!" said the manager.

"Find a replacement! Someone who can put up with this crap!" Alex slammed the front door and never was to be seen again. The manager was shocked and sat down behind his desk.

"This is just great. Now what am I going to do? People need their post and the stuff they buy from Amazon, but it looks like I need a replacement, ASAP." He looked out the window facing the ocean and saw that on a bluff sat a Dragonite. It was extremely rare to see one, but an idea hatched in his head. He headed for the door and twisted it slowly and walked slowly towards the orange dragon. Despite the fact that he was about 10 feet away from it, it did not seem to be scared.

"Uh, hi," said the manager as he scratched his head nervously. "How are you doing, little guy?"

"Excuse me?" said a voice. The man's eyes became as wide as saucers. "In case you didn't notice, I'm not little; I am almost 8 and a half feet and over 500 pounds (A.N. this is a specimen larger than others) and you call me little?"

"You...you can talk!" said the man. "I thought only Meowths or psychics could talk!"

"Get lost, I have no interest with you," said Dragonite in an angry tone and turned his back towards the man.

"I'm Charles," said the manager. "Do you have a name?"

"Just Dragonite," said the orange male dragon as he looked out into the sparkly ocean.

"Why are you in such a mood?" questioned Charles. "I mean, I get that you are an extremely rare Pokemon, but the fact that you haven't left after seeing me should mean something."

"I'm bored with life to answer your first statement," said Dragonite. "I mean, I don't hate it. I'm a rather friendly and happy guy, but my life has been so mundane lately. I feel...I have no challenge, nothing to keep me motivated. What should I do?"

"I have an idea that may make you happy," said Charles. Dragonite turned around while still sitting on his butt and said,

"You caught my interest. Resume, human."

"I work at the post office right behind me and my only postman just quit on me. If I don't get any help soon, I will go broke!"

"So how does this involve me?" said Dragonite who now became slightly confused.

"Well, in order for it to be legit, I would have to get a permit from the Pokemon Labor Services (PLS) to prevent any lawsuits of enslaving Pokemon," said Charles. "How much speed and stamina do you have?"

"Tons; watch this," said Dragonite as he dashed off at the speed of sound and looped around the town in a near blink of the eye. He returned to the position right in front of Charles and said, "Didn't even break a sweat."

"Good, if I get all the paperwork settled, we should start in a few days," he said. "Would you be willing to become this town's postman?"

"Sounds like it may be fun. Okay! I'll give it a go!" He extended his orange paw and Charles shook it.

"Excellent," said Charles. "I look to possibly working with you. Will you remain in this area for a few days?"

"Sure," said Dragonite as his tail wagged. "It has a nice summer breeze."

Four days had passed and all the proper documents and whatnot were filled out. Charles actually had to take Dragonite to the PLS in Viridian City to be authorized and was inserted with a chip that prevented him from being captured. Not that it was completely necessary since Dragonite could easilly beat anyone who attempted to fight him, but...

Charles sighed and wiped his brow and handed Dragonite a map. "Are you capable of reading?"

"Of course, I'm not an ordinary Dragonite," said the male dragon. He opened the map and saw the layout of Pallet Town.

"Good. There are tons of stuff for you to do. You should also be glad that you have this job as the old vehicle my former employee drove emitted a lot of smoke that can lead to global warming. A lot of people are depending that they get their post and I already got a large number of complaints, so you essentially have four days worth to deliver. Are you okay with this?"

"Yes!" cheered Dragonite. Charles handed him a hat, a sash and a very large sack that easily must have had 300 pounds worth of mail and packages. Dragonite put the bag on him like in the first movie and proudly smiled.

"Won't it be confusing to find all the letters and packages if they are loose in this sack?" asked Dragonite.

"Luckily all things that go to one address are tied together, including packages," informed Charles. "Now off you go!"

"Of course," said Dragonite with a big smile.

Even though in Gen 1 they didn't issue genders, I don't like calling them "it"; feels like that's the pronoun used to refer to inanimate objects.