Running through the Wombville festival was a frightened tanned man that looked like death was chasing him. He ran behind a booth, not even noticing the beautiful ladies at it. The fear that gripped him was even stronger then his womanizing nature. Brock had never been this scared in all his life.

“Where are you my tall, tanned and muscular boy? Mommy wants to put you to bed!” A young girl wearing a baseball cap and jersey called out.

Brock shivered and tried to make himself small by crouching down. He couldn’t let her find him, unless he wanted to spend the rest of his time inside her immature body. Brock had nothing against Casey, she seemed like a sweet kid. But he was a man that needed a woman. Someone he could talk to, laugh with and had hooters he could manhandle. Why couldn’t someone sexy be chasing him, instead of this flat chested girl? Brock decided to wait her out; she’d get bored of chasing him and go after another guy.

“I’m not giving up on finding you, you hunk. Having to chase you down will only make it sweeter when I get you inside me!” Brock swore in his head. Was this kid some kind of revenge from a god that frowned on his womanizing ways?

“I got to get out of here,” Brock grumbled to himself. Slowly looking from behind his hiding spot, he saw Casey looking for him in a booth with the sign ‘Test how many baseballs you can hold?’ Brock didn’t get what the sign meant. How could holding baseballs be considered a test? If Brock had known where those baseballs were being held, he would have been shocked and then spend the rest of the evening watching the women test how many they could hold.

Brock slinked out from behind the booth, trying to remain as silent as possible. If Casey spotted him, their chase would continue and Broke doubted he would be able to run for long. Keeping his eyes glued on Casey, he slowly crept away. That’s why, he missed the person standing in front of him.

“Hey watch it,” scolded a female voice. Brock looked at whom he’d run into, he couldn’t believe his eyes.

“Sabrina?” Brock gasped. What was the psychic Pokemon trainer doing in Wombville?

“What’s the hold up?” another voice asked and looked in on Brock. She had bright red hair in two small ponytails that poked out on either side of her skull. She was young and had a nice build, but most importantly, Brock recognized her.

“Whitney?” He said, and then rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn’t imagining this. The girls looked at him back, looking Brock over slowly.

“You’re Mark aren’t you?” Sabrina said carefully. “Ash’s friend?”

“Actually, it’s Brock, but that’s not important right now. What are two beautiful ladies like you doing here?” Brock asked, piling on the charm in an attempt to woo the girls. His attempts were ignored and the girls turned to each other.

“Is Ash here?” Whitney asked excitedly. Broke nodded and the girls squealed with excitement. Grinning from ear to ear, they started whispering to one another. Brock frowned, sulking away from the distracted girls. They weren’t interested in him, only Ash.

“There you are!”

Brock froze and looked over his shoulder. Casey had spotted him. He started running with Casey hot on his heels.