Later that day at the Hollis household Lily was lazily playing with her pokemon on her bedroom floor while Cameron, her brother, was annoying the snot out of her. "Can I pleeeeeease use your Peliepper today, just to go to Caleb's? Please, oh pleeease?" he nagged continuously. With every please he yelled made Lily angrier and angrier.
"His name is Gilligan," she said, trying not to lose her cool, "and, for the last time, no! Get your own flying type, and get out of my room." She swore that her brother's job was to annoy her. But Lily was cranky that day for a reason that she couldn't quite put her finger on. It was either the Raleigh situation or a lack of sleep. Either way, a good battle against a wild pokemon always helped her set her mind straight. So, she grabbed Sparky, Gilligan, Sammy, and not Raleigh and headed to a nearby field. Soon enough a wild Wingull appeared and wanted to fight. "Sparky, you wanna go? Use thunderbolt!" she yelled with that award-winning smile. With a bolt of lightning hitting the Wingull it fell to the ground, fainted. "Yeah, woo hoo!" cheered Lils, "C'mon let's do it again!" Before she knew it a little Tailow showed up, reminding her of little Milton, Fletch's Tailow. "Gilligan, your turn! Wing attack!".
After defeating the little fellow she skipped off to the beach with her pokemon, in a much better mood. Hmm, I wonder what Fletcher is up to, she thought.