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Pokémon the Movie: I Choose You! (2017)

Ash Ketchum wakes up late one morning after having broken his alarm clock in his sleep. He eventually makes it to Professor Oak's lab, but is told that the three starter Pokémon, Bulbasaur, Squirtle, and Charmander, have already been taken by Trainers who were on time. However, Oak reveals that he has one more Pokémon, an Electric-type named Pikachu. Despite its volatile and feisty personality, as well as its refusal to get inside a Poké Ball, Ash happily takes Pikachu for his journey.
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Ash Ketchum wakes up late one morning after having broken his alarm clock in his sleep. He eventually makes it to Professor Oak's lab, but is told that the three starter Pokémon, Bulbasaur, Squirtle, and Charmander, have already been taken by Trainers who were on time. However, Oak reveals that he has one more Pokémon, an Electric-type named Pikachu. Despite its volatile and feisty personality, as well as its refusal to get inside a Poké Ball, Ash happily takes Pikachu for his journey.

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Genre:Family, Animation, Adventure, Fantasy
Directed By:Kunihiko Yuyama
Written By:Shouji Yonemura
In Theaters:11/5/2017
Box Office:$37,552,144
Runtime:98 minutes
Studio:OLM, Pikachu Project, Shogakukan, Shogakukan-Shueisha Productions, TV Tokyo, The Pokémon Company, TakaraTomy, jeki, TOHO

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