Time: 4:15
Place: Rocket Secret Hideout
Character: Ken
"We need signs," I said to Mel, and she gave me a weird look.
"Signs?" she asked. I nodded.
"You know. Signs that say 'Rocket Secret Hideout This Way' or 'Don't Miss The Rocket Secret Hideout!'"
"What?" She gave me a look like I was insane again. Which probably would be true if I didn't find some way out of Team Rocket.
"How are we going to explain to your dad that we caught something?" I asked. See, if we caught anything without permission, it would be taken from us and reported as stolen.
"Easy. I'll tell my dad I stole it, and he'll be so happy he'll let me have it." I knew then how desperate she was to have a new Pokémon. She would usually just let them take it. She hated being a Rocket and all that came with it. Same as I did.
Neither of us really WANTED to be part of TR5, but, since our parents were Rockets, we had no choice. Mel's parents, Jessie and James, were the co-leaders of Team Rocket, my mom and dad were the other famous duo, Butch and Cassidy. But, thanks to our reluctance to be villains, Mel and I were only Scouts.
Saying she stole the Pokémon, or better yet that WE stole the Pokémon, would move at least her, if not both of us, up to Thief level, a place she definitely didn't want to go.
When we got to the door, I was surprised to see Scott and Lora guarding the door, instead of the usual Brian and Jen. Since they were pretty good friends with me, I hoped they would let us through. But I guess they suspected Mel, because they stopped us.
"Hold on a second," said Lora, moving in front of the door.
"Let us through, Lora, we're just bringing Pokémon back from the Center," said Mel coolly. She showed Lora and Scott the six pokéballs.
"What's in 'em?" asked Scott suspiciously. Mel opened five of the six pokéballs. There was an Arbok, my Scyther, a Beedrill, a Raticate, and Mel's Eevee. "What about the other one?"
"THAT one Ken and I stole from some wannabe trainer, and we are going to take it right now to show my da-er, the Boss. Satisfied?" Mel could be really Rocket-ish when she wanted to, a thing she inherited from Jessie.
"YOU stole a Pokémon? You, the great, sympathetic Melodi? Yeah right," said Lora sarcastically, with a look at me. She had no idea I felt the same way as Mel about Pokémon and TR5.
"I was right there, and I helped her steal it. So, if you would kindly let us by..." I shoved Lora out of the way (rudeness was expected in TR5) and opened the door, letting Mel go in front of me.
We ran straight to her room and she opened the new pokéball. Inside was a Pidgey that we hadn't had time to go back and leave at the Pokémon center. We had to be back by the time dinner was served.
Mel petted the Pidgey, which looked like we SHOULD have left it at the Pokémon Center. "What were you saying earlier, about signs?" she asked.
"Um...nothing...just trying to joke, maybe get rid of the tension...you know...about Pidgey..."
"Which reminds me, I have everyone's Pokémon still. Come with me to give them back, would you?" Mel asked. I nodded and took the pokéball with my own Scyther in it, and grabbed the pokéball that held Justin's Raticate, and hurried to his room.
When I knocked, I got the usual "Buzz off" from Justin, but I knew better than to listen to that, so I opened the door.
"Whaddya want?" Justin asked, annoyed. I threw him his pokéball and he caught it with his eyes closed.
"I didn't want anything. But I thought YOU might want your Pokémon back," I said in a Rocket-ish voice. I closed the door and sprinted back down the hall to where Mel was waiting for me.
"Now we have to give Mom's Arbok back," she said, with a bit of foreboding in her voice. She started down the long hall to the Boss's room. I followed a little behind her, a way to show that she had the authority. We entered the Boss's dimly lit room nearly silently, Mel clutching the pokéball that held Pidgey.
"Hello, Melodi, have you brought back my Arbok?" asked Jessie. Mel nodded, and handed her Arbok's pokéball. She then walked over to where James was sitting and handed him Pidgey's pokéball.
"What's this? Did you catch a Pokémon without permission?" asked James. He switched on the light on his desk, which shone on Mel's smiling face.
"Not exactly. I did something that will make you very proud of me. Or rather, WE did," Mel said, grabbing my arm and pulling me into the light as well.
"And what exactly did you do?" asked James suspiciously. Mel's smile got even wider, and I smiled too, a fake smile, but a smile all the same.
"We stole this Pokémon, together, from some little nothing trainer on the way home," she said proudly, but I knew she was hating every word.
"Both of you? Together?" asked Jessie, a dreamy look in her eyes. "Just like we used to, James, though we never actually got to steal anything...wonderful job, Melodi, I knew you were a Rocket deep inside!" said Jessie, and she got up from her chair and hugged Mel.
"Yes, and for your fine work at stealing your first Pokémon without getting caught, you can keep this...this..." James paused.
"Pidgey," I supplied.
"PIDGEY??? Is that ALL you managed to steal??" James yelled, and Mel backed away so fast she knocked into me, and I fell over.
"I...I...I was...was hoping...I just wanted to please you!" Mel said, and burst into (fake) tears. James's eyes softened at this, and he handed her back the pokéball.
"Alright for your first attempt, but I don't think you're ready to leave Scout level yet, either of you. But I will remember this when the time comes to consider a promotion." James waved a hand, and I got up and both of us left. When we were out the door, Mel ran to her room.
I wanted to run after her, but I decided to go to my own room instead. I already had my six Pokémon, I didn't need that Pidgey, and I figured Mel just wanted to be alone after that performance for her parents.
