Pokemon - Monday, January 28, 2002, 7:03 PM -------------------------------------------

A fun puppet involving a "secret agent" Growlithe.

Growlithe> Commerce Road - Route 7: Caravan Pass
Growlithe> The Caravan Pass of Commerce Road was named long ago by the people of Celadon to describe the convoys of wagons that used to ferry goods between it and Saffron. Once upon a time, rustic covered wagons and grubby economic prospectors would set up shop, and try to make a fast buck. The resulting was the growth of the sprawling cities between them. Now Caravan Pass is filled with modern day trucks and other modern economic conveyances, often carrying valuable high tech equipment or even just produce back and forth between the two largest cities in the area. A walking path by the roadside allows for easy transportation, and along the road are short shrubs and bushes, where pokemon sometimes hide.

Growlithe> Obvious exits:
Growlithe> Northeast <NE> leads to Commerce Road - Route 7: Trader Way.
Growlithe> Southwest <SW> leads to Celadon City: Eastern Entrance.

Growlithe> Darkness comes early as thick clouds block the fading light of grey day. Freezing rain and sleet fall, coating everything with ice and making the ground slippery. Raw winds blow from the northeast.

Growlithe> Jonah arrives from Commerce Road - Route 7: Trader Way.
Growlithe> Jonah has arrived.

Growlithe> In the deepening twilight, the freezing rain makes the footing treacherous.

Growlithe> "Abbbbbraaaaaa" <Fiiiiirrrrreeeee!> That could only mean the sound of Hatty the Abra along with Surely the Growlithe and their trainer Jonah coming down the path they have come down many times. "Growlithe Growlithe!" <You know Jonah, if we keep coming here we're going to eventually run into another Mankey.> Jonah shoots Surely a glare. "Don't mention that name when there could be some in the area!" He looks around with a sense of paranoia. "Abbbbbbraaaaaaa!" <Fiiiiiiireeee!> The Abra shouts, disregarding the conversation Jonah and Surely were having.

Growlithe> It's a cold and disgusting rainy day, and any pokemon that's any pokemon is off hiding and protecting himself or herself from the cold dripping from the clouds in the skies. Indeed, there's not a pokemon in sight. Key words: in sight. A large patch of bushes houses a female Growlithe, tail wagging fiercely, slightly pounced, peerily quite eerily at Jonah through the bushes. She's practically invisible. It's unlikely that any of the three would be able to notice her. But what's she doing in the bushes? Shouldn't she be off... you know, staying warm and dry? Raindrops pitter patter onto her head, but she doesn't seem to notice.

Growlithe> "Abra Abra!" <This ain't no day for a joy walk through the park, punk!> The Abra remarks, wearing his biker hat. Surely shakes off the rain that has been collecting on her fur. Wincing a bit as the water bounces on her fur she gives Jonah a look of discomfort. Jonah nods in understanding and says, "Alright, come hop into your pokeball!" Jonah recalls Surely, and Surely thankfully gives a slight "Growlithe!" She would rather be away from any chance of a Mankey "ambush". "Abrraaa! Abraa?" <Hey punk! How 'bout letting me in the pokeball?> Jonah laughs. "Well, we need to toughen you up a bit. And besides you're not a fire type pokemon!" The Abra gets quite annoyed at this comment and kicks a pile of leaves. The water sprays the little Abra in the face.

Growlithe> The Growlithe tenses a little as Jonah approaches, her tail wagging even more excitedly. <Three...> she whispers very, very, very quietly, a slight doggy grin forming on her face. <Two... One... Now!> The puppy pokemon suddenly kicks up and out of the bush, sending water, branches, and leaves flying all over the place. <Get down!> she howls quickly (though not threateningly) as she launches herself at Jonah. Her intention is to knock the boy to the ground and pin him down, supposing her aim is true and Jonah doesn't jump away. If she succeeds, however, she will not Bite him, she will not Flamethrower him, nor will she hurt him in any way besides the pain he might feel from getting knocked over. It's almost as if she's trying to protect the boy from something.

Growlithe> *Wooooosh* A blur of light races out of the bushes and gets a direct hit on Jonah. Crashing to the ground, Jonah gets his clothes soaking. "Nooooo! Hatty, get this Mankey off of me!" Jonah cries. Seeing the Growlithe on top of Jonah, Hatty looks confused. "Abbbra!" <You need some seriouse talking to boy. Get that head checked out or somethin'> Jonah looks down and sees that it is no Mankey. It is a Growlithe. "What's the big idea, leaping on me?" Jonah asks. Having two Growlithes of his own he understands the Growlithe language.

