Timothy cautiously walked down the streets of Sunny Town, all too wary of the suspicious gazes fixed on him. His good eye searched every which way in case he spotted danger. His breath was shaky and he just wished people would treat him with indifference.

"Hey, you! What business do you have in our town?" a voice behind him barked.

Timothy, startled, turned around to see a very menacing looking Houndoom with its teeth bared. The Rhyhorn let out a faint "eep" as he backed away in fear, accidentally crushing a table and two chairs outside a café. He heard an angry yell from inside the café, and with his head lowered in shame, took a few steps forward. The Houndoom mistook the lowered head as a preparation to charge, and sent smoke out his nostrils. "So that's how you want it, eh? I don't care if you're a rock type, I'll rip you apart!"

The Houndoom circled around to Timothy's left side—the side with the bad eye—with incredible speed and leapt onto his back, sinking his teeth into Timothy's side. Timothy let out a deep scream. "OW! OW! OWOWOWOWOW! OW!" he cried on and on as he bounded around the streets, shaking wildly, trying to get the Houndoom off his back. In the process, he destroyed fences, gardens, and stepped on a tail or three. Eventually, he managed to shake the Houndoom off his back, and into someone's window. Not wanting to stick around, he hurried back onto the road and bounded down it, turning at every intersection to make sure he lost his pursuer. In the process, he acquired two new pursuers, a pair of Growlithes, who, while they weren't as fast as the Houndoom, were just as determined to catch him. "Leave me alooooooooooone!" he cried desperately as he ran. Turning another corner in the road, he suddenly found himself rapidly approaching a big, stone building. He tried skidding to a halt, but to no avail, as his horn wedged itself deep in the wall of the police station.