This was really everything Andy could have asked for. The warm sun, a relaxing sound of the waves, the soothing sand, the intense pain of his left buttcheek being cleaved in two...
"WHAT THE F-!"
Andy sprang to life, attracting the attention of the majority beach-goers, who only stared in shock to begin with before being replaced with a thinly concealed veil of laughter, as he ran up and down the beach, shaking his behind like he was attempting some kind of ancient, ceremonial dance.
Finally bringing himself to looking down at the source of the pain he was greeted by the gaze of small, red Pokemon that seemed to have attached itself to his derriere, dangling loosely from a pincer that dug painfully into his flesh. For a moment they only stared at each other blankly, before Andy redoubled his efforts to shake the unwelcome bottom-pinching crustacean off.
"Help me Sheldon!" The Trainer shouted to his Pokemon, who had amazingly managed to stay asleep up to this point. Hearing his Trainer's voice, the Turtwig shook himself awake and studied the scene that was unfolding in front of him.
"Turt?" It said, probably wondering whether it was still asleep or not and this was just a very weird dream.
"Don't just stand there, Sheldon!" Andy called to his Pokemon, a hint of desperation now in his voice. He pointed frantically at the Corphish, "Get this thing off me! Tackle it until it lets go!"