For this story we will have to travel back in time. We will wind the clock back to the year known as…1999. Ash had just left for the Orange Islands and his Mom, Delia Ketchum, was experiencing empty Pidgey-nest syndrome. She was lonely and only had her Mr. Mime for company. But it's hard to feel safe and comfortable with one of THOSE things in your own home. It was a late night in Pallet Town. A secret night. A secret known only to three people.
All was silent, minus the occasional Zubat fluttering over the Ketchum household. After much tossing and turning Delia had finally fallen into a light sleep. The only kind of sleep she could get after the mistake she made of adopting Mr. Mime. Team Rocket peered into her bedroom window. Jessie slapped James in the head. "Gag and bound that Mr. Mime and keep an eye on him in the woods. And you help him Meowth" she commanded her servants. "Yes, Sir!" James and Meowth said in sad unison. James opened the window while Meowth jumped inside. But Team Rocket didn't come here to rob the house. They had come here for Pikachu but they were unaware that Ash and his friends had already left for the Orange Islands.
Mr. Mime was sleeping on his filthy dog bed on the floor. Meowth tied up his ugly, bulbous hands and stuffed a pair of Wobbuffet socks in his mouth. James came up from behind Meowth and threw a bag over the grotesque mime's face. He then hoisted Mr. Mime over his shoulder and carried him out of the window and into the woods. Jessie then entered the house.
Jessie crept through the dark house trying to locate Ash's bedroom. She had planned to take Pikachu as they has taken Mr. Mime but with Jigglypuff socks instead. It was hard for her to see and her hair was large. So large that it knocked over a table lamp that shattered all over the floor. Jessie froze. Delia's eyes snapped open and she smiled. That was it. That was what she had been waiting for. She had always had a burglar fetish. Ash's father had broken into her first apartment. She was never quite sure who he was exactly. But that night she had taken him and he had burgled her heart. She also didn't know where he had gone after. Poké Prison, she guessed.
Jessie still stood silently in place when the living room light snapped on paralyzing her with shock like a stun spore. Delia was there. Both tiddies out for the whole Pokémon world to see. She walked confidently over to Jessie. Jessie was beginning to get angry. How dare anyone be more confident than her dominatrix self. "Why don't you capture these if you think your such a great Pokémon thief?" Delia remarked. Jessie scoffed and ripped of her top in one fluid motion. "Oh, please. Everyone knows mine are perfection. But why don't we have a battle to find out" she said while pointing at her chest. Delia smirked and said "I accept your challenge. Where do you want it? On the floor or on the couch?". Jessie opened her mouth to reply but was quickly stopped by the sound of the front door being kicked down.
Officer Jenny barged in holding a pair of handcuffs. "Alright ladies, break it up, break it…oh what's going on here?" she asked lifting one eyebrow up high and smiling with swag. Delia and Jessie both topless replied in unison, "A battle". Officer Jenny winked and said, "How do you gals feel about a three way battle? Nurse Joy doesn't have to know".
What ensued that night is one of the greatest kept secrets of the Pokémon franchise.
Slit.
FIN