Magby, Smooochum, and Elekid

Tucked away in the suburbs, there was a shop called Little Companions. It was an old mom and pop store that had been on Maguire Street since the area was a small village dwarfed by its big city neighbor. The city had swallowed the village whole, but the Pokemart franchise had yet to put Little Companions out of business.

The main reason for this was because the family owning the store were well known as excellent breeders. At all times, they kept a few young Pokemon up for sale. It was never a lot at a time, but the species they raised were rare. They even traded with distant Trainers in order to get even more unique types in.

One of the three currently for sale in Little Companions was Magby. He was a slender red chick with a lumpy cap-growth on his head. Tiny embers continually drooled from his bill; if he held them in, his throat would get really dry, maybe even hurt. However, the girl looking at him made a face. "That's gross. Can you teach him not to drool like that?"

"He'll get control of his fire powers when he evolves," the shopkeeper said. "It's perfectly normal, so don't place him near something dry or flammable."

"I dunno." She looked around for a bit longer, but left without buying anything.

Magby hung his head low. "Aw man... am I bad?"

The shopkeeper patted his head. He was a kind human. "Don't worry, little guy. I'm not sure you would have done well under her anyhow. But once we get a real fan of Fire Pokemon in, they'll be certain to make you great."

"Maaaaagbyyyyy!"

He looked down to see a small pink Pokemon with blond hair running across the shop floor. He thought Smoochum seemed like another almost-bird, but she insisted that she would grow up to be almost human. "What is it?"

Looking up at him, she failed to notice the edge of the floor tile and tripped onto her face. "Oof."

Magby hopped off the store counter and waddled over to her. "You okay?"

She got up and rubbed her wide lips. "Yeah, I guess. Did something get on my face?" She glanced around and soon spotted a metal bumper. It protected the merchandise on the shelves from falling off if ran into. Because it was curved, it reflected them as much wider and squatter than they were.

"No, you're clean."

"Oh good." She frowned at the bumper. "I don't like that thing. It makes me look ugly."

Not wanting to get her lost on that subject, Magby asked, "So what were you calling me for?"

"Oh, right! Elekid found something cool. Come on." She turned and hurried back down the aisle.

"Hang on; I can't run as fast." He followed after her.

At the other end of the shop, they found Elekid standing inside a cardboard box. He was a bright orange feline with black stripes; the box was taller than his plug-in horns. It was standing on its side, the open end facing them. A few small items were left inside. He waved one of his clawed hands at them. "Hey there, Magby. Look what I discovered."

"That's a nice sturdy box," he replied. "What're you using it for?"

"It's my own personal television. I'm going to be a celebrity."

He perked his head up. "Really? That's awesome. So, what kind of show are you on?"

Elekid waved his arms out. "What else? A cop show. Wanna watch?"

"Sure." He and Smoochum sat in front of the box to watch.

Their peer brought his hands out, as if imaging the scene. "So the cop's sitting at his favorite coffee shop..."

"Eating a donut?" Smoochum asked.

"No! Everybody makes TV cops eat donuts, so my show won't."

"What's he eating then?" Magby added.

Pausing in his story-telling, Elekid thought. "Mmm... a danish. Again... the cop's sitting at his favorite coffee shop, eating a danish, when all of a sudden, PA-ZOWIE!"

Right as he said PA-ZOWIE, he touched a metal nail that was in the box with him. Bright sparks of electricity flared up, sending a bright flash around the cardboard box. The two other young Pokemon stared for a moment, then clapped at the special effect.

He continued with a grin. "A big bad, uh, bad guy appears!"

"Is he an alien?" Magby called out.

"Um, possibly. Okay, so the big bad possibly alien bad guy appears with a super electro-gun! But the cop is not afraid! He gets up and starts chasing down the bad guy." At this, he began swinging his two arms around. "And they go run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run."

"Oh my!" Smoochum squealed, grabbing Magby's clawed hand. "This is so exciting!"

Elekid began spinning his arms faster. "And then the bad guy steals a car! But not to worry. The cop brings out his radio and calls out his car! And then comes the great big car chase! Everybody is rushing around the city, going zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom." He started spinning in place to emphasize this.

