Why not?

Grunting, you pry the two apart with ease as the rattata squeaked in what seemed to be both discomfort and disappointment. In response to your interference, the yellow rodent let out a less than menacing growl, attempting to use Thunder on you.

Eyes widening in slight surprise at the crackling BOOM which resounded through the town, undoubtedly catching the attention of others, evident by the sound of multiple feet shifting through the grass to figure out the source of this disturbance.

Luckily, with quick (enough) reflexes and sheer luck, you has managed to get out of harm's way as all that was left in the area which had been struck by the Thunder was a patch of charred grass. The sound of inhuman, ragged breath, you noted that seemed to take a lot of the Pikachu.

Pondering your next choice of action silently, a spherical object you presume to be either a rock or one of those 'Pokeballs' bounced off the head of the vermin with ease accompanied by a flash of red, or perhaps in your vision, regular white, similar to your clothes despite their color being crimson in actuality as well.

Coming to the conclusion calmly that it was indeed a Pokeball, you awaited the third rock and turned your head as your name was practically screamed by both an elder and younger voice.

"" Red! "" With composure you took in the appearance of the two before you, as the pieces instantly clicked. It was Blue ans their grandfather.

The faint sound of clicking behind you,reaching out, you swiftly snatched the capture device and walked off, allowing the rattata to weakly limp off into the distance to recover.

Making your way towards the two, Pokeball inhand, you proceeded to figure out their reasons for calling upon you. Surely it was not about the giant bolt of Thunder that nearly hit you.