Charles nearly fell over with how hard the door connected with his face. He didn’t even have the chance to let out a yell; just a moan of regret escaped his lips as his hands covered his nose as he winced. Immediately, he checked to make sure that nothing was bleeding and that his glasses were still intact. By some greater mercy he and his glasses were fine.

“Oh! Charles! There you are!” A familiar voice piped. Charles looked up with a scowl on his face, had the receiver of this scowl hadn’t been so dumb he would have been sure that the scowl would have been fatal. “I was wondering what was taking so long! You always take forever with everything!”

With a sigh, Charles stood and brushed himself off, fixing his hair so it was no longer in his face.

“Good morning to you as well Clint.”

Clint just grinned back at him, “So! Are you up for some adventuring today, ‘cause I sure know I am!”

Holding back the desire to throttle Clint, Charles thought that any lack of oxygen would cause more brain damage than necessary which may result in his friend being even more obnoxious. But before Charles could open his mouth to say a word Clint was dashing down the road shouting something about the lake. With a sigh, Charles ran after him to make sure he didn’t get tricked into going to the store for elbow grease or something stupid like that.

The both of them ran to the lake where they came across two people standing by the bank of the lake where the long grass grew. Clint was going on too loudly about the fact that they were there for Charles to hear the two before they noticed they were being watched and walked silently past them, Clint still babbling like a moron. Charles glanced behind to see if he could place where he had seen the others before, but was distracted by his friend’s sudden jerking on his sleeve.

“Look! They left some kinda briefcase in the grass! I wonder what it has in it!”

Without a moment to argue, knowing exactly what thoughts were running through Clint’s mind, Charles was dragged, stumbling, into the tall grass.

“Clint! What are you thinking? Wild Pokemon live out here!”

“We’ll only be out here for a second! I just wanna see what’s in the briefcase! I’ll just grab it and we’ll be out of here!” Clint called back as they reached the case.

Then why did you bring me with? Charles asked himself. If Clint got beaten up it wasn’t a big loss anyway, but now he was in the middle of everything. As Clint reached for the case, Charles heard the sudden flapping of wings and cries of angered birds. He turned and looked in fear as three wild Starlys appeared and surrounded them. Turning away for a moment he gave Clint the deadliest stink eye he could conjuor up. Of course, Clint wasn’t paying close to enough attention to appreciate it.

“Look! The case is opened!” Clint exclaimed. Charles took a moment to realize that everything his friend said was done so in a shouting or very loud manner, perhaps his mother was mostly deaf. “Hey! There are Pokeballs inside! Let’s use them to fight these wild Pokemon off! Those people won’t even notice!”

Charles was about to argue that borrowing such Pokemon would be the same as stealing, when one of the Starlys gave out a loud shriek as it prepared to attack. He quickly grabbed the Pokeball closest to him, hoping it would be of help.