"And they crash into a fruit stand!" Magby called out, jumping up and accidentally knocking Smoochum over.

"Yeah! And fruit goes flying everywhere, getting all smashed up and making everyone in the vicinity sticky. But even that doesn't stop the bad guy or the cop! They keep on with the chase. Chase, chase, chase, chase, chase." He started running laps around the box, swinging his arms around.

Getting onto her feet, Smoochum put her hands together. "Um, how long does the car chase scene go on?"

"Well I can't fire the super electro-gun until I've got a big enough charge, so... whoops!" He had stumbled over the nail he'd hit before.

"Oh no!" Magby cried out. "The cop got in a nasty wreck!"

Elekid got up. "But he did so intentionally, so he can stop the big bad alien bad guy." He swung his arms around again. "But then the bad guy bursts out of the rubble! He begins charging his super electro-gun, this time to way-too-awesome power!"

Excitedly, the Fire type hopped into the cardboard TV. "Not so quick, for now comes in the alien bounty hunter cowboy!"

"Alien bounty hunter cowboy?" his co-star asked.

"He's a cowboy that hunts down alien criminals."

"Oh. Well awesome! But he's still charging." Elekid spun his arms as fast as he could, to increase his charge.

Magby pointed his index finger out. "Well the cowboy has anti-alien guns! POW!"

"Erk!" He flopped over, letting his tongue hang out. "And the big bad alien bad guy is down for the count!"

Smoochum squealed. "Eek! The car wreck has gone up in flames!"

Looking down, they saw that the embers dripping from Magby's beak were beginning to smolder on the cardboard. He put his hands over his face. "Oops. Sorry!" He got out of the box.

"But the cop's still in trouble," the Ice-type said, clambering into the cardboard TV. "And then his magical girlfriend shows up to save the day once and for all!"

"I have a magical girlfriend?" Elekid asked, propping himself up on his elbows.

"Yes!" She took in a deep breath, then blew snowy crystals over the embers. They went out in an instant. "And the cop is saved."

"Geez, thanks magical girlfriend." He got back onto his feet.

She giggled. "Now you've got to kiss me in gratitude."

Elekid's eyes went wide. "What? No! It's in my contract that I don't do any kissing scenes."

"Are you sure? See, there's a clause at the end of it, that you don't have to do any kissing scenes unless a cute starlet comes onto the show. Well I'm a cute starlet, so you've got to kiss me." She puckered her lips.

He scratched his head. "But I, um... oh drat. Stupid fine print clauses."

Magby gave him a salute. "My friend, you fought bravely. We shall remember your courage to our dying days."

"Thanks man."

She stomped her foot. "Aw come on!"

"Well, um, all right. I suppose every great actor has to do this once." He hopped over and gave her a reluctant kiss on the lips.

There was a jolt of electricity as the charge Elekid had built up jumped over to Smoochum. She fell back with a shriek. The two young males came over in concern. "Smoochum?"

"Oh my gosh, I'm sorry." Elekid bit his tongue. "I didn't think about that."

Despite having her hair suddenly frizzed out, she laughed. "Wow, cops are really great kissers."

The shopkeeper came by and knelt down. "Everything okay over here? You kids need to be careful."

"It was a shocking first kiss," Smoochum said.

"I think I'd better check on you." He picked her up and carried her out to the check-up room.

"That was an odd twist ending," Elekid said.

Magby clapped his hands. "But the cop who doesn't eat donuts show was great! We ought to make another episode."

"Yeah! Except, maybe without the magical girlfriend."

Moral of the story: Don't kiss an Electric Pokemon unless you're well grounded.

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Magby Leaf Green entry: Each and every time it inhales and exhales, hot embers dribble out of its mouth and nostrils.

R/S entry: Smoochum actively runs about, but also falls quite often. Whenever the chance arrives, it will look for its reflection to make sure its face hasn't become dirty.

Emerald entry: If it touches metal and discharges the electricity it has stored in its body, an Elekid begins swinging its arms in circles to recharge itself.

Partly inspired by the Muppet Babies show (love that one!). I like how little kids tell stories, although translating them to a written work usually entails tempering Mary-Sues, like the alien bounty hunter cowboy here.