[Wilbur had been waiting his entire life to go on his very own childhood adventure. He knew the day would come when he'd set off on his own and go out into the great big world, either with a new power or some sort of rag tag team of companions. A fighting animal companion was just as good. It would be his very own. Something he could raise and train, and soon enough, he and his new friend would be considered the best. Yes, Wilbur could see it now.
But imagine his surprise when, after waiting impatiently to be given his own partner, he was handed a pigeon. Not something "wicked cool", but a pigeon. A Pidove, as he had been corrected, but if it looked like a pigeon and it sounded like a pigeon, it was a pigeon.
Now, Wilbur stood out in town, a small but ruffled Pidove tucked under his arm. He stared down at his PokeGear, contemplating his next move. Mostly, how he was going to get out of town without having to explain the pigeon.]
Wilbur Robinson
But imagine his surprise when, after waiting impatiently to be given his own partner, he was handed a pigeon. Not something "wicked cool", but a pigeon. A Pidove, as he had been corrected, but if it looked like a pigeon and it sounded like a pigeon, it was a pigeon.
Now, Wilbur stood out in town, a small but ruffled Pidove tucked under his arm. He stared down at his PokeGear, contemplating his next move. Mostly, how he was going to get out of town without having to explain the pigeon.]