A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Gameboy!

Part Twelve!

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Meowth sat alone at the kitchen table. His [stupider] human partners would be back soon, but for now he was enjoying being alone.

That is, alone with his gameboy.

Though Meowth was generally no farther along in the game then James and Jessie, he leveled up his pokemon with fierce intensity, possibly due to the boredom he would otherwise face while waiting for the world to acknowldege him as its supreme leader.

Consequently, Meowth was currently working his way through the endless maze of trainers gaurding the northern area of Pokeland. There really wasn't much point to them, because one could always turn around and hit the pokecenter (nothing like the caves and the mass of Zubats), but they were an opprotunity for more level-up points, and besides, he did want to finish the game.

So on Meowth went. Battle, battle, battle... Was that a cabin off in the far distance? The house of Bill?

Meowth tried to think back to Bill. Oh, yes, the idiot who got caught in his own pokemon costume. Meowth snickered at the memory. Team Rocket costumes always came with easy-rips built in for dramitic costume changes.

Probably not much to worry about. He went inside the house. (But hadn't it been a light tower on the show?)

Wow. Such... similiar decor to everything else in Pokeland... And just what was his precious Pikachu doing?!

"Aww, look. Meowth's pet found a little love interest."

"Too bad it won't last."

"Maybe Meowh will go soft and abandon his game in favor of his poor little one."

Meowth turned around to find human members of Team Rocket-that is, Butch and Cassidy-sprawled about the kitchen.

"Go away."

"We would," said Cassidy, "but I'm out of hairspray and Jessie's the only other person I know who keeps ten gallons of Duct Spray around at all times."

"Besides," Butch added, "We want to see what Pikachu does when he discovers the idiocy of Bill."

Meowth sighed. "Whatever."

He continued to play along with the pre-programed drama.

"Aw, he doesn't know what happened." Cassidy sounded very sad.

"He'll spend the rest of his days wondering what it was about him that turned her off." Butch didn't sound very sad. He sounded like he had already smoked twenty packs of cigarettes that day.

"Ooh, he gave you a ticket for the Saint Anne!" Butch was very excited.

"What are you going to do now?" Cassidy thrust a microphone in Meowth's face.

"Look at pictures of assorted Eevee evolutions, because I really need to know just what a Flareon looks like."

Cassidy turns to face a camera Butch has suddenly procured.

"Well, there you have it, folks. One more useless aspect to a game that has people and pokemon everywhere enthralled. Kids, if you aren't threatening your parents for more merchandise now, you should be!"

"And don't forget to petiton for the new Butch and Cassidy dolls, available in good stores everywhere!"

Meowth rolled his eyes.

"And this is why no one cared when you managed to get yourselves thrown in jail. Can't you go watch TV or something?"

"But we want to play with you!" said Butch.

"And besides, Raticate has on Days of our Lives. I hate that show."

"Really?"

"Really?"

Meowth and Butch both race to the living room and the TV.

Cassidy shook her head and picked Meowth's brightly colored gameboy unit. "Does this mean I can beat up Lt Surge for you?" she called.

Meowth raced back in, snatched the unit out of her hands, and raced back.

"Guess not." Cassidy thought about that for a minute.

"Fortunately, I brought a spare." Using her own goldenrod-colored gameboy, she sat down to play.

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Results are in! Evidently, everyone wants me to continue this fic forever and ever... Or something like that. Thanks to everyone who voted! The last poll was so successful, I now have a new one!

A: Butch and Cassidy should become integral parts of this fic.

B: They should finsih up this guest appearance and then dissapear forever.

C: They can turn up every now and then as long as Jessie and James never go away again.

D: Who?

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