"Pika-pika!" Pikachu said, when he ran up to Meowth.
"Oh, Really? That's so cool!" Meowth said.
"Meowth, what are you doing! You can't talk to him! We're the bad guys, remember?" Jessie said, and then she slapped him.
"What! Can't we have a little chat? James has tea parties with his pet rocks!" He debated, holding up a rock that's dressed in a tutu. James ran up and grabbed the rock, crying:
"NOOOO! Christine!" Then he ran away and accidentally tripped over Miroku, the pet rock with a purple toga on, and fell off a cliff.
"No! I'm going to' go broke paying all the bills for the emergency room! That's the 365th Time this year! Mama's going to be mad for having to loan me more money!" Jessie said, in her annoyingly high-pitched squeaky voice. This gave Meowth an idea. But first… "Why do you live with your mom, anyway? You're what, 28? 29? I mean jeez!" Meowth said. Now that he asked that, there was nothing standing in the way of his evil plan. Nothing could possibly go wrong.
Author's note- Okay, The reason I made this chapter so short, is because I can't decide whether or not to make the next chapter PG13 or R. It's supposed to be very gory…or at least as gory as I can make it, if it's R. I need opinions! (Not to be mistaken for the word: Onions)…
