Ash, Misty, and Brock were walking through the woods,

Ash: "I wonder what kinda pokémon we're gonna find out here!" He looked around excitedly.

Misty: "Whatever it is, I hope it's not a scary beast." She crossed her arms, wary and skeptical.

Brock: "Maybe instead of pokémon we'll find some pretty girls." Brock said dreamily, his thoughts almost making himself salivate.

Ash's Pikachu and the trio of trainers froze and hushed themselves when the bushes began rustling. A drip of sweat appearing on all of their brows.

Misty: "What was that?!" She whispered harshly to the boys. Maybe it was a pokémon?