In the last chapter…

Timmy and his dad have made it to Pallet Town and are currently jogging 
through
the streets looking for Prof. Oak…

About twenty minutes later, Timmy and his dad reached professor Oaks home.
They were the first ones there. “Apparently no one else likes to come 
early.”
Michael said. “Oh well lets go in.” “But father,” Timmy said, “don’t we have 
to
wait outside?” Michael then replied, “I don’t see why. Come on.” So they 
both
walked up the path to the house and knocked on the door. An old but healthy 
man
answered the door. “Welcome friends, I must admit I didn’t expect you today 
but
please come in.” the professor told them. “Come, you may sit and wait here 
in the
living room while I get us something to drink.” Professor Oak said as he 
walked to
a room to the left. A minute later the Professor came out holding a kettle 
and three
cups of hot green tea. “Here we are.” The Professor said to them as he sat 
down.
“Now I’ve heard that your son would like to become a pokemon trainer. 
Correct?”
The Professor said to Michael. “Yes sir, that is right.” Michael informed 
him.
Timmy just sat there sipping his tea, which was quite hot, and listened to 
the two
converse.” So what type of pokemon is young Timmy interested in?” Professor
Oak asked. “Well from what I’ve seen he should probably have a fighting
pokemon.” Michael said. “Oh that’s wonderful! I just received a new machop
from the caves by Lavender Town. It would be perfect.” The Professor said. 
“Yes
that would be wonderful, then they can train together.” Michael agreed. “Ok
Timmy,” the Professor said to Timmy, “you heard us talking and you don’t 
mind
getting a machop right?” “No sir, a machop would be fine.” Timmy said
agreeably. “Great, great. All right, then it’s settled. Timmy I shall give 
you a
machop and your license and you will be on your way.” The Professor stood 
up.
“Come then follow me Michael you can just wait here for now.” “Go on Timmy
it’ll be fine.” Michael said encouragingly to his son. Timmy just nodded and
followed the professor as he went down the hall to get the pokemon. “Here it 
is
Timmy,” the Professor said after rummaging through some boxes, “Your first
pokemon. And here are some empty pokeballs and a pokedex. It will tell you
about pokemon that you don’t know much about.” Timmy took these, snapped the
pokeballs to his waste, and put the pokedex in his pocket. “Thank you sir.” 
Timmy
said politely to the Professor. “Your welcome Timmy. And now I have some 
work
to do so you and your father can feel free to leave.” The Professor said to 
Timmy
and turned around and talked over to some equipment and started fiddling 
with it.
Timmy then walked back to his father and showed him the pokeballs and 
pokedex.
Michael was very proud of his son  “This is wonderful son. But now we should 
go
I have an appointment with the Council and I don’t want to be late. Good bye
Timmy, see you in a week.” And with that Michael sent out his fearow, hopped 
on
its back, and flew away. “Well I guess that I’m on my own now.” Timmy said 
to
himself. Timmy then unclipped his machop from his belt and let it out 
saying,
“Go…” Timmy paused here, “Uh… what am I gonna call you?” Timmy asked the
pokemon as it came out. “Machop!” the pokemon said at hearing his master 
talk to
it. “Oh well I guess that’s what I’ll call you then.” Timmy said. (Authors 
note: Yes
I know. Timmy is not very smart, but hey, everybody has his or her flaws. :)