Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house. Not a creature was stirring, not even a Raticate. And- AW FORGET THAT!!! Ok,
Night before Christmas, night time... No duh... A trainer Isidore and his Pokemon were sleeping, waiting for Christmas. When one of his Pokemon, Charmeleon. Was awakened by a thump on the roof. So he went outside, got a ladder, and climbed up to the roof. Then he saw a big, fat, dude dressed in red. "Char,charmeloen.." Charmeleon said. (TRANSLATION: No, It can't be!) The fat man was stuffing presents down their chimeny. Then he got up, turned around, and smackeds Charmeleon with his bag into his slay. 5 hours later, Charmeleon awoke in a frozen wasteland infront of a Mr. Mime wearing green clothes and a pointy green hat. "Woa, are you OK?" The Mr. Mime said.
"Charmeleon, meleon!"
"Oh, you can't talk... Here!" He said as he put dist on Charmelon's mouth.
"WHAT THE-, Oh, I can speak now."
"Yeah, so I assume you're OK?"
"Kinda, But, WOW!!!"
"What?"
"My tail, it's almost, out!"
"Oh!"
"So like got any fire?"
"Really?
"Oh. Sorry." Charmeleon said as he did flamethrower on his tail to make it light up.
TO BE CONTINUED, LATER!