On their way back from a frightening ordeal on Cinnabar island, Ash and his friends find themselves trapped in a storm.
"This is all your fault Ash, if you hadn't insisted on setting out right away I could be safe and warm on the island still." Misty was clearly not happy.
"Lay off him will ya? It's not his fault he wanted to go home. How long has it been since you've visited your family?" Brock understood why Ash wanted to visit his mom. He missed his family too.
"I could care less about my spoiled sisters. I certainly wouldn't risk getting caught in a freaking tornado to see them."
"Oh it's not that bad. Look, I can see the clouds clearing up over that way." Ash was always trying to look for the bright side of things.
The gang started to run at what looked like a slightly less stormy region up ahead. "Hey! Look!" Misty pointed to the top of a hill where a small cabin sat nestled between the trees.
"Finally. Maybe someone will let us in out of this mess." Said Brock.
As the three kids approached the cozy little cabin, the storm started to wane into a light drizzle. Ash could barely make out a figure standing out on the porch. "Hey, it looks like someone's home!" He breathed a sigh of relief. Ash always assumed the best of strangers, it never occurred to him that the people living in that cabin might be axe murderers. Being a girl, Misty was a little more hesitant to approach the figure.
"Guys, wait up!" Misty called as the boys ran up to the porch. "Oof." Misty bumped into a surprised Ash who had stopped dead in his tracks. "Very funny ash, you nearly broke my nose! I hope you're happy with yourself, you-"
At this point all three of the kids immediately recognized the figure. I knew I recognized this cabin from somewhere. Ash wanted to smack himself for not remembering who it belonged to.
"Oh crap, it's team rocket, hide Pikachu." Brock said as he rolled his eyes and awaited the familiar old speech he hated so much.
"Pikah..." Pikachu noticed something was different. In fact, things were very different now.