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As Dogwood left Professor Oak's laboratory, he saw two old men fishing. They were reeling in fish after fish, which seemed oddly peculiar. He walked over to see what was going on. Peering into the water, he saw a ludicrous amount of Pokemon swimming about.

One old man leaned over and spoke to Dogwood, "You got here at a great time. These water types are swarming like crazy right now."
"Get 'em while the gettin's good," the other shouted.

Without so much as thinking it through, Dogwood chucked a Pokeball straight into the swarm. To his dismay, the Pokeball hit the water and sank. The two old men laughed, and one explained that you had to fish a Pokemon out before you could use the Pokeball. Dogwood grabbed a spare rod and cast his line out. Within moments, he had a bite. He reeled it in to see what it was.
It was a gray, ugly looking fish Pokemon. He took out his Pokedex, and it began speaking in a monotone voice, "Feebas; the Fish Pokemon. Feebas are hardy Pokemon that can survive with very little water. However, they are slow and dim-witted, making them easy to catch." Dogwood released it without hesitation. Why on earth would anyone want such a useless Pokemon?
Once again, Dogwood cast his line out, and once again, caught a Pokemon almost immediately. This time he caught a blue little Pokemon, with a wide, green rim on it's head that looked like a lily pad. The Pokedex spoke again, "Lotad; the Water Weed Pokemon. Lotad thrives in clean water and the large leaf on it's head serves as a ferry for Pokemon that can't swim." Admirable, for a Pokemon. Dogwood held the Pokeball out, and a flash of light surrounded the Lotad. It shook in his hand. Then shook again, and again, before subsiding. The Pokedex spoke, "Congratulations. Would you like to give a nickname to your Lotad?" Dogwood thought about it for a moment, then snapped his fingers together, "I've got the perfect name; Charon."

Jetta didn't see what harm a pokémon battle could do. It might even be a good way to get to know her new chimchar.
She nodded to Reginald, "Okay. We'll take you on."
"I'll referee again~" Petra offered, waving two different coloured handkerchiefs around.
"And I'll see you pathetic losers later," Solomon grumped. He stomped off, without even going back into the lab to get his pokémon healed.
Jetta thought he might be like that; too proud to graciously admit defeat. He probably thought Reginald had cheated or something.
"Who gets the first move?" Reginald enquired.
Jetta shrugged. She didn't think it was done that way. At least, it wasn't in Hoenn. Maybe things were different in Kanto. "Whoever's fastest?"
"Sounds fair," Reginald nodded.
Jetta took her new pokémon's ball out of her bag and tossed it up into the air, not very high, but high enough for it to pop open and for the chimchar to appear on the floor before Jetta caught it again.
"Char?" the pokémon questioned, looking around at its new surroundings.
Jetta crouched down to it and said "Hello. My name's Jetta. I'm your new trainer."
The pokémon looked at her and frowned a little. "Chim~cha~cha~cha!"
"We've been challenged to a battle. What do you think?" Jetta asked.
"Chimchar," the pokémon nodded sternly. It turned about and saw the bulbasaur stood at the feet of a tall, bespectacled young man.
"Ready?" Jetta asked, standing again.
Reginald nodded, then flung his right hand forward, shouting "Bulbasaur, use tackle!"
Jetta responded instantly; "Leer, chimchar!"
The grass pokémon smashed into the fire one, then stood tall in front of it, trying to seem impressive. Jetta's chimchar didn't seem the sort to take any notice of that; its eyes glazed over and its brow furrowed while it stared at its opponent.
"That's quite a leer," Reginald said, seeing his bulbasaur inch backwards, unnerved by the leer. "But we've already got some experience under our belts! Bulbasaur, vine whip!"
Jetta caught a gasp, surprised that the bulbasaur had learned a grass move already. If she'd known that, she'd have been even more anxious about accepting the challenge. Now her little chimchar had no chance of winning. "Chimchar, use scratch!" Jetta ordered.
Once again her pokémon was quickest off the line. It leaped at the bulbasaur, which didn't seem to have mastered vine whip quite yet, and it scratched it across the face. A second two vines came from in Bulbasaur's bulb and it sort of pushed the chimchar in the face.
"Chaaaaar!" the fire type cried. It jumped back and wiped its arm across its nose. Then it closed its eyes. It made its hands into fists, and it stood there, seemingly in some sort of self-induced trance.

