A forty-three-year-old woman's arm reached for the fax machine, and pulled off the two pieces of paper. Through her thin-rimmed glasses and rust-red, dune-shaped hair, with one side reaching below her right ear, was the notice that she and another teammate had become Administrators. "Yes! We've done it," she said triumphantly. "Conner is really going to jump in excitement."

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"All right! That last mission stealing Porygon from Silph Company paid off, Sandy! We're at the top now with Mandroph Darkao!" Conner couldn't believe what his wife Sandy told him.

They were in their living room, with things one would normally find in one. There were two couches, an armchair that Conner sat on, a fancy-looking ceiling light, and various paintings on the wall. Also, on the other side from the couches and chair, there was a big-screen, high-definition television set.

"OK, let's calm down," said Sandy. "Calm down."

"All right." Conner began to take deep breaths. "I'm fine now." He began to remember how he, Sandy, and their kid Becky came to Kanto a few years ago. Their boss offered them positions on Team Rocket, promising high wages. This was the real kicker for them – they needed to find a job to settle in Kanto, and Team Rocket offered it.

"Also noted is that we'll be receiving a package in the mail. This package contains three Pokemon from the laboratory to bring to HQ." Just more Pokemon to round up. Nothing exciting here. They always had the duty of sending stolen and experimented Pokemon to HQ.

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The next morning, a postal truck drove into Saffron City's Postal Hub – the centerpiece of the Postal Service in Kanto. The truck driver lifted the back door, and placed the various packages and mail onto conveyor belts. As the package containing Bulbasaur, Charmander, and Squirtle went through inspection, one of the staff members, who couldn't see very well, confused it with another package next to it, which was meant to go to a house in Pallet Town. But more specifically, that package was intended to go to the home of Paul Oak, the famous Pokemon Professor! Whoops! This inspector is probably going to get in trouble...

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At noon, the postal trucks were loaded. Unknown to the truck drivers, the Pallet Town truck contained Team Rocket's package, while the Celadon City truck contained Professor Oak's package. After loading, the trucks drove out of the garage, out of Saffron, and off to their respective locations.

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Conner waited patiently for the mail truck to arrive while watching TV. He whistled patiently until he heard the sound of a truck driving near the house. "I guess the mail's here," said Conner. When the truck drove away, he headed outside to get the mail. After emptying the mailbox, he headed back inside, placing the mail onto a coffee table. Included was a package. "This is it!" he exclaimed as he pulled out his keys, cut through the tape with them, and lifted the lids. He dug through the Styrofoam peanuts and pulled out a PokeBall. "What the heck? We only got one!" And the ball looked custom-made, not the red-and-white capsule. The ball didn't contain any Pokemon. "Oh, my god! Sandy! Come over here!"
Sandy entered the living room, and asked, "What is it?"

"We must have gotten the wrong package by mistake," answered Conner. "We screwed up." He sighed in failure.

Sandy looked at the label imprinted on the box. "Pallet Town... it was meant to go to somewhere in Pallet Town... That's it! Professor Oak!"

"Why don't we give him a call tonight?

"Sure thing, Conner."

"We just opened a package that isn't ours. That's illegal."

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Pallet Town was a peaceful small town with many patches of grass and trees. The air was completely clean, too. This town was known as the perfect place for children to grow up in. The postal truck drove into the town, while the driver placed the mail into the correct mailboxes. As he reached the home of Professor Oak, delivering mail for him. he unknowingly inserted Team Rocket's package into the mailbox, thinking it was Oak's.

Soon after, a boy with spiky brown hair and blue eyes – Kevin Oak, Professor Oak's grandson - came home from school. "June 12 tomorrow – that's the last day of school. I'm so excited," ranted the boy. As usual, he looked in the mailbox, and saw that mail had arrived. "Hey! We got mail!" Kevin emptied the mailbox, and headed inside.

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"Hi, Kevin," a middle-aged man, who looked like an older Kevin said.

"Hey, dad. We got mail." Kevin put the mail onto the coffee table. When he checked the package, he saw that it wasn't supposed to go to this house. Instead, it was labeled "Conner Drayan". "Hmmm." He headed upstairs into his bedroom.

In Kevin's room, he pulled out a knife from his desk to cut open the tape, and open the box. Digging through the Styrofoam peanuts, he pulled out... three PokeBalls! He picked one, and opened it up. Out came a beam of white light, which materialized into an unhealthy-looking cyan turtle. "You're a Squirtle. Dad! Daisy! Come on in here! I found some Pokemon!"

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The three Pokemon were released from their PokeBalls. Their surroundings showed that they were no longer in the lab, but instead, they were in a house. These people didn't look anything like scientists – well, at least, they didn't look like the kind that would abuse Pokemon.

"You found Pokemon?" asked Daisy in amazement. "I hope you didn't steal Chansey from me to do so!"

"Yeah! I'll keep them! No, Daisy, I didn't take your Chansey."

"Now, Kevin, let's not get greedy. One Pokemon's enough."

"All right, then... I'll keep Squirtle. Karl and Hadley can have the other two."

"That's good," praised Kevin and Daisy's father. "Squirtle will make a good friend with Chansey. But he looks awfully hungry. We should feed him."

"All right, dad, I'll feed him. He's my pet now. Hey! I'll call him Koopa!" Kevin knew right then and there that he had a new responsibility to take care of now, just like Daisy with Chansey.