In the last episode Timmy trained all of his other pokemon and then went 
back to
the Pokemon Center and beat the crap out of three of Darick’s pokemon…

“Hey you!” One of the spectators said to Timmy in an angry tone of voice.
“Darick’s my sister’s boyfriend and she’ll be furious at you beating him! I
challenge you to a one on one match!” Darick pleaded with the young boy not 
to
fight, “Please Bobby, Let Timmy be. He’s won fair and square. I really don’t
mind. And I would appreciate it if you could try calming down.” However it 
didn’t
help. “No way. This guy has insulted my sisters honor and if you won’t 
defend it,
then I will!” “Go Raticate!” Bobby hurled a pokeball, which let out a huge 
rat-like
pokemon. “RRRaticate!” the raticate yelled. “Go Machop!” Timmy said.
“Machop, Flying Side Kick!” Timmy said. “Raticate, give it a… Hyper Fang!”
Bobby commanded. But it was too late. By the time he had given the order,
Machop’s Kick had landed right on top of Raticate’s head. “No! Raticate!” 
Bobby
said. However, Raticate couldn’t hear him due to the fact that it was KO’d.
“Return Raticate!” Bobby said as he stalked off angrily. “Man, what a loser. 
I
never insulted his sister.” Timmy said. “Well, by beating me you’re kinda 
giving
his sister a bad reputation. You know, for dating a loser.” Darick told 
Timmy.
“But you’re not a loser. You’ve only lost once!” Timmy said, confused. “Yeah
well, Bobby can be pretty harsh on anything or anyone that might even come 
close
do damaging his family’s ‘honor’. He’s kinda strange, if you know what I 
mean.”
Darick whispered to Timmy. “Anyway I guess I’ll be seein’ ya around.” Darick
said as he walked into the Pokemon Center. “Bye.” Timmy mumbled. Timmy
stood thinking for a while. “Oh well. I’d better go and train some more.” 
And with
that last thought, Timmy walked off to his training grounds to train with 
his
pokemon. It was about two o’clock in the afternoon when Timmy and his
pokemon stopped training to get a late lunch. “That’ll do for today guys, 
Let’s jog
home and get something to eat. I’ll check your levels after we’re finished.” 
Timmy
said as they ran off. Suddenly, about halfway home, Machop started to glow! 
“Ma
Chop?” it said in surprise. Timmy and the other pokemon stopped. “Machop!
Don’t evolve yet! It’ll take to long to train you!” Timmy told Machop. 
Machop
nodded an affirmative. After another minute or so of the glowing it slowly
diminished and went away. Timmy sighed with relief. “Good job Machop. I need
you to evolve at just the right time. And that wasn’t it. Come on, If we 
hurry we
can make up for the time we lost by stopping.” And so they continued jogging
(this time it was more of a sprint) for about fifty yards, then they slowed 
down to
their usual pace. However, when they reached home, Timmy noticed that there
wasn’t any noise coming from the house. He told his pokemon to wait outside
while he went in to check it out. Timmy pulled out his sai and crept towards 
the
house. He slowly opened the door. After a quick glance around he noticed 
that the
lights were all out, he then rolled over to the couch. He heard breathing 
from the
other side of the couch. With a wild yell Timmy leaped into the air, over 
the
couch, and spun around to face the person that was hiding. However he wasn’t
able to do so because it was a tape recorder! Timmy felt a pressure on his 
back.
“Bang! I got you Timmy.” Said a voice from behind him. Timmy turned with a
smile. “Hi dad.” Timmy then turned to the door. “Come on Machop, bring the
others in, it’s ok.” His pokemon all walked into the still dark house, 
somewhat
confused. “You’ve improved son, but not enough. You need to look before you
leap.” Timmy father said. “Why do you always have to train me dad?” Timmy
asked, slightly exasperated. “Because,” his father replied, “You must always 
be
prepared. And until you are able to find and defeat me, I will keep on 
testing you.”
Timmy sighed. “Oh well. Can I have some lunch now?” His father smiled and
said, “All right.”