(So we've got a semi-plot now? This is starting to look rp-ish... well sort of...)
"Man am I tired!" Chip exclaimed as he trudged through the desert.
"Hopefully, following my intuition got me there like I hoped it would!"
As Chip had hoped, he soon saw Dustburg over the horizon in the distance.
"Phew..." Chip said as he made his way there. Most of the stalls were half covered in sand, so Chip had a hard time finding Spinda's. Chip had been trading with Spinda for the last month or so now, and it had brought him great buisness. He was finally able to pick Spinda out among the mess of pokemon and sand, and came toward him.
"HEY! SPINDA! IT'S ME!" He shouted, over the rushing noise of the wind.
Spinda turned toward him and gave him blank looking smile.
"OH! HI CHIP! NEED ANYTHING TODAY?!" Spinda hollered.
"UM, YES," Chip yelled, "I WANTED TO TRADE THESE ITEMS!!!"
Chip emptied around twelve items he had 'salvaged' from the Shiftry Campsite.
"HM," Spinda shouted, "THESE WILL FETCH AROUND 2000P. YOU OKAY WITH THAT?"
"PERFECT!" Chip exclaimed as they made the transaction.
"NOW SPINDA," Chip said, "LEMME SEE IF YOU'VE GOT ANYTHING THE PEOPLE BACK HOME WILL LIKE!"
Spinda showed Chip some items that chip bought, leaving him with around an accumulated 900P.
Chip thanked Spinda, and left the stand. When he turned around, he saw Granite, looking like he was quite enjoying the weather.
"GRANITE?" Chip asked, "IS THAT YOU? WHAT BRINGS YOU HERE?"