Place: Rocket Secret Hideout
Character: Ken
"We need signs," I said to Mel, and she gave me a weird look.
"Signs?" she asked. I nodded.
"You know. Signs that say 'Rocket Secret Hideout This Way' or 'Don't Miss The Rocket Secret Hideout!'"
"What?" She gave me a look like I was insane again. Which probably would be true if I didn't find some way out of Team Rocket.
"How are we going to explain to your dad that we caught something?" I asked. See, if we caught anything without permission, it would be taken from us and reported as stolen.
"Easy. I'll tell my dad I stole it, and he'll be so happy he'll let me have it." I knew then how desperate she was to have a new Pokémon. She would usually just let them take it. She hated being a Rocket and all that came with it. Same as I did.
Neither of us really WANTED to be part of TR5, but, since our parents were Rockets, we had no choice. Mel's parents, Jessie and James, were the co-leaders of Team Rocket, my mom and dad were the other famous duo, Butch and Cassidy. But, thanks to our reluctance to be villains, Mel and I were only Scouts.
Saying she stole the Pokémon, or better yet that WE stole the Pokémon, would move at least her, if not both of us, up to Thief level, a place she definitely didn't want to go.
When we got to the door, I was surprised to see Scott and Lora guarding the door, instead of the usual Brian and Jen. Since they were pretty good friends with me, I hoped they would let us through. But I guess they suspected Mel, because they stopped us.
"Hold on a second," said Lora, moving in front of the door.
"Let us through, Lora, we're just bringing Pokémon back from the Center," said Mel coolly. She showed Lora and Scott the six pokéballs.
"What's in 'em?" asked Scott suspiciously. Mel opened five of the six pokéballs. There was an Arbok, my Scyther, a Beedrill, a Raticate, and Mel's Eevee. "What about the other one?"
"THAT one Ken and I stole from some wannabe trainer, and we are going to take it right now to show my da-er, the Boss. Satisfied?" Mel could be really Rocket-ish when she wanted to, a thing she inherited from Jessie.
"YOU stole a Pokémon? You, the great, sympathetic Melodi? Yeah right," said Lora sarcastically, with a look at me. She had no idea I felt the same way as Mel about Pokémon and TR5.
"I was right there, and I helped her steal it. So, if you would kindly let us by..." I shoved Lora out of the way (rudeness was expected in TR5) and opened the door, letting Mel go in front of me.
We ran straight to her room and she opened the new pokéball. Inside was a Pidgey that we hadn't had time to go back and leave at the Pokémon center. We had to be back by the time dinner was served.
Mel petted the Pidgey, which looked like we SHOULD have left it at the Pokémon Center. "What were you saying earlier, about signs?" she asked.
"Um...nothing...just trying to joke, maybe get rid of the tension...you know...about Pidgey..."
"Which reminds me, I have everyone's Pokémon still. Come with me to give them back, would you?" Mel asked. I nodded and took the pokéball with my own Scyther in it, and grabbed the pokéball that held Justin's Raticate, and hurried to his room.
When I knocked, I got the usual "Buzz off" from Justin, but I knew better than to listen to that, so I opened the door.
"Whaddya want?" Justin asked, annoyed. I threw him his pokéball and he caught it with his eyes closed.
"I didn't want anything. But I thought YOU might want your Pokémon back," I said in a Rocket-ish voice. I closed the door and sprinted back down the hall to where Mel was waiting for me.
"Now we have to give Mom's Arbok back," she said, with a bit of foreboding in her voice. She started down the long hall to the Boss's room. I followed a little behind her, a way to show that she had the authority. We entered the Boss's dimly lit room nearly silently, Mel clutching the pokéball that held Pidgey.
"Hello, Melodi, have you brought back my Arbok?" asked Jessie. Mel nodded, and handed her Arbok's pokéball. She then walked over to where James was sitting and handed him Pidgey's pokéball.
"What's this? Did you catch a Pokémon without permission?" asked James. He switched on the light on his desk, which shone on Mel's smiling face.
"Not exactly. I did something that will make you very proud of me. Or rather, WE did," Mel said, grabbing my arm and pulling me into the light as well.
"And what exactly did you do?" asked James suspiciously. Mel's smile got even wider, and I smiled too, a fake smile, but a smile all the same.
"We stole this Pokémon, together, from some little nothing trainer on the way home," she said proudly, but I knew she was hating every word.
"Both of you? Together?" asked Jessie, a dreamy look in her eyes. "Just like we used to, James, though we never actually got to steal anything...wonderful job, Melodi, I knew you were a Rocket deep inside!" said Jessie, and she got up from her chair and hugged Mel.
"Yes, and for your fine work at stealing your first Pokémon without getting caught, you can keep this...this..." James paused.
"Pidgey," I supplied.
"PIDGEY??? Is that ALL you managed to steal??" James yelled, and Mel backed away so fast she knocked into me, and I fell over.
"I...I...I was...was hoping...I just wanted to please you!" Mel said, and burst into (fake) tears. James's eyes softened at this, and he handed her back the pokéball.
"Alright for your first attempt, but I don't think you're ready to leave Scout level yet, either of you. But I will remember this when the time comes to consider a promotion." James waved a hand, and I got up and both of us left. When we were out the door, Mel ran to her room.
I wanted to run after her, but I decided to go to my own room instead. I already had my six Pokémon, I didn't need that Pidgey, and I figured Mel just wanted to be alone after that performance for her parents.