In the last episode, Timmy beat the crap out of some loser named Bobby’s 
raticate,
trained his pokemon, and then walked home for some lunch, where he was
trained/bothered by his father.


Timmy sat across from his father at the table, munching on his consisting of 
a
PB&J, potato chips on the side, and a glass of water. “So, how has your 
pokemon
training been going?” Timmy’s father inquired. “It’s been great so far, 
Machop is
just about ready to evolve, and Poliwag is only two levels away from 
evolving.”
Timmy’s father nodded. “That’s pretty good. So when do you plan on fighting
Brock?” “Well, I was planning on getting my pokemon to the point that they 
can
evolve when they feel like it. So that should take a few weeks.” Timmy’s 
father
nodded again. “That’s smart, I doubt many people train as hard as you and 
your
pokemon do. If you ever feel like it, you can take your pokemon down to the 
Dojo
and I’ll have them join in one of the pokemon classes.” Timmy looked up from 
his
food in surprise. “You teach pokemon karate?” His father nodded once more.
“Yes. However I’m having a little trouble managing them and the students at 
once,
but I don’t have time to train them in separate groups. Could you bring your
pokemon over and help out? I’d be willing to pay you ten dollars every other 
class
that you help in.” He offered. Timmy paused in eating his chips to 
contemplate the
offer. “Well, ok.” His father’s smile widened. “Great. Now, all you’ll have 
to do is
warm up the classes and then stand around and help the students with the 
Katas
when I ask. Alright?” “Alright.” Timmy agreed. Timmy then finished his meal 
and
told his father he was going to go and visit the Dojo (it had been over a 
month
since he’d seen it). Timmy left his pokemon at the house, while he went to 
see
how the Dojo was doing. When he got there he saw that a class was going on. 
He
went inside to find that it was an intermediate class. The teacher was one 
of his
father’s close friends that he had taught. Timmy went in the back and put on 
the
spare Gi he had left there and walked over to the entrance to the mat and 
bowed
himself on. He stood by watching the class for a moment, and then the 
teacher
walked over to him and greeted him. “Hello Timmy. I’m glad that you’re here, 
I
was just about to have the class do some sparring. Would you like to help 
out or
join the class?” Timmy thought about it. “I think I’ll join the class, sir.” 
He finally
said. The sensei nodded and walked over to the students while Timmy stood in
line. “Class go get your gear on, were going to be doing some Budo 
sparring,”
Some of the smaller students groaned. In Budo sparring, two students had too 
fight
until one had a clear advantage over the other; points didn’t matter as 
much. Once
everyone had their gear on, the sensei started to pair up students. After 3 
fights, the
sensei paired up Timmy with a rather tall green belt. “Step to attention, 
“The
sensei commanded, “Bow here, bow to each other, and step out into your 
fighting
stance.” The two faced each other. “And… begin.” The sensei commanded as he
stepped back out of the ring. Timmy and the student paced around each other.
Then with a Kiai, the Green belt launched a flying side kick towards Timmy.
Timmy sidestepped and knocked the foot to the side, causing the student to 
trip as
he landed. The student immediately spun around, jabbed at Timmy’s face, and
reverse punched at his stomach. Timmy stepped back and threw the jab to the 
side
roughly, also sending the reverse punch to the side with it. The student 
then used
the momentum from the block to spin around and attempt a crescent kick to
remove Timmy’s guard. Timmy instead ducked the kick and tripped the student
with a sweeping kick. The student landed with a grunt. As soon as he hit the 
floor,
Timmy ran over and started to kick at the student’s chest and belly. The 
student
managed only to block a few of the kicks. When the student tried to roll 
away,
Timmy just followed him and kept on kicking. Finally the sensei said, “Yame,
that’s enough. Timmy is the winner.”