Pokèmon Orange

One day there was a boy named Orange. Guess what? He wanted to be a Pokèmon trainer. Guess what? He wanted to be a Pokèmon Master. Guess what? He wanted to be the best. Guess what? He was eleven. Guess what? He was tall and had red hair. Guess what? I don't feel like describing him anymore. Guess what? He lived in Loony Bird Town. Guess what? It was a nice town. Guess what? I'll bet you don't care. Guess what? I don't care if you don't care. Guess what? I think I'll shut up and get on with the story now.

"Hmm..." says Orange. "I'll be the best!"

That, of course, is a complete and total lie. He cannot be the best. He will not be the best. He was in his room.

"Orange, go to bed because you need to get some sleep soon because you need to get up early tomorrow because you need to go to Professor Woody's laboratory because you need to get your first Pokèmon because you need to go on your journey because that's just how the story goes!!" shouts Orange's mommy.

So Orange goes to sleep and has a funny dream. He had a dream he was a walkin' down the street and he saw a robot and the robot was chasing and chasing and he was running and running and it was just about to get him when he wakes up.

"WOAH!!" he says. "That was scary! Maybe it's a prophecy!!"

Or maybe not. We may never find out.

Then, Orange goes to the lab to see the Professor whose name was Prof. Woody. That's a funny name.

"Ah Orange, nice to see youcome in." says the Professor.

Orange doesn't

"Do it," says the Professor.

" Orange does.

"Come pick your Pokèmon." Says the Professor.

Orange doesn't.

"Why not?" says Woody.

"I'm nervous." Says Orange.

"Don't be." Woody says.

So he does. And he picks one.

"Who is in it?" Orange asks.

"Toastron. A fire Pokèmon. Send it our. Now."

"Toastron. Go." Orange says.

Toastron comes out. Toastron is a toaster with a face.

"What does this evolve into?" asks Orange.

"It is secret." Professor says. "Now go on an adventure."

So Orange did.

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To be continued...