Chapter 1
"Wake up Brock!" Mrs. Boulder yelled from the downstairs hall. "AHHHHHHHHHHH!" Brock screamed, startled. " Loser." His little sister Misty whispered, as she walked by. " Oh Man, Don't ever scare me like that Mom. " Brock said. " Oh Brock, your little poklemon professor is waiting! Don't you want to catch your weensy little woowoo poklemon?" Brock's mom said. "POKEMON! AND THEY AREN'T LITTLE WOOWOOS! THEY ARE THE BEST THINGS IN THE WHOLE WIDE WOR-" Brock yelled, but was soon interrupted. "Calm Down Brock! They are cute, but mommy doesn't know any better. " Misty said. " Suck Up." Brock whispered. Brock and Misty went to the lab to meet Oak. " Its about time Brock. Your Pokemon has been waiting." Oak told him. " What about mine?" Misty asked. "Your Poliwag is ready to go!" Oak said, as he handed Misty a pokeball with Poliwag in it. " And here is yours, Brock." Oak said, as he handed a Growlithe filled pokeball to Brock. " You said you wanted a great Pokemon. This Pokemon is so great it has never won a battle!" Oak said. " NEVER WON?!? How is it so great?" Brock asked. Oak answered, " Well for one thing it has no experience, so you'll start its whole career! Also, it is only a puppy, three weeks old to be exact." " Oh, how cute!" Misty said. Brock called out Growlithe. " It is kinda, really, really cute!" Brock said. Brock had an urge to go pet Growlithe. " It is the cutest! YAYYYY! I got a cool, cute, groooovvvyyy Pokemon!" Brock screamed. " Is Groovy still a word?" Misty asked. " In some media impaired cultures." Oak answered. " Well, let's go!" Bock shouted, while holding Growlithe. " No offense Brock, but poliwag is much better than your wheesly Growlithe." Misty said. " No way!" Brock replied. " Well, then let's battle." Misty said. Brock knew a water Pokemon would kill his Growlithe, so he needed an excuse. " I ummm, uh, I want to be a breeder!" Brock said. " A Breeder? Breeders are little chicken Pokemon trainers who are to afraid to battle!" Misty screamed. " Well if you're so great, then catch a Pokemon!" Brock said. " Watch and learn!" Misty sneered back. Misty took out her fishing pole. About an hour past when Brock finally said " DON'T YOU THINK THERE WOULD HAVE BEEN A POKEMON BY NOW?" " A Bite!" Misty yelled. She pulled the fish out, to reveal a Magikarp. " Oh Goodie, a cool Magikarp, hurrah. " Brock said sarcastically. " A Pokemon is a Pokemon." Misty said, as she called out Poliwag." Poliwag, water gun!" Misty said. "Poli?" Poliwag asked. " Misty, it doesn't know Water gun! The only move it has is scratch right now." Brock explained. " Then um, scratch." Misty said. Poliwag slowly walked up to Magikarp, and put it's tail on it. Magikarp fainted. " Do I really need a Magikarp that faints when a Poliwag barely pokes it? Oh well. Pokeball go!" Misty shouted. " I wonder if you'll catch it." Brock said sarcastically. Magikarp is caught. Misty does a horrible dance. " In your face, loser! I caught a Pokemon." Misty bragged. 7 days later: " Well who's bragging now Misty? I caught all 161 Pokemon! All you have is a Magikarp! Hahahahaahaa, Muahahahaha!" Brock said. Soon, Brock woke up from his dream. " Why is it always a dream?" Brock asked himself." Come on Brock, we still have an adventure ahead of us!" Misty yelped. " I'm coming." Brock said. The two ran off down the road, and their adventure is now only just beginning! TO BE C ONTINUED.