Gary retrieved the Pokedexes from their box on the table. Luckily Grandpa hadn't covered them in honey again. As he carried the box out he heard the last new trainer coming in and calling out. "Yeah, but you don't want to see him. Come on in." He made his way towards the group of trainers as the last one joined them. "All right, now that you guys are all here, I can finally give these out. These are your Pokedexes. They're like an ID card and an encyclopedia all in one. My Granddad invented them, back before his mind started going, they're all produced overseas now. These will certify you all as official trainers in the Pokemon League. You can challenge gyms all you want, try to get the Eight badges needed to get in the Finals in Indigo Plateau. Now once you all get out of here, you're going to hit Viridian City in the North. There's a gym there, but it's my Gym, and if you try to challenge me, especially you," he pointed again at Tyler. "I'm going to destroy you. Obliterate you. You won't have a chance. So don't bother. Go to Pewter. The Rock guy there. He sucks. You can probably beat him. As long as you're not relying on a fire type. Or a normal type. Actually, yeah you probably will have problems."
"SHIT! SHIT!"
"Gramps! What did you do now?"
"SHIT! I need to you get the microwave going!"
"Oh for fucks sake, do it yourself! Here...Rochelle...this one's yours." He handed the first Pokedex to the bandanna girl, and then went through passing out the rest. "There. Now you're in the League. Go off on adventures, yadda yadda yadda. I'm getting out of here." With that Gary stepped outside and summoned his Pidgeot. "Pidgeot, Fly me away!"
"Pidg-otttt!" At its trainer's command the giant bird spread it's wings and took flight, carrying Gary off towards Viridian.
"Um.......OK?" Jordan said. "So where do we go again?"