"How about... Coal?" Jetta pondered.
"Char! Chimchar char chimchar," the pokémon responded, as positively as Jetta could hope, given her record of naming pokémon.
"Yay. I'll just type it in here," Jetta said, showing the chimchar the pokédex as she tapped in the name. "C. O. A. L. Coal. There. That's your name now. Coal."
"Char," Coal repeated after Jetta--or tried to, at least.
"Do you want to meet Gooper? She's my first pokémon," Jetta said.
"Wait a second," Petra squeaked, from right behind Jetta.
Jetta stood up and turned to her. "What is it?"
"You can't already have a pokémon. You're supposed to get starters from Professor Oak. It's to help new trainers star their journeys. You can't get one if you already have a pokémon. That's just not fair!" Petra complained.
"Alas, no," Reginald interrupted.
"Huh?" Jetta looked to him, trying to keep up with what was being said.
"Anyone starting a journey in a new region is free to receive a pokémon from a pokémon professor. At the professor's discretion."
"I didn't-- I didn't want to do it if I couldn't. I asked first - I e-mailed a week ago, and Professor Oak said it was fine. I only caught Gooper in the first place because we've been friends for such a long time. I haven't battled any other trainers before though. That was my first one, so I think--"
"Calm down! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to accuse you of anything. I shouldn't have assumed so much. I mean, presumed," Petra apologised.
Jetta composed herself and gave a little smile to the girl, who looked a little younger than Jetta. She was probably just jealous. Jetta turned her focus back to her pokémon. "Sorry Coal. Did you want to meet Gooper? So far she's your only team mate."
"Chimchar," Coal nodded. His mood had changed a little since the interruption from Petra. It seemed like maybe he was a little annoyed that Jetta had just turned away from him, mid utterance. Jetta told herself she'd have to make it up to him later. For now though,
"Come on out, Gooper."
There was a flash of light, which Coal kept his eyes on as it formed into the shape of a wooper.
"Uhpaa~"
Gooper appeared in front of Coal, staring him blankly in the face.
"Uhpaa~"
Coal frowned a little, perhaps confused, then he looked up at Jetta.
"Chimchar?" he asked, scratching his head. Somehow Jetta didn't think he was convinced Gooper was all there. Maybe... maybe he had a point.

"He was getting my pokédex back. You didn't have to snatch it off me. You should've just asked," Jetta argued.
"All right, I apologise. But he didn't have to scratch me," Reginald grumbled.
"Okay. I apologise too," Jetta said. She knelt down and accepted her pokédex from her pokémon. "Thank you Coal, but you shouldn't attack people like that. You should only attack pokémon, and even then, only when I ask you to. Okay? You could get into trouble if you hurt anyone."
"'If'?"
"Leave off, Reg. He didn't even mark your tee-shirt," Jetta snapped back. "So, I think it's time you two went back into your pokéballs. We've got a journey to start!"
"Char," Coal nodded, while Gooper hopped around, mouth agape.
Jetta smiled, then returned the two, before standing and looking at the two trainers behind her.
"Which way are you heading?" Petra asked. "I hadn't thought, I don't know what to do now that I've got my squirtley-poo."
"To face Brock," Reginald answered, for both himself and Jetta. "Every new trainer leaving Pallet Town heads north, through Viridian City and the forest. The next town north of there is Pewter City. Brock's city."
"Who is this 'Brock'?" Jetta asked. Professor Oak had mentioned him too. Well, she assumed he was a 'him', anyway.
"Brock is the leader of the Pewter City gym. A specialist in rock-type pokémon--the best there is for miles around. Aside him, you'd have to travel to Roxanne in Rustboro City in Hoenn, or to Roark in Oreburgh City in Sinnoh. I've heard he has an aerodactyl--and a regirock to boot. I'm going to ask him to use both against bulbasaur and I, so I can register them in my pokédex," Reginald said.
"What about the gym in Viridian?" Petra asked. "I know there's one there--I saw it for sure."
"I think I saw one too," Jetta concurred.
"Hmph. That's Gary Oak's gym. He's never around. I've heard you have to book an appointment several months in advance. Another rumour is that once a trainer has seven badges Gary will take them seriously, and he'll drop whatever he's doing to accept their challenge," Reginald explained.
"But I thought gym leaders had to accept challenges?" Jetta said. She'd never heard of a gym leader turning away a challenger before. It seemed very unusual.
"Try telling that to Gary Oak," Reginald scoffed.
With everyone's pokémon healed and returned, they agreed to set off for Pewter together, and assist each other in capturing more pokémon to help them in the battles ahead of them. At first Jetta didn't think she'd enjoy travelling with Petra and Reginald at all, but as they went, she decided that it would only turn out bad if she made. So, with her friendly attitude pinned tightly on, she headed back for route one, and all that grass.

