A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Gameboy

Part Five


Author's Note: This chapter is transitory, that is, it's been ages since I worked on this story and I thought I'd "get back in the groove." More will be up later today or tomorrow.

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Time has passed. Jessie and James have been busy attempting to capture Pikachu, and, sadly, not succeeding. Their gameboys were left behind while they were out on several missions, and so, although Jessie had caught a Jigglypuff, neither of them had ventured further into Mt. Moon then to discover that they each had an aversion for Zubats.

Now, Jessie and James have returned to their cabin deep in the woods for a little Rest and Relaxation, and to work on their latest plan for capturing the super rodent.

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"JESSIE!"

"WHAT?"

Jessie and James had arrived at the cabin to discover a squad of Squirtles living in it. Naturally, the annoying turtles had flooded the house. After getting rid of the squad (Arbok, Wheezing, Likitung and Victrebell were too beat up to bother trying to capture anything) Jessie and James were faced with clean up detail. Meowth had not accompanied them back to the cabin, being on some kind of secret mission he wouldn't tell them about.

Which was why James was yelling for Jessie from somewhere on the other side of the cabin.

"Where did you put the mop?"

"How should I know? Do I look like I'm supposed to know where it is?" Jessie was not in a good mood. Cleaning was not her favorite activity. In fact, it fell somewhere between filling out reports to the boss and getting shocked by Pikachu.

"You had it last and I need it to clean up the kitchen!"

"Why don't you just use a sponge?"

"The mop is more fun!"

"So?"

"If the kitchen isn't dry, I can't make dinner!"

She hated it when he used logic. Since Jessie had absolutely no idea how to cook anything other than toast, she acquiesced. Grumpily.

"It might be somewhere on the porch!"

"Thanks!"

At least they'd get to eat something other than trail food for dinner tonight. Jessie was sick of dried fruit.

Jessie continued to clean out the closet, putting anything dry aside in a pile and tossing anything wet somewhere towards the hallway. Very boring. Very damp.

She reached for the next box. Not labeled, a major surprise. She really had to talk to Meowth about his organizational skills. Someday they were going to lose something important... Jessie dug around in the box. It was (miraculously) dry, and she pulled out James' Digimon action figures, her own Gundams, some fine china, some books, and two broken pencils. Ridiculous, really. At the bottom of the box was a smaller one, labeled, in clumsy handwriting Jessie recognized as belonging to James and looking like something out of a Calvin and Hobbes comic strip, "Beware! Don't touch, or Mars and Jupiter will get you!"

Mars and Jupiter? That sounded awfully familiar...

Jessie opened the box. Three small handheld units lay there, one red, one atomic purple, and one yellow.

Jessie began to smile.

"Oh, Ja-ames! Guess what I found!"

James debated answering. Usually when Jessie wanted something, it involved physical pain on his part. Still...

"Is it the mop? It wasn't on the porch!"

"The mop? What?" Crashing sounds issued from the hallway. Jessie tumbled into the kitchen, looking very put out and tangled in a rather large number of mops.

"James, remind me never to open the hallway closet again. And remind me to severely injure Meowth when he comes back."

"Hey! You found the mops!"

Jessie muttered something uncomplimentary.

"What are you holding, anyway?" James asked. Having finally acquired a mop (or twelve) he decided to be generous enough not to point out Jessie's rather inelegant entry to the kitchen.

"Remember these?" Jessie waved their gameboys (link cables still attached) in front of her.

"Ooh..."

Simultanously: "Wanna battle?"

Giggling completely uncharacteristically, both immediately sat down at the kitchen table (the floor still unmopped) and began flipping past the opening screens.

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