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We once again join Pokémon Trainer Red on his adventure with his two companions, Clefairy and Pikachu. Our valiant trainer has nothing but his reliable Pokémon. And also his Clefairy.
“Hey!”
The trio has been making their way through a swampy marsh, and it seems like they have gotten lost. Worst still, hunger is beginning to kick in.
“Redddd, I’m starving,” whines Clefairy.
“Well, if someone didn’t blow all our money on a Black Belt, we might’ve been able to afford to grab a meal before we left town.”
Clefairy raises his lack of a nose in the air, “Hmph, I’m sorry, I thought it made me look cool.”
“Pika Pika.”
“Hey, hey! There’s no need to say that! Trust me, this thing will pay for itself once I learn a fighting-type move.”
“Yeah, I’m sure that’ll happen right after the heat death of the universe…”
Ignoring Red’s comment, Clefairy continues to bemoan a lack of food. “Ugh, there must be something to eat around here, a steak, a burger, I’d even settle for a hot dog…”
“The things you usually find in a swamp…”
“Pika Pi…”
Suddenly, Clefairy smells a familiar scent. “Hey, I think there are a lot of berries nearby.” And he’s off to the races, going surprisingly fast for a Pokémon whose lowest stat is speed.
Proving once again that the noseless knows, sitting right there is a huge pile of berries that could feed anyone for days, or for Clefairy, a couple of hours. Unfortunately, it’s guarded by a Croconaw. Fortunately, from the look of it, Croconaw is currently in dreamland.
Clefairy sneaks by the sleeping crocodile, “Heh, heh, you snooze, you lose!”
Just before Clefairy can dig in, he gets the strange feeling that someone's watching him. “Look, I’ll share what’s left with you two later, finders keepers-” Turning around, the stares of Red and Pikachu do not greet Clefairy, but rather an enraged-looking Croconaw.
“Wait, I thought you were asleep?” Looking over to the other side, Clefairy sees that the other eye is still shut. He lets out a nervous chuckle, “I see you took to the expression 'sleeping with one eye open' rather literally, eh? Heh, heh, well, how about I just put this back and-”
Before Clefairy can even let go of the berry, Croconaw lunges forward and chomps into his hand.
“AIEEEEEEE! GETITOFF! GETITOFF! GETITOFF!”
Having been left behind, Red and Pikachu finally manage to catch up. “Oh, there you are Clefairy, and it looks like you made a new friend.”
“NOW’S NOT THE TIME FOR JOKES, GET THIS OFF ME!”
“Alright, one moment,” replies Red, consulting his Pokedex, although it’s rather hard to focus with Clefairy’s cries of pain. “Croconaw, the Big Jaw Pokémon. Once it bites down, it won't let go until it loses its fangs.”
Clefairy’s pained look is replaced with one of smugness. “Until it loses its fangs? Pfft, that’s a relief, I can count the number of teeth this thing has on one…err, two hands. Just get me a hammer and I’ll be free in about 10 seconds.”
“You must’ve grown a lot of extra fingers then,” mutters Red, still looking at his pokedex, “Croconaw always has 48 fangs lining its mouth.”
And as quickly as it appeared, Clefairy’s smug expression evaporates. “48!? Oh, this is gonna take a while…”
“Yeah, but at least we have plenty to munch on while we wait,” says Red, picking up the large pile of berries.
“Of course you’d think of food at a time like this,” moans a despairful Clefairy.