James's eyes fluttered awake as he felt the sensation of being slid across the ground. He was being slid along by someone holding his shoulders, dragging him towards the roadside, about fifty yards away. He saw a lush canopy of sycamore and maple from his skyward viewpoint, and realized that he was still in the forest. Suddenly, he shook off the person holding him and felt his head hit the ground, no longer being supported by the mystery person. He attempted to lift up his upper body, but heard the dragger coming about into his field of vision. It was Jesse! He immediately sat up and wrapped his arms about her ankles.
He gazed up into her crystalline blue eyes and stated meekly, "How did you catch up to me so quickly? You must really care about me!"
He smiled boyishly as he blushed a bright red. Jezebel, still in perfect disguise, smiled back and squatted down to hug him, since he was so overjoyed to see "her." She knew that right when she talked, James would know who it was, so she mustn't speak until she had him in the car or back at the house. This was probably the only time that James would ever want her. Well, he wasn't even wanting her, he was wanting Jesse, but anything was okay with her, as long as she could spend a few sweet moments with him. Still yielding a wide smile across her face, she hugged James and, deciding to get as much out of him as she could during this time of disguise, she kissed him passionately, making him fall back dizzily into the grass.
"Wow, Jesse, I never knew---" His excited chatter was cut off by another kiss from her. Jezebel jumped on top of him and began kissing along his neck, seemingly attempting to make contact with as much exposed skin as she could. Just then James's mojo kicked in and he began kissing her in as many places on her upper body as possible, wrapping his arms around her back and flipping the order around so that he was on top of her.
"Thank you, Jesse," he shyly told the smiling woman beneath him. "You don't know how long I've been dreaming of this."
As Jezebel attempted to remove his shirt, she couldn't help but let a giggle escape. James immediately stopped what he was doing and looked at this woman who he had thought was Jesse. With a confounded look on his face, he questioned the lookalike underneath him. "Jesse?"
Jezebel just smiled seductively and slapped James across the face, for she knew that hitting James was Jesse's habit. James still wasn't sure about who it was and began to stand up.
As he stood up, towering over Jezebel's body, Jezebel thought up an evil idea. Swiftly she kicked James in the groin, figuring that he wouldn't be able to move after that. Besides, she knew that he would've figured out that she was Jezebel and not Jesse in a few seconds anyway.
James immediately doubled over and collapsed on the grass next to her, moaning in utter pain. The sting shot up through his body, paralyzing him to lie on the ground in a ball.
Jezebel took advantage of the situation, stood up quickly, and jogged over to a vine-covered tree. Then, she pulled off a medium-sized monkey vine and ripped it away from the tree. She came back to her victim and, as he lay there in terrible agony, not able to move his hands away from the kicked area, she firmly tied his feet together with the vines, doubling them over to make sure of tightness and durability.
Afterwards, she pulled on the root of another vine so she could break it off to a convenient size to tie his hands together. Successful, she ran back to James, finally beginning to regain movement, and tied him up before he could resist powerfully.
"I hate you, Jezebel!" he yelled at her over and over. In this time James also managed to get out many a call for help, but Jezebel realized that Jesse could track him down much quicker this way, so she abruptly shoved a handful of pebbles into his unsuspecting mouth. After swallowing a few crunchy distasteful rocks, James decided not to yell any more. So, in a few moments Jezebel was back to dragging him, this time by his tied-up feet, toward the ever-nearing roadside.
Jesse spotted a red flash of color as she raced through the forest to catch up with Jezebel and James.
"I think I see them, Meowth!" she exclaimed triumphantly. She began to pick up the pace, running even faster than before. Of course, at this speed, she did not see the hole that she and James had placed so cleverly in this forest so the twerp gang could fall in. She fell into the hole head-first, screaming as she fell the six feet down.
Jezebel had finally reached the roadside. She immediately pulled off her Jesse wig and unveiled a cell phone hidden within her red locks. James, sitting up halfway, fell over anime-style when he saw her taking the phone out of her hair. Jezebel viewed his reaction and began her explanation.
"Well, ahm rich, ain't ah? All rich folks carry around cell phones!"
She pressed a few buttons on the small purple phone and waited a few seconds as the other side rung. After about three rings, the limousine company answered the phone. She began to speak with the desk man.
"Hello... This is Jezebel... Yes... Well, ahm sorry ah had ta call like this, but ahm stuck by the roadside near Fog Forest! Could ya'll send a limo out ta pick me up? ... Thank ya, mister! See ya soon!"
After a quick conversation, Jezebel swung her coiled coiffure round as she hung up, folded up, and placed the phone back in her hair. Giggling convulsively, she knew that she had won.
"Ha! Well, that's all done, James, my sweet! Ya'll are comin' home with Jezebel!"
Turning to focus her gaze on her catch, she saw that James had spit out all of the rocks in his mouth and was now coughing up all the dirty tasting saliva he now had in his mouth.
"James! What on earth are you doin'?" she scolded him. Grinning slyly, she trod on over to where he was struggling with the dirt in his mouth and the vines tying his feet and hands together.
"You betta stop that, James, or you'll get a spankin' when we get home!" James only cringed and tried harder in his attempt to escape. "Well, James, the spankin' is set!"
After pulling herself out of the mud-filled hole and making her way towards the road once again, Jesse, along with Meowth, finally emerged from the brush dotting the roadsides to see Jezebel standing above a tied-up James, about forty yards away.
"JAMES!" she yelled towards him. James heard her voice and yelled back over to her.
"HELP ME, JESSE!"
"I'M COMING!"
Jesse raced closer and closer to where he and Jezebel were, but just as she came within leaping distance, a limousine pulled up and stopped beside them. As fast as lightning, the limo driver jumped out of his seat, abruptly snatched up James and Jezebel, tossed them into the limo, shut the door, and hopped back into his seat to pull back onto the road. Jesse stopped in front of the tinted windows where James was trapped inside the car. In a last ditch effort to communicate, James rolled down the window a tad and shouted out to Jesse one last time.
"She's taking me to the estate!"
The limousine drove off as fast as it had came, disappearing over a hill and completely going out of all ranges of all senses.
Jesse stomped angrily on the ground as Meowth finally caught up to her, panting.
"That horrid bitch, Jezebel, took James back to the estate!" she growled. "How are we going to get there?"
"Try hitchhiking, Jesse; it always woiks. Stick ya thumb out inta traffic. A goyal as pretty as you's gotta be picked up quickly."
Jesse did as instructed and, soon enough, the next passerby offered to give her a ride in his truck. He was a bearded mountain man with a large belly, an unkempt fellow somewhat resembling a woodlands hermit. His clothes were filthy, his pickup was rusty, but it was a ride that she would have to accept if she wanted to save her James before Jezebel got her paws on him.
Crawling into the passenger-side seat, Jesse put on her sweetest expression as she asked the scruffy man if she could bring along her meowth. Of course, the man had to oblige. Once seated and back on the road, Jesse directed the man to head off to where James's estate lay waiting.
