It's Hard to Find Good Help When all you do is Fiddle with your Pokedex
By Lisa (hysteria82@hotmail.com)
"I know the plan was to get hired as Professor Oaks assistant and gain his trust in anyway possible" James shouted down from the tree he had recently climbed, "but when he asked if I wanted to help fiddle with his pokedex, I had to say no! Ow! Jessie, would ya stop throwing rocks already!"
jessie, being the friendly understanding person she was, pitched another rock at him.
"Sometimes you have to take one for the team!" she shriek.
"Which team?" Meowth spoke up, figuring it was a good a time as any to throw in some of his feline sarcasm.
"Team rocket of course! What team do you think I'm talking bout...never mind..."
Catching Moewth's drift, she shot a questioning look at her partner...who was currently wearing the pretty pink dress Jessie had wore to the Pokemon Tech Homecoming dance a few years back.
"I'm not gay!" James exclaimed, frowning down at his snickering partners.
"But I'm not! I'm just...sexually diverse. And don't laugh at me...it's not nice." he whined.
"We're not laughing at ya, we're laughing with ya. You're just not joining in." Meowth chuckled, trying to catch his breath.
"Seriously dough, lets dink about dis, Jimmy. Professor Oak is de guy dat invented de pokedex, right? And he's updating and trying to improve it all de time, right?" the cat pokemon asked in his own little mocking way.
"yes..."
"So...theoretically, when de term "fiddling with his pokedex" is used, could he have literally met he wanted help fiddling with his pokedex, pokedex being a small hand held computer used to identify pokemon, rather dan what your sick little mind came up with?"
"...I suppose..." James blushed.
"Well, that was a complete waste of time." his partner, who had run out of decent size rocks to throw, complained.
"Not a complete waste Jessie..."he said, pulling a pokeball out of his matching purse. "I did manage to steal one pokeball on the way out..."
"really?!" they gasped "What's in it?"
"I...don't know...but I'll come down and show you if you promise not to hit me..."
"Find! Just get down here." she agreed impatiently.
Seeing that he was no longer in any real danger, he jumped down beside the red head and the loud mouth Meowth, and threw the pokeball.
"pokeball go!" he yelled, releasing the Pokemon from inside.
***
Meanwhile, Professor Oak was worriedly digging through boxes and cabinets.
"What's wrong, gramps?" his egotistical grandson, Gary, asked as he entered the lab.
"well, I hate to saying this, gary, but I can't seem to find that super charged Votrob you caught earlier..."he trailed off as he heard an explosion outside and the faint sound of three people yelling something about blasting off again...
By Lisa (hysteria82@hotmail.com)
"I know the plan was to get hired as Professor Oaks assistant and gain his trust in anyway possible" James shouted down from the tree he had recently climbed, "but when he asked if I wanted to help fiddle with his pokedex, I had to say no! Ow! Jessie, would ya stop throwing rocks already!"
jessie, being the friendly understanding person she was, pitched another rock at him.
"Sometimes you have to take one for the team!" she shriek.
"Which team?" Meowth spoke up, figuring it was a good a time as any to throw in some of his feline sarcasm.
"Team rocket of course! What team do you think I'm talking bout...never mind..."
Catching Moewth's drift, she shot a questioning look at her partner...who was currently wearing the pretty pink dress Jessie had wore to the Pokemon Tech Homecoming dance a few years back.
"I'm not gay!" James exclaimed, frowning down at his snickering partners.
"But I'm not! I'm just...sexually diverse. And don't laugh at me...it's not nice." he whined.
"We're not laughing at ya, we're laughing with ya. You're just not joining in." Meowth chuckled, trying to catch his breath.
"Seriously dough, lets dink about dis, Jimmy. Professor Oak is de guy dat invented de pokedex, right? And he's updating and trying to improve it all de time, right?" the cat pokemon asked in his own little mocking way.
"yes..."
"So...theoretically, when de term "fiddling with his pokedex" is used, could he have literally met he wanted help fiddling with his pokedex, pokedex being a small hand held computer used to identify pokemon, rather dan what your sick little mind came up with?"
"...I suppose..." James blushed.
"Well, that was a complete waste of time." his partner, who had run out of decent size rocks to throw, complained.
"Not a complete waste Jessie..."he said, pulling a pokeball out of his matching purse. "I did manage to steal one pokeball on the way out..."
"really?!" they gasped "What's in it?"
"I...don't know...but I'll come down and show you if you promise not to hit me..."
"Find! Just get down here." she agreed impatiently.
Seeing that he was no longer in any real danger, he jumped down beside the red head and the loud mouth Meowth, and threw the pokeball.
"pokeball go!" he yelled, releasing the Pokemon from inside.
***
Meanwhile, Professor Oak was worriedly digging through boxes and cabinets.
"What's wrong, gramps?" his egotistical grandson, Gary, asked as he entered the lab.
"well, I hate to saying this, gary, but I can't seem to find that super charged Votrob you caught earlier..."he trailed off as he heard an explosion outside and the faint sound of three people yelling something about blasting off again...