Glint made his way through the town gates, already slowing to a stop. "So this is Pallet Town. Not much to it. Looks like I'm heading to..."
Having learned from Gran and Grampa that the parcel was meant for someone in Pallet Town, Glint had decided just to head there and focus on his exact destination once he'd arrived. So, now that he was there, he checked the address once more. "... to The Pokémon Laboratory. Oh hey, this must be for Professor Oak. I wonder why Kiki couldn't deliver it? She's usually there and back in no time with Professor Oak's parcels."
Gruff was a little concerned too, and not just because of the oddity of Kiki failing to deliver a parcel to the Pokémon Professor. There was a strange smell in the air too, which he knew meant there was trouble ahead.
Glint smiled at Kai and started to speed up again. "Well I guess we can go straight to the Lab!"

As they approached the Laboratory Glint began to look around, to see if there was anything in evidence to explain why Kiki couldn't get the package to Professor Oak. She could usually fly down to the front door and ring the bell, but clearly she hadn't been able to for some reason. Perhaps it was as simple as the doorbell being out of service, or nobody coming to answer. Glint would've been surprised at either of those eventualities, though. Kiki was more determined than to give up over such a small stumbling block. She'd have got someone's attention, somehow.
"What do you think, Gruff? Everything looks normal to me. Quite peaceful, really," Glint said, approaching the building, to being walking around to the front entrance.
"Grawr." It was a very blunt noise that Gruff let out. It didn't sound like he agreed about everything being normal and peaceful.
Glint stopped walking. For a second he felt a bit of a chill, and expected something startling to happen. Maybe a pokémon to jump out and roar at him. But nothing happened. Except, a bit of a breeze picked up. Glint dismissed it and took another step forward. That's when a pidgey swept down and flapped its wings extremely rapidly and extraordinarily powerfully. The gust knocked everyone of their feet. It swept up sand from the path and created a whirlwind. Glint crawled to Gruff and tried to shield him from the attack. It was ferocious--and all from a little pidgey. Glint couldn't believe it.
"Stay down, Kai! I'll try to scare it off!" Glint shouted over the roar of the wind. "Gruff, when I get out of the way use flamethrower on the pidgey."
Gruff nodded that he understood. The second Glint rolled off him he opened his mouth to let out a ferocious stream of fire. Only, he couldn't. The second Glint rolled off him the hurricane wind picked him up and sent him flying into the wall of the Lab.
"Gruff!" Glint shouted. He scampered forwards, fighting against the wind that pulled at his clothes, and he dived on top of Gruff again to protect him.
A second later the wind stopped - in a second it was cut off, as though a door had been slammed shut on it. Glint pushed himself up a little and looked around. Everything was serene again. Just as it had been.
"I guess... I guess it left?"
"Why hello there!"
Glint scooped Gruff up into his arms and stood. "Professor Oak? There was a pidgey--"
The professor was stood a little way from the group, looking far less windswept than Glint and Kai must have appeared to him. "I know the one. The Legendary Pidgey, I've been calling it. It's gone now. I developed a sonic emitter that scares it off."
Glint shook his head a little, confused. "The Legendary Pidgey?"
Professor Oak shrugged his shoulders, very blasé about the idea. "Yes, yes. I know what you're thinking. Come inside and I'll see your growlithe is okay. We can talk more over a cool drink."

Glint stepped back out into the fresh air and unconsciously looked around for any sign of the Legendary Pidgey. It'd been quite a scare when that thing attacked. It must have been the reason that Kiki couldn't get to the lab to deliver the parcel. Professor Oak didn't seem too upset about not getting it on time anyway, so it wasn't so bad.
"Back up to Viridian, then?" Glint asked, feeling a little strange without a box tied to his hip any more. He still had his Cleffa egg tucked under his shirt, which neither Kai nor Professor Oak had commented on. They may have thought he had a growth or was just fat and been embarrassed to bring it up. He figured now would be a good time to expel those thoughts, if they had crossed Kai's mind.
Supporting the egg from beneath, he brought it out from under his shirt. A little polishing with his wristband and a tap here and there, and he was happy that the cleffa inside was doing okay. He glanced to Kai and explained. "Cleffa egg."
Then he tucked it safely back up his shirt, where he could keep it safe and warm. "Shall we head off?"