It’s the desert, and there’s a western town named Pokéwest. You, a bandit, were known by the townsfolk for your frequent visits that usually ended in disaster. Today, the plan was simple.. keep your title of a thief and steal from the people.

Along the outskirts of the town, a very convenient tumbleweed rolled by you, as a familiar face walked and stood not too far across from you. Dust blew between you two, just so happening to obscure their figure.

"Stop in yer tracks.. criminal..~"

The dust clears, and it’s that damn Lizzy, the Helioptile who always foiled your schemes. He leaned against a barrel, and looked up at you, winking as he grinned.

"Thought I taught yer a lesson last time, but you criminal scum never learn..~"