Odemon #173

Little Cleffa, Poke Doll
Cleffa child, you’re so small
Squeeze the Cleffa, it goes squeak
Squeeze to hard and it goes eeeeeeek
and shuffle your hand into your deck, then draw 7 cards

-Odemon #173 Cleffa

Odemon #381

Lustrous
Agile
Telepathic
Intelligent
Oh!
So speedy!

-Odemon #381 Latios

Odemon #716

Just how does Willy Wonka make those everlasting gobstoppers?
“Ah, it’s a trade secret, my friend,” said Willy Wonka. “And it’s defiintely not a giant deer with the power to grant everlasting life that I’m using to make candy!”
Well, that’s good enough for me!

-Odemon #716 Xerneas

Odemon #752

Moon (no I’m not going to call her Selene) watched an Araquanid, making notes on her Pokedex.
“Aw, it’s so caring,” she said. “It found a weak Pokemon and pulled it into its bubble to protect it!”
Sun (I’m definitely not calling him Elio) looked up at it.
“Uh, that Araquanid is definitely drowning that Pokemon.”
The two trainers glared at each other.

-Odemon #752 Araquanid

Odemon #293

Hush, little Whismur, don’t you cry,
Papa’s gonna buy you a tasty pie.
And if that pie’s a flavor you don’t like,
Papa’s gonna buy you a fancy bike.
And if you fall off that bike and wipe out,
You’re gonna start to scream and shout.
You’ll cry so loud you’re afraid of your own roar,
Which means you’re gonna cry even louder than before.
You’ll cry, and you’ll wail, and you’ll scream so severe,
You won’t stop because you breath through your ear.
Cry, little Whismur, and after your shout,
You’ll fall asleep because you’re all tuckered out.

-Odemon #293 Whismur

Odemon #16

Little Pidgey
Hides away
Docile bird
Avoids a fray
When it’s threatened
Kicks up sand
When with friends
Sings in a band
Coo, coo, coo
That’s what we say
Coo, coo, coo
That’s the Pidgey way
Coo, coo, coo
Don’t wanna get in no fray
Coo, coo, coo
Just wanna sing all day

-Odemon #16 Pidgey

Odemon #591

Amoonguss flailed its Poke Ball arm caps. “Hey! Hey, all you Pokemon! Who wants to go in a Poke Ball? Come on! Everybody’s doing it!”
A Ducklett waddled over. “Does anybody ever actually take a bait that is neither deceptive nor actually desirable?”
“Um. Yes! Everyone does,” Amoonguss said. “You should, too.”
A Voltorb then rolled up, knocking Ducklett over, and snuggled up to Amoonguss’ Poke Ball cap. “You have such a deep red, my dear. Why don’t we go back to my place? I have a lovely generator we can eat from.”
Amoonguss looked at the Voltorb, shrugged, and ate it.
They were sick for a week.

-Odemon #591 Amoonguss

Odemon #727

Sonic the Hedgehog dashed his way into another Odemon! Then Incineroar smashed him off the stage and he died.
INCINEROAR’s Odemon is Smash Bros.!
The Ice Climbers surrounded Incineroar, hammers drawn, but the Heel Pokemon spun with a Darkest Lariat and bashed the parka-clad climbers away. Incineroar smashed away all comers–Palutena, Kirby, ROB, not Yoshi because the grace of the author god saved the dinosaur, but Tony the Tiger grabbed Meta Knight, bounced him off some boxing ropes that appeared out of nowhere, and threw him into the sky. Incineroar clobbered all comers, new and old! They were unstoppable!
A Mii jumped into the ring behind Incineroar. They turned to face this new opponent…
HELLO KITTY is Now Branded in Smash Bros., Too!
Incineroar gasped and stepped back. Hello Kitty lifted her brawler fists, ready to fight.
But Incineroar kneeled down. They couldn’t do it! They couldn’t fight their own daughter!
But what’s this? Hello Kitty lowered her fists. She wasn’t there to fight Incineroar.
She was there to tag team with Incineroar to BEAT UP EVERYBODY IN SMASH BROS.! BATTLE TIME!

-Odemon #727 Incineroar

Odemon #59

Bark, Bark, Barkcanine
Running so very fast
Bark, Bark, Barkcanine
Your stamina can last
Bark, Bark, Barkcanine
Your heavy trod makes quakes
Bark, Bark, Barkcanine
How do you turn on the brakes?

-Odemon #59 Arcanine

Odemon #683

Oscar the Trubbish and Phones the Phione walked and bounced through the small city of Pokemon. Oscar looked at Phones. He couldn’t quite figure her out, but he didn’t need to. She was just on her own wavelength, which was fine with him because it meant she didn’t care about his smell. She was a rebel. Maybe she liked putrid smells? She seemed to look for excitement, anyway. She didn’t take anything from anyone, either.
Oscar on the other hand took abuse from everyone. No one had ever liked him due to his horrid smell. So he wouldn’t question Phones. She hung out with him; that was good enough for him.
“Yo, O-dawg,” Phones said. “Don’t look now, but looks like some fool’s following us.”
Oscar turned around. “There is?” A mess of pinkish feathers walked behind them: an Aromatisse.
“I said don’t look,” Phones said.
The Aromatisse stopped. They then walked closer. “Ah. Yes. Apologies, but I seek advice from you, Herr Unratütox.”
“Uh?” Oscar said.
“Sorry, what is the name? Trubbish, yes?”
“My name’s Oscar.”
“Ah. Oscar. I am a purveyor of odors of all kinds: sweet, foul, fragrant, putrid… but your scent is stronger than anything I’ve ever smelled. I wish to know how you make it.”
“I wish I could know, too,” Oscar said. “Then I could stop.”
“Perhaps I could conduct some experiments,” Aromatisse said. “Find out what makes you smell.”
“I dunno ’bout this,” Phones said.
“No worries,” said the Aromatisse. They removed a bonesaw from their feathers, and Oscar and Phones stepped back. “I promise it will only hurt a little bit.”

-Odemon #683 Aromatisse