A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Gameboy...
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This fic has a rather simple idea behind it, and is comparitively short to other works right now. Feedback is always nice, and you can find this fic and others by me at Chirps of a Cricket.
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Jessie looked both ways before ducking into the broom closet. She figured it would be the perfect place to hide, because Team Rocket very rarely cleaned anything, and as such, did not own any brooms. She should be safe for some time. She slipped in the cartridge. The tiny screen lit up.
Professor Oak was on the screen. "My name is OAK! Some people call me the pokemon prof..." The door began to crack open.
James stealthily slipped into the broom closet. Maybe no one would see him. It wasn't as if any one ever looked in here... "Oof!"
James tripped over Jessie and fell across her into a position that, any other time, he might have taken advantage of. And gotten whacked with a mallet for. Today, however, he blushed furiously and tried to hide the atomic purple gameboy he was carrying. Jessie was doing the same with her own red unit.
Jessie was the first to recover, and whacked James with her steel-enforced fan.
"What are you doing in here?!"
James cowered, until he realized that Jessie had been trying to hide something. Forgetting that she was mad at him, he immediately latched on to this new way to torment Jessie.
"What is it? What're you hiding? Lemme see! Lemme see!"
Jessie whacked him again. "It's none of your business! What are you hiding?"
"Uh..."
Suddenly, each grabbed for whatever it was the other was hiding. "Hey! This is Pokemon Blue!" "And you've got Pokemon Red!"
"Wanna trade?" they simultaneously asked.
Of course, they got as far as the kitchen table when they realized a) they didn't have a cable link, and b) neither one had gotten past the introduction yet.
Both industriously sat down and started up their games again, since neither had even gotten to the point where "save" was an option. Of course Meowth immediately wandered in.
"Shoidn't you two be planning a way to capture Pikachu?"
"Already have," replied Jessie. "Wander around in the tall grass before Pewter city for ages, find Pikachu, and capture it in a pokeball. Simple."
"Meowth thinks you aren't talking about what Meowth's talking about."
"Why?" Jessie looked up distractedly. She was attempting to figure out why her mother thought she was a boy. Did she look like one?
Meowth sighed. "Well, if you're just gonna play that silly game all day--anyone wanna trade?"
Meowth held out his own gameboy. It was, of course, yellow, hair color being the deciding factor in most Team Rocket decisions.
Jessie and James were immediately interested. "What color do you have?" asked James.
"Yellow. What else? I bet you picked blue and Jessie has red." The human members of the team blushed. "Well, it's not like you had a choice. Writers need easy ways to keep track of who's got what, and color seems to do it for most of the fools."
"Oh."
"So what pokemon did you pick from Prof. Oak?"
"Uhhh..."
"We haven't gotten that far yet," said Jessie. "We weren't gifted with puny pikachus like you were. We have to make a decision."
"Ow!" Whined James. "My head hurts! I can't decide!"
Meowth sighed again. "Moibe I can make this process a lot easier on all of us. Jessie, take Charmander. James, take Squirtle. This is why you have hair."
Jessie and James looked at each other. "Oh. Okay."
A very short time later, Jessie shouted in triumph. As she did a victory dance around the room, Meowth leaned over to see what she had just done. The screen read: "JESSIE defeated ASH!"
No wonder. So he wasn't surprised when James joined the dance. His screen showed "JAMES defeated ASH!" Simple minds, simple pleasures. Which had nothing to do with the fact that Meowth himself soon began to grin, and then gave in and joined the celebration.
"MEOWTH defeated PIKACHU!"
To be continued...