Snorlax, the sleeping pokemon. Very lazy. Just eats and sleeps. As its rotund bulk builds, it becomes steadily more slothful.

Well that doesn't help me.
He stared hopelessly at the pokedex, theorizing about the idiot who must have hacked the system and given such a useless description. He bet there were probably dozens of other entries that were made up by some stupid kids giggling around one of the computers in the pokemon center that was closed for the night.

He sighed as he leaned against the soft, heaving mass of his snorlax. Obviously it didn't go back into its ball. He wouldn't listen to a single thing he said. He even commanded it to rest and it still didn't listen.
He thought nothing would stop him from achieving his dream of building his pokemon dream team. He never took into account the sleeping menaces that occasionally blocked roads and caused a shortage of apples after only one found the orchards outside of vermillion city (the metal vermillion is good fertilizer for the apples that grow on Gemini, hence why they were there).

The day was still young, the battle cries he loved just a while ago rang through his ears. He could only dream of the pokemon he could have gotten as he vicariously trained other pokemon that he saw nearby.
Then snorlax would fidget to find another position to sleep in and awake its trainer. He wanted to complain, but he was sure that it would fall onto deaf ears. It would be improper of such a trainer to complain about a pokemon that he couldn't train so easily. Then he might complain about the next one... for being too easy to train or something.
But he could never give up now. Not because of this. With the action around him, he tried something he never thought he would do.
He found Snorlax's armpit and began to tickle it. His Mom did that to him when he didn't listen. He thought he'd hear it wake up and groggily listen to his new master. Instead he felt the full force of a fury swipe, sending him flying across the field and tumbling down the hill.
He slowly walked back up and thought of a new strategy, all while pulling blades of grass out of his thick hair.
He leapt up onto Snorlax's big belly and tried shaking his head. Maybe that would help somehow. The next thing he knew he was pulled down by Snorlax's other hand and flung down to the ground.

As he shook the dirt off of his new pants, he frustratingly looked to the sky. It was huge, almost a thousand pounds. Brute force won't help.

Then it shifted. To his surprise, it woke up and stood up in front of his master. Red thought he was going to cry out of happiness, but then he was pushed to the side and treated to the sight of his 1000 pound behemoth run down a plain at full speed.
But as he smelled what they were cooking, he realized...
Uh oh...
Snorlax's aren't satisfied until they eat...
The school's lunch was going to be Snorlax's snack if he didn't do something.
He bolted after his pokemon. He was known to be a fast runner, so being that its speed was 30, it was easily overtaken by its scrawnier master.

Other trainers were noticing too. One of which knew exactly where the pokemon was going. He stood in front of the kitchen door, pokeball out for the ready.
"RAY! What are you doing!" Other trainers were too scared of the charging beast. Red groaned as Ray stood there, "valiantly" blocking the way. That trainer was going to challenge a starving snorlax?
Was he out of his mind?!

"Kid, is that your pokemon?"
Red was gasping for air as he made it to the other boy and stood directly in front of him. He barely made it past the top of Ray's chest.
"Please... don't ... fight it. It's... mine... I got this..."
"No you definitely don't! That thing is unstoppable. I got this. Pikachu, go!"
He let loose the ball in his hand and out popped a white blob that morphed into a yellow mouse with a brown tail and bright red cheeks. The snorlax stopped in its tracks as it stared down the little mouse, electricity coursing around it in aggressive patterns.
"STOP! Don't hurt it!" Red stood in front of his pokemon, hugging it behind his back.
"It didn't do anything wrong! Please stop!"
Ray sighed. This kid wasn't going to make it any easier, was he?
"Pikachu-!"
"NO! DON'T!"
"Thundershock that snorlax!"
In the seconds before pikachu was charged up, Red felt an arm grab his shirt and toss him away. He landed safely on the grass before his beloved pokemon was knocked out by a tiny mouse's thundershock, all on their first day together.
Some first day, he thought as he lay in wait at the pokecenter, hoping to hear some good news about his new pokemon.