The houndour pack Brought their catch to the Great Doomer, head of the pack. The giant dog Pokemon smiled wickedly as he declared judgment on the prisoners.
"Give the Pikachu to the Queen, she will love him. As for those sweet little Bunnies..." he licked his large fangs and snickered, "bring the largest to me, and fatten the other two."
The mouse was taken sparking and screaming to a den, where he was snatched and cuddled by a very large and very black Liepard.
"What a fantastic wittle toy pikachu! OH you will make a FINE addition to the pack, as our puppy PLUSHY!"
Meanwhile, Doomer was fondling Misty, the shiny eevee and the oldest by five seconds of the triplet egglets. The tail of the Houndoom wrapped around the victim's neck, twisting down the stomach to pin the front legs at her sides. He then dangled the eevee in front of his snout and began to lick her all over, giggling evilly.
"My little bunny honey, you will tell me where to find your tribe. If you refuse, then my tail shall squeeze...and squeeze...until your bunny head pops right off!"
Doomer and the pack moved silently, creeping to surround the small village of Eevee and cover any escape. The hour was theirs. The time for victory was at hand. With a deep howl, the raid began.
It was really no contest at all. Within five minutes, all Eevee were bagged, caged, and on their way to a fate worse than death.
The night of the Houndour Pack was over. The real triumph was at hand...