Carl sat on the stairs of the lab, feeding his Pokemon pokepuffs. As they are, many crumbs fell on to Piplup's chest. Carl sighed.

[b]Piplup, I gave you a bath before we left.[/b] Piplup had a history of being messy. Cake, pie, gallets. One time he tried to be clean, by filling up the sink for a bath. He got in, but left the water on, causing the sink to overflow. Piplup was messy, but he was also a great friend. And that's what Carl cared about.

Carl heard footsteps coming up behind him. He turned around to see a boy, a little older than him, dressed in interesting clothing. He had seen many like him before. He didn't know who the were. He thought that they were some type of cult. He didn't want to stare so he turned back around to his Pokemon.

Then the boy spoke to him. The boy held out his Pokedex, asking if he could help him with it.

[b]Sure! The way the Pokedex works, is you hold it up to a Pokemon, and it gives you information on them. Like this.[/b] he held it up to an oncoming trainer with a Squirtle. [i]Squirtle, the Tiny Turtle Pokémon. During battle, Squirtle hides in its shell that sprays water at its opponent whenever it can.[/i]

[b]No problem. My name is Carl, Carl Rathean.[/b] he stuck out his hand for a shake.

Carl was randomly handed a Squirtle, who was then captured in a pokeball. The Squirtle disappeared from his hands, in an astonishing red light.

[b]"Um... Your welcome[/b] He said to the trainer that handed him the Squirtle.