Karl opened the refrigerator. "Let's see here... there's some lemonade and some carrots." He pulled out a can of lemonade and a bag of carrots, then he headed upstairs and into his messy bedroom. Dirty clothes and dishes were on one side of the room, while a shelf with a TV set and cable box hooked up was placed on the other. He slurped the lemonade, and chewed on the carrots. When he was done, he decided to take a little nap, pulling the red bedspread.
But before he could fall asleep, something flew into his open window. "Huh? What's that?" Karl looked down, and saw an orange lizard with a flame on its tail. "Hey, it's a Charmander. Come on up."
The orange lizard looked strangely at this slightly fat boy, who didn't seem harmful at all. Better not get near him. He seems OK, Charmander thought, but looks can be deceiving.
Karl climbed off of the bed, but accidentally stepped on Charmander's tail. "OW! That burns!" He quickly jumped out of the way. The lizard blew fire at Karl, charring his shirt. "Whoa. I didn't mean to hurt you! I'm sorry."
The lizard then stopped and looked at Karl happily. He wasn't intentionally harmful! He cared about Pokemon! "You sure have a good aim at fire-breathing. I know! I'll call you Blowtorch!" He then picked up Blowtorch, and hugged the lizard, carefully avoiding the fire on its tail. "Guess I'd better start cleaning my room now, or you might burn something else here!"
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Karl's messy room seemed much different from another bedroom next to it. It was relatively clean, with a computer desk in the corner and a computer fair poster on the wall. Her bed had a green bedspread, and on her end table was an alarm clock radio which doubled as a weather station which told the temperature, along with a florescent lamp.
This was the room of Karl's geeky sister, Hadley Caliduct, who was just a few minutes younger than him. What was higher than Karl, however, was Hadley's IQ, since she had received above average on her IQ test, while Karl only received a regular average.
Hadley sat down at her desk, finishing the last homework assignment for the school year of 2205 - algebra. This girl didn't seem to mind getting homework, despite her brother and next-door neighbor not getting any obligations from here on. Aren't they going to get stupid all over again?
Green then thought about what would play out by the time they went back to school.
"Guh-huh, yo Cal!"
"Hey, there, uh, Kelvin?"
"Uh, what was I gonna say?"
"Ha ha! You stupid idiot!"
"Oh, that's right... ha ha! You stupid idiot!"
"Hey, don't call me that!"
"Grand slam!" a voice that sounded like Kevin's cried out from outside. A PokeBall crashed into the closed window, creating a large gaping hole. The ball sped at Hadley's head.
"Ow! Hey! You broke my window!" Hadley looked down angrily at Kevin.
"Hey, it should have been open in the first place, because it's a nice day out!" Kevin then realized that he had vandalized the house. "OK, I'm sorry, we'll take it out of my allowance, but there's a surprise for you in the shape of a Pokemon – a grass Pokemon, to be esact."
"Huh?" Hadley looked around the room. Sure enough, she saw a small dinosaur-like creature with a large seed on its back. Strange, wasn't it? A Bulbasaur. The seed-creature looked carefully at the girl, who seemed to look like a scientist, but a good scientist. The glasses and other features seemed to turn Bulbasaur away, though. "Come on, I won't hurt you. Where's the plant food? Wait here, I'll give you some food." Hadley left the room. In a few minutes, she was back with a bowl of plant food. "Just stay there for a minute..." the girl placed the bowl onto the floor.
Bulbasaur sniffed it, then wolfed it down. Mmm, that was delicious! She didn't know what the girl gave, but it was much better than what little food the scientists gave her. Energy ran through her formerly-weak body, and she felt refreshed - just like new!
Kevin from outside yelled out, "Look, I'm sorry for breaking your window!"
"That's all right, Kevin, I'll pay for you!"
"Thanks a lot!"
Hadley turned back to the Bulbasaur. "Hey, you need a name! I know, I'll call you Flora!"
She then noticed a note next to the PokeBall. "What's this?"
The note read:
Hey Hadley,
I found Bulbasaur with my Squirtle, who I've named Koopa. I also gave Karl a Charmander. I don't think they'll like each other, though... anyway, don't tell anyone, but I got them from some mix-up of packages. I think the guy who sent them has some serious problem with Pokemon, because I found them badly abused. In that case, finders keepers!
Your buddy, Kevin.
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Karl painstakingly cleaned his room. Whew! That was a lot of work. But at least Blowtorch wouldn't set anything important on fire. And so, he took a look around the room. It was much cleaner now! Karl then realized that he didn't tell his parents about Blowtorch. "Wait! I should tell about you to my parents!"
Karl picked up the Charmander, and headed out of the room. But he bumped into Hadley instead.
"Hey! You got a Charmander, like Kevin said."
"You got a Bulbasaur..."
"Kevin gave me..." they said in unison.
"Wait! Kevin gave us these Pokemon! We should tell our parents about this," said Karl. "That shouldn't be too long, since they'll be home in an hour."
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Karl and Hadley's father felt nervous. "Look, we can't just take on a new responsibility right away."
"But dad, these Pokemon have nowhere else to go, and Kevin can't take care of them by himself," said Hadley. "We've got to help him out."
Karl added, "If the original owners come by, it'll be Kevin who will be held responsible, not us. He found the Pokemon and gave them to us."
Karl and Hadley's mother then told her husband, "Now, Kenny, what if the old owners abused these Pokemon? We can't just return them if that's the case..."
Kenny realized that his wife and children wanted to keep the Pokemon. "OK, Kelly, they'll be fine, but we need to tame them."
"Good! That doesn't seem too difficult," said Hadley. "We've got Professor Oak to help us. And we're going to the museum tomorrow after school. That's a good place for our Pokemon to be – learning about their ancestors."
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"I'm amazed at how I found some Pokemon," said Kevin. "We'll be great trainers."
Professor Oak didn't seem to think that his grandson found them legally.
Indeed, Kevin did open someone else's package, and that was a federal offense, but he didn't want to tell anyone, fearing that he would get into trouble.
Suddenly, the phone rang. "I'll get that." Professor Oak then picked up the telephone. "Hello?"
An unknown voice answered, "Are you Professor Paul Oak?"
"Yes, that's me. What is it?"
"This is Conner Drayan from Celadon City, an executive of PokeWorld. I was wondering if you had a package to be delivered to us which was sent to the wrong place. We have been wondering if it had ended up with you."
"Hold on." Oak then asked Kevin, "Kevin, did you see a package today that was addressed to someone named 'Conner Drayan'?"
"Uh, no..." Kevin quickly lied to Oak, but it was for the better.
"Well, no, my grandson Kevin, has a Squirtle, but it's not the one your looking for. OK, good-bye." He hung up.
"Actually, to tell you the truth, I did. And that was where I first found the Pokemon. In any case, what would PokeWorld want with the Pokemon?"
Daisy then added, "They were in bad health, and I've heard rumors that PokeWorld is secretly owned by Team Rocket. It's probably just as well."
Grandma Oak interjected, "Come on, Paul, Team Rocket's a bad bunch. We're keeping any of their Pokemon, whether they like it or not!"
Kevin told his grandmother, "Good go, grandma!"
"Well, Barbara and Daisy, those are just rumors, but we should still wait until we find out for sure," said Professor Oak. "PokeWorld doesn't disclose the identity of its owner for some reason. I find that suspicious..."