Littlest-Pet-Fiction

Pokemon:Littlest Pet Journeys A Quagisire Catch It's a whole new world we live in, Pokemon Johto! Do-Do-Do, Do, Do-Do Do-Do-Do, Do, Do-Do   Everybody wants to be a master. Everybody wants show their skills. Everybody wants to get there faster. Make their way to the top of the hills. Each time, You try... Gonna get just a little bit better... Each step, You climb... Is one more step up the ladder! It's a whole new world we live in, Do-Do-Do, Do, Do-Do It's a whole new way to see, Do-Do-Do, Do, Do-Do It's a whole new place, with a brand new attitude, But you still 'Gotta catch 'em all!' And be the best that you can be! It's a whole new w

As they continue to spend their time in the park, the Loud Siblings and their Pokémon, Lincoln was trying to dry off his Charmeleon and keep its tail from being extinguished. Lincoln: Don't worry Charmeleon, you'll be okay. Pikachu: Pikachu! (helping Lincoln keep Charmeleon's flame lit) (Lincoln's sisters all look at the whole thing) Lynn: (shocked)I can't believe Lincoln is trying to help his Charmeleon. Leni: Aw, I think it's sweet. Lana: Well, Lincoln did just save its flame from being extinguish. Lola: (angry)Well that thing deserved it! Charmeleon burned me and my poor Cinccino! Lori: Lincoln's literally got to control that

The grass rustled ever so quietly under careful paws. The hunter stepped cautiously, so as not to alert the prey of his presence. Suddenly, over a tall bit of grass, he saw the target. He lowered his front, arched his back... and pounced! "Gotcha!" He shouted, as he landed on his "prey", who shouted at the impact. "Found you Zoe!".  Indeed, the "prey" was really Zoe Trent, although a much younger version, about six months old. "Okay, okay, you got me!" She said with a laugh, "now get off Milo!". Milo was her best friend, almost since the two of them were born. Milo was a tom cat, also around six months. He was mostly white, but had a bit of b

Littlest Pet Shop -Blythe's Littlest Adventure- Chapter 2 "Hey dad," Blythe greeted her father who was already lounging on their new living room couch with a cup of coffee in one hand and the morning paper in the other. 'Typical dad stuff,' Blythe thought to herself. "Morning, Blythie! All ready for your first day at work?" Roger Baxter didn't often have a day off when they lived back in the suburbs, so being able to greet his little girl in the morning was one of the many perks that he enjoyed now that they lived so much closer to his main place of employ, namely the city's biggest airport. That wasn't to say that he was exactly pleased