The little bastard tackled me full force, as he was apparantly frustrated being in an incubator that didn’t even give him enough room to scratch his poke-balls.
He got up to attempt to strike me again, but I went to roundhouse kick him, missed, hit Proffesor Woody, who then crashed into the shelf causing it to topple over onto Mankey, knocking him unconscious.
“Quick, Shouto, use this Pokeball to capture him!”

Woody tossed me the ball and I instictively tossed it at the writhing body of the baby Mankey.
Whoosh! CHING !

“Yes, Shouto you caught him!”
“But shouldn’t he already have a Pokeball?”
“Well, he should, but it…er, slipped my mind erhehe…”
“You’re an idiot.”
“Yes, well…Anyways, you caught that pokemon quite well, I think you’d be quite the candidate for my newest invention.”

“What is it, a machine that dials hookers automatically? I don’t think I want part of YOUR project.”
“Oh, come now, it’s actually pokemon related. It’s a Pokepedia. It records everything along your journey.”