[The video starts off moving through the trees, which might not be all that odd considering the number of times Pokemon have gotten their trainers' pokegear away from them. There's a backpack hanging from a nearby branch, so they're not far away either, maybe.
Oh, wait, did you see that flash of red? Maybe you heard a colorful demonstration of dialogue followed by a loud crash. Kind of like someone falling out of a tree?]
SERIOUSLY?! What kind of crazy place is this-- [Climbling out of the bushes, throwing a fallen branch out of her path...] --that I can't even move through the trees?!
[The view shifts for a better look. What sounds a lot like Chimchar-type giggling can be heard as it pans down to its trainer, a woman with bright red hair, picking and throwing twigs from her hair. She stops to check on a few scratches on her arm when she hears the snickering and directs her gaze upwards suspiciously.]
... Ah--
[And then she looks stunned, and then she looks angry. Oh crap.]
KONJOOOOO! What part of laying low was uncl-- [END FEED.]
Y'know, you're kind of exhausting, and that's saying a lot coming from me. Who are you, anyway?
[She's not ACTUALLY going to come after him, but if they ever DO meet the first thing she's doing is keeping her promise. She just might throw some hot sauce in there while she's at it.]
If no one has told you, this place is when when it comes to other worlds and time. You'll never know who you'll meet.
[He has a conniving thoughtful look on his face, as he ponders something]
I seem to remember a while back, I talked to a red haired girl. She was throwing a royal hissy fit over having a tiny pokémon and then named it after this guy she apparently hated because it was as stupid as he was.
What was his name again, Manato, Munato, Monato ....