Woody left Pallet Town and started searching for Grass type Pokemon. "Grass, grass, grass!" Chatot yelled. "Quiet, Chatot," Woody said quietly. The tall grass wasn't pleasant to be walking around in, even if you had jeans on. "Are grass types gonna help us win our first Gym badge?" Chatot asked. Woody nodded, and they walked around the field. "And our second?" Chatot asked again. Woody nodded again. "And our third?" Chatot asked again. "Chatot, don't expect a Grass type to win it all for us. We have to have different ones, more variety," Woody explained. "I see," Chatot said thoughtfully.

As woody and chatoto walked, A pokemon watched them. It suddenly jumped out. "Oddish!" It screamed, watching chataot and woody. "Oddish!" It said, taking a step back. uh oh,not a flying type!It'll beat me up, or worse. It thought. It gulped. hopefully it isnt hungry... He backed up, suddenly too scared to move.

"Im not gonna hurt you!" Chatot said, seeing the look on the Oddish's face. "Yeah, don't be scared," Woody said, comforting it. "We don't mean any harm," he added.

"D'ya wanna join our team?" Chatot asked.

The oddish stopped, but was still shaking. "Odd-oddish." It stammered. Yeah, whats wrong with flying types with sharp beaks and powerfull wings? Nothing thats what! Ill join you and your hung- im mean nice-chatot. The oddish said fearfully. It ran up to you, and looked at chatot closly. It was going to treat chatot like his ruler.

OOC: Can you give me its levels, gender, and moves?

IC: Chatot chanted, "Not gonna hurt you! Not gonna hurt you!" as it flew alongside Woody. "So, now that we got a new friend, should we train?" Chatot asked. "Sure," Woody said. "Should we go look for wild Pokemon?" Chatot asked again. Woody nodded, and they went along looking for some Pokemon to train Chatot and Oddish.

(*slaps forehaed* stupid stupid stupid! My bad! )

Oddish
Male lv 16
sweet scent, razor leaf, sleep powder, tackle

As you walked to tarin, suddenly a wild turtwig jumped out!

OOC: Did you get that from Total Drama Action? (The stupid, stupid, stupid part)

IC: "Another grass Pokemon? We're in a jam! We better bag this one or scram!" Chatot squawked, then smiled as he just noticed he made a rhyme. "Jam, scram, jam, scram!" Hooted Chatot gleefully. "Put a lid on it, Chatters," Woody said. He walked over to the Turtwig. "Hi there, what are you doing here?" he asked.

"Keep a distance, we don't know if we can trust this one! He might fight you with great persistence!" Chatot said, then started yelling, "Choorah!" when he realized he'd made another rhyme.