Shut up, Already!
By: kawaii-Cherimu130
It was quiet. Too quiet, as Jessie stuffed her hands into her fleece pockets. You could see her breath turn into a snowy haze, and watch it drift up into the sky. It was, in fact, one of the early signs of Christmas coming. For most people, the sane ones, anyway, this brought joy.
For Jessie, it brought massive eye twitchings.
Every year Jessie, James, and Meowth would go downtown to shop for Christmas presents. James would always clap his hands in delight, and every once in awhile you could hear him yell in happiness as he stared in awe at the fancy items in the display cases. Meowth would always talk--constantly. Last year, Meowth's ramblings of Christmas cheer drove Jessie to the point of tossing his ass into the nearest dumpster. As for Jessie, she always folded her arms across her chest, trying to drowned out the insane yells and ramblings of her fellow idiots. I mean, teammates.
Ah, yes. Christmas. The time of year where everyone got on everybody's nerves, and the prices of the blonde, and very ditzy, Barbie dolls went through the roof.
"I wanna catch 'dat Pikachu, become 'da boss's top cat again, make lots 'an lots of money, meet Santa Claus, git a hoit girlfriend, shop 'wit you guys, git a betta hot air baloon, recored eps. of The Price is Right, drink some hot cocoa, build a snowman, watch Youtube allllllll day long, learn a new language, get some beer, get Fergie's new CD, write a book 'bout women hazzards, 'an I wanna get yaw 'da best Christmas gifts eva!"
Meowth shouted out happily as he leapt in front of his two partners. James' cheeks were red as roses, and his gasps for air became even more muffled as Jessie placed 13 packages on top of the other presents James wa holding.
"Jessie...too...much...spleen...hurting...lungs...stopping...must...have...a...beer..." James mumbled. He threw his arms up into the air, causing all 25 presents to fly onto the ground. Both Jessie and Meowth cringed as they heard the familor crash and bam of their presents. James fell onto the icy ground, closing his eyes as if he were about to get punched in the face.
"James!" Jessie screamed. James opened his eyes, and stared up at the puffy white clouds in exuastion. "Are you listening to me?!" Jessie cried angrily. James blinked. "Huh? Oh! Yeah...I heard every word 'ya said, Jess." James lied as he rose to his feet, his hand on his hip. "I think I broke my back...ohhhh..."
Jessie scrowled. "Moron..." she mumbled angerily. "Pick up the presents, and let's get outta here." Jessie turned around, and walked ahead of James and Meowth.
"Awwww! Jessie's maaaad!" Meowth mused. James glared at him, a murderous look in his eye. "Oh, just shut up, already!" He growled, bending over to pick up the presents. As James reached out for the 5th present, a gust of wind blew right past him, sending the packages flying against the concrete...again.
"Arghhh! Noooo!" James cried, hurling himself to the ground. "Not again!!!" he mouned, covering his face with his hands. "Ya lose some, ya win some, Jimmy." Meowth giggled. James frowned. He quickly snatched the frightened feline in one quick grab, and walked over to the rusted dumpster that sat by one of the shops. James opened the dumpster lid, trying to fight off Meowth's claws at the same time, and tossed him in ther big green trashcan."Just shut up..." James hissed as he walked over to the presents. He scooped them up in his arms, and began to walk off slowly.
He hummed a catchy tune as he walked down the sidewalk, hearing Meowth's pleas to open the smelly dumpster all the way.
A/N: A funny drabble, no? Yeah, the humor sucks, I know. I couldn't think of anything else, though. Anyway, happy holidays!