Growlithe> The Growlithe snaps in Jonah's face, barking a quick, <Quiet!> She pauses for a moment longer, her head poised, her eyes glaring to the northeast. With a satisfied nod, she turns to Jonah, woofing softly. <Is that any way to treat the puppy who just saved your life?> she growls, indignantly lifting her head and shaking it and sending water flying. <I just saved you from taking a bullet, young man.> She keeps Jonah pinned down, glancing around quickly as she finishes speaking.

Growlithe> The now cowboy hat wearing Abra advances on the duo, sprawled out on the ground. "Abra! Abrrraaa!" <What's going on here in these parts?> Jonah glares at his Abra. Looking quite alarmed with the mention of a bullet, Jonah speaks to the Growlithe. "Bullet? I didn't see any bullet. I think I would have noticed if there was a gunshot nearby." *Pow* *Bang* Are those the sounds of a bullet? No, of course not! That's just Hatty holding his hands in the shapes of guns and pointing them at a nearby tree making the sound effects. <Ha! I told you I was the fastest gun in the west! Look at ye now!>

Growlithe> The Growlithe's head turns so quickly, it's a surprise there's no whiplash. "Grrrrowlithe!!" she barks loudly, fiercely, following it with a low growl. <Quiet! Do you want to alert "them" over here, you little pipsqueak?> Not waiting for a reply, the female dog finally gets off of Jonah... and bends down to grab his shirt with her teeth. The area she snatches at is right around the boy's shoulder. <Come on,> she growls out of the side of her mouth. <I think you're injured. I need to get you out of here and disassemble that bomb.> The puppy didn't even check to see if Jonah was injured, nor is there a bomb anywhere in plain sight. Whether Jonah likes it or not, the dog started to drab the poor kid through the mud. Vocal cries won't help. If Jonah wishes to get himself freed, he'll need to try and pull against the Growlithe... which may not be an easy task if he's being dragged. The slippery mud doesn't help.

Growlithe> As night falls, the icy rain is whipped about by the wind.

Growlithe> And resist he doesn't. Seeing that this pup meant him no harm he let her drag him to wherever the destination may be. The Abra however has other ideas. "Abbbbbbraaa!" <Where you going with my partner, partner? You think your so tough? Then I challenge you to a showdown! Me and you! You and me! Just the two of us! My body and your body! My skills versus.....> He goes on and on and on.

Growlithe> After the Growlithe has dragged Jonah about ten yards (or thirty feet, not too far), she removes her teeth from his clothing, makes a nimble leap over the boy, and rushes over to the bushes she hid in. All the while, she says nothing to the Psychic type. Now facing away from Jonah and the Abra, she sticks her muzzle and front paws into the bush, fiddling around with something in there. It's probably not a bomb. All the while, her tail wags gently.

Growlithe> Having been leapt upon, splashed in mud, dragged through mud, and being soaked to the bone in rain Jonah has had enough. Taking the oppurtonity while the Growlithe's back is facing him he calls out Slot the Bulbasaur. "Slot, quickly use your Sleep Powder! Put this insane Growlithe to sleep before she does something crazy!" The rain mingles with the Sleep Powder as it is emitted from the bulb on Slot's back.

Growlithe> Aha! <Got it!> The Growlithe turns around, her face displaying a triumphant grin, her eyes closed. <I got it! I dismantled the bomb, with only one second to spare!> Of course. <I...> She stops. Her eyes blink open. Startled, she jumps back, though her motions are slow and clumsy. <Y... you...> Her eyes begin to close slowly, though she struggles to stay away. <You... tricked... me... You're... working for... them....> She collapses to the ground, her furry chin slamming into the mud as her tail falls limp to the ground. Little snoring noises pursue.

Growlithe> Jonah pats Slot and recalls him. "Good job Slot! You proved yourself!" He says. Hatty now wearing his bikers hat looks toward Jonah, who is about to throw a pokeball at the Growlithe. He then turns toward the Growlithe and speaks to her (even though she is sleeping>. "Abbbra! Abbra!" <You gotta ask yourself one question. Do you feel lucky? Do ya? Punk?> The pokeball soars through the rain towards the Growlithe.

Growlithe> Jonah throws a pokeball...
Growlithe> ...and it works.

Growlithe> The Pokeball flies through the falling water, its target a completely motionless puppy. Only soft murmurs of, <Aha! Take that, Mr. Smingsmong!> show that the Growlithe is fine. Jonah's aim is true, and the Pokeball sucks in the Growlithe with ease. It falls into the mud on the ground without a shake. Jonah now has a new pokemon. Growlithe. Cute Growlithe.

Growlithe has been captured by Jonah. 'This Growlithe fancies herself a secret agent. She has an overactive imagination, and is always on the lookout for "them." She's also an expert at dismantling "bombs" and dodging "bullets."' set as its staff note.