AKA Pokewrite drabble No. 13. This one actually changed quite a bit, due to both adding a key detail and a whole other scene. Prompts were behind closed doors, persimmons, and password. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon. Otherwise I would use Team Rocket to...nevermind.
Just Another Glorious Day
"Too many people miss the silver lining because they're expecting gold." - Maurice Setter
"Apple!"
Permission denied.
"Grapes!"
Permission denied.
"Riceball!"
"That's not even a fruit!"
Permission denied. Permission denied.
Team Rocket had a problem. Their newest machine, modeled after a Metagross but at least thrice as big, had finally arrived. Only, it had a password. That didn't come in the instructions. The guidelines only said it was based on a fruit. Specifically, "The password is a fruit, such as an orange, a crab or an apple."
Jessie was ready to tear out her hair in rage. What idiot thought it was a good idea to withhold the actual password from the actual owners? And what idiot wrote crab as a fruit? And people accused them of being dumb! It was ridiculous! They could easy overpower those twerps with this massive behemoth of a machine, once they were behind its closed doors. If they could only just get inside it!
"Banana?" said James to the machine.
Permission denied.
"How many fruits are there Jessie?" asked James.
"I don't know!" Jessie snapped.
James cringed back. "Sorry…"
Jesse huffed, but her expression softened. "Seriously, there's probably hundreds of different types of fruit. And that's not even counting the Pokemon berries…"
"Ya got that thing working yet?" asked Meowth as walked up to them, back from his hunt for food. Many berries and fruits were in the large basket he carried over his head. Meowth never was much for hunting flesh-and-blood meals. Jessie scanned over the food, but all of them were things she and James had already tried as the password.
"No," Jessie growled, snatching a fruit and biting into it. Almost immediately she spit it out. "What is this thing? It tastes horrible!"
"Oh that? It's from a persimmon tree," Meowth explained. "Guess it must not've been ripe enough."
"...Persimmon?" asked Jessie. She and James looked at each other, and then back at the machine.
"Persimmon!" they shouted together.
A pause.
Premission denied.
"Damn it!" they both hissed.
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With the help of Meowth's lock picking claws, a crowbar, some gum, one of James's less desirable bottle caps, and a well-aimed kick by Jessie, they finally managed to get into the damn thing. After fiddling with the inside controls for about fifteen minutes, they eventually rose of the ground like a drunken UFO and headed off to face the twerps once again.
They never did figure out what the password was. They didn't need to, because Ash and his Pikachu trashed it just like all the rest.
But as they lay in the treetops they landed in, covered in soot and half-paralyzed from the electric shocks, they didn't care. For even though they failed again, even though this machine got wrecked too, it was worth it. Those few minutes, where their Metagross flew over everything like it was Arceus itself, were glorious. All those laser beams they fired everywhere were awesome too. And it was all theirs, for those few moments.
They gazed up at the emerging stars for a few more moments. Then they whipped out the mail-order booklet and began browsing for the next great machine.
They loved their jobs.
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So, did you figure out the password? XP
So I think the reason TR still does what they do is because they enjoy their life, even with the up and downs and constant defeats. What do you think?
