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Two thieves dressed in black approached the Pewter City Museum. They marveled at the marble entryway, it’s giant doors, but quickly got to work. One thief, the skinny one, took out a laser, while the other, a fat one, took out some sort of radar.
The skinny thief approached the door with his laser. Instead of opening the door, with the laser, he drilled a hole in the door.
“Shouldn’t we knock first? I mean, it is common courtesy,” the fat thief asked.
“No you idiot!” the skinny thief answered. Both thieves entered the museum through the hole. Inside, marvelous exhibits greeted them, as they walked past the magnificent pillars of the museum.
“Now, we need to find the jewel.”
The fat thief took out his device. The radar spun wildly. “To the left,” he said.
The thieves reached the jewel. It was ruby red, and glinted like a diamond. The skinny thief rubbed his hands together. “It’s all ours now!”
“Stop!”
The skinny thief turned around. “Who’s there?” he shouted. Out of the shadows walked a boy. He was dressed very smartly in a uniform.
“I’m Gregory, a Pokemon Patrolman. I order you to come with me. You’re under arrest.”
“I don’t think so,” the fat thief said.
“We aren’t going anywhere without a fight,” the skinny thief said.
“Fine, it’s your funeral.”
“What makes you so sure you’re going to win?”
“Because I’m the hero!”
Patrolman Greg vs. Thieves Hank and Harold
“Let’s make this quick. Growlithe and Houndour, come out!” Gregory threw two Pokeballs. Growlithe and Houndour, two flame canines, appeared.
“Go Gloom!” Hank the fat thief sent out a Gloom.
“It’s time to shine, Pikachu!” The skinny thief Harold sent out his Pikachu.
“Growlithe and Houndour, use ember on Gloom!”
Both fire dogs charged at Gloom and used their fiery breaths on it. Gloom, a grass type, was no match.
“Arghh! Harold, win this for me!”
“I will! Pikachu, volt tackle!”
Pikachu charged at Growlithe, electrocuting itself and finally hitting its target. The blast knocked out Growlithe but left Pikachu defenseless.
“Houndour, finish this! Flamethrower!”
Houndour used its breath on Pikachu until it finally fainted.
Harold looked in despair at his Pikachu. “There goes our career,” he said.
“Now you two are comi…” Greg was interrupted by his cell phone.
“Greg, this is Patrol Chief Mark. As you are in the Mt. Moon vicinity, we need you to report there immediately.”
“Don’t worry sir, I will.” Greg hung up and ran out of the museum, leaving the two thieves clueless.
Two thieves dressed in black approached the Pewter City Museum. They marveled at the marble entryway, it’s giant doors, but quickly got to work. One thief, the skinny one, took out a laser, while the other, a fat one, took out some sort of radar.
The skinny thief approached the door with his laser. Instead of opening the door, with the laser, he drilled a hole in the door.
“Shouldn’t we knock first? I mean, it is common courtesy,” the fat thief asked.
“No you idiot!” the skinny thief answered. Both thieves entered the museum through the hole. Inside, marvelous exhibits greeted them, as they walked past the magnificent pillars of the museum.
“Now, we need to find the jewel.”
The fat thief took out his device. The radar spun wildly. “To the left,” he said.
The thieves reached the jewel. It was ruby red, and glinted like a diamond. The skinny thief rubbed his hands together. “It’s all ours now!”
“Stop!”
The skinny thief turned around. “Who’s there?” he shouted. Out of the shadows walked a boy. He was dressed very smartly in a uniform.
“I’m Gregory, a Pokemon Patrolman. I order you to come with me. You’re under arrest.”
“I don’t think so,” the fat thief said.
“We aren’t going anywhere without a fight,” the skinny thief said.
“Fine, it’s your funeral.”
“What makes you so sure you’re going to win?”
“Because I’m the hero!”
Patrolman Greg vs. Thieves Hank and Harold
“Let’s make this quick. Growlithe and Houndour, come out!” Gregory threw two Pokeballs. Growlithe and Houndour, two flame canines, appeared.
“Go Gloom!” Hank the fat thief sent out a Gloom.
“It’s time to shine, Pikachu!” The skinny thief Harold sent out his Pikachu.
“Growlithe and Houndour, use ember on Gloom!”
Both fire dogs charged at Gloom and used their fiery breaths on it. Gloom, a grass type, was no match.
“Arghh! Harold, win this for me!”
“I will! Pikachu, volt tackle!”
Pikachu charged at Growlithe, electrocuting itself and finally hitting its target. The blast knocked out Growlithe but left Pikachu defenseless.
“Houndour, finish this! Flamethrower!”
Houndour used its breath on Pikachu until it finally fainted.
Harold looked in despair at his Pikachu. “There goes our career,” he said.
“Now you two are comi…” Greg was interrupted by his cell phone.
“Greg, this is Patrol Chief Mark. As you are in the Mt. Moon vicinity, we need you to report there immediately.”
“Don’t worry sir, I will.” Greg hung up and ran out of the museum, leaving the two thieves clueless.
