Noibat is a Pokémon, Car is Ferrari 458 Italia.

A lone Noibat suddenly appeared…somewhere. It was definitely a living space, but it was alien. Noibat had just seen some crazy weird colors, maybe it was hallucinating, or it was a dream. Despite this, Noibat did what Noibat does, fly around.
It wasn’t very large here, but it served every purpose a home should. No cooking supplies, maybe those ere outside, but in the stone, half spherical room was a round desk, a circular bed of something soft, images against the walls, notes to self, etc. But Noibat’s attention was caught by a familiar shape.
They were only models, but a bunch of neat cars were lined in a curved row at the back of the long desk. If this place really is a dream of an alien world, maybe these were for study of humans. In fact, Noibat spotted a drawing of a long, dark haired guy. Noibat picked a red car.
Noibat then placed the cool car on the floor, and feeling devious, and in that mood you’re in while dreaming, felt like the absolute, ginormous awesomeness of this world. He felt as though he were growing, now these cars were only the size of a toe.
The car was smashed across the floor. Noibat used full force to crush it, and it was awesome. The model was made of a different material than plastic, felt like a metal. But most of all, it felt awesome. Noibat was freakishly large to these puny rich-men. He really crushed it, he was superior to the human intellegences most fashionable creations…
Then the door opened. A tall, silver and black furred alien was in the room. It had large, white oval eyes, and three tails with purple flowers. It looked at Noibat’s destruction. It looked at Noibat. Noibat flew in any which way, feeling uncatchable for his actions, but the tall alien was faster. Noibat was in it’s grasp, and looking into its eyes, couldn’t tell anything. It was at this point Noibat realized, this wasn’t a dream.