Jesse began to panic. Her only chance to live might be an impossible chance. With Meowth clawing at the door furiously, attempting to scrape off the drying mud caking the door cracks, Jesse shoved and kicked the door with all her might. As the truck sank deeper and deeper, Jesse used her last bits of strength to get the rusty, mud-swallowed door opened.
Finally the truck door's hinges broke with a mighty crack and the door toppled off into the mud and sank as quickly as it had landed. With a gigantic sigh of relief, Jesse jumped out of the truck as far away from it as she could muster, with Meowth hanging onto her by her long red strands. The pair plodded through the mud and reached the grass by the roadside within minutes. Exhausted, they fell on the ground in a heap. Panting, Jesse spoke to her little buddy next to her.

"Oh, thank goodness, Meowth! We made it!"

"Ya, we lived, Jess! I dunno if anyone else coulda done what we jus done."

After another hour of driving, Jezebel and James reached the estate. The intelligent woman realized that if James's parents saw her wearing the Team Rocket costume, they'd probably think that she was Jesse and throw her out without question. In front of James, Jezebel took off the Team Rocket skirt to reveal a small checkered miniskirt she had on underneath. The plain black Team Rocket shirt and black and white skirt would do fine for now. All the while James glared at her, angry enough to taste the revenge that he so desired.

Snickering evilly, the redhead woman opened the window between the back of the limo and the driver, handed a fifty-dollar bill to the limo driver, and spoke to him in hushed tones, most likely wanting him to do some extra service. James pondered about whatever she could have done that for, but he soon found out.

"Yay, James, we'a at the house!"

She put her arms around his waist and squeezed him tightly. As James tried to shake away, she let go and watched the limousine driver come over and open her door for her. Before she got out of the limousine, though, she had to say something else to annoy James even further.

"Now, don't ya'll try an' escape on me, eitha!"

The driver then hastily shut Jezebel's door and walked around to the other side of the vehicle. Slowly he opened James's door as James tried to kick his hand.

"LET ME OUT OF HERE!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. "This is illegal, kidnapping me like this!"

He squirmed again, kicking his legs out towards the open door. Suddenly, the limousine driver leaned into the vehicle and held his shoulders back towards the back of the seat. While he was doing this, Jezebel crawled in and undid one of the vines twisted around a wrist. She then took the tied hand, shoved the vine under his belt, and pulled it through to his other flailing arm. Giggling, she retied the other wrist. Now James wouldn't be able to use his arms at all.

Humming a happy tune, Jezebel stepped out of the vehicle as the short stout limousine driver yanked James by the back of his shirt out of the vehicle onto the concrete of the estate driveway.

"Oww! That hurt!" the purple-haired man complained. He stumbled awkwardly on the solid ground, trying desperately to jerk away from the man holding him.

Jezebel gestured to the man.

"Now, bring'm inta the estate! I'll op'n the door for ya'll ta get through as simply as possible!"

The young woman whirled around and ran towards the main estate doors, her checkered skirt blowing in the breeze. James tried his hardest to pull away from his restraint, but just couldn't do it. He was forced into the estate and down the steep narrow stairs to the dungeon, the place he hated the most in the world.

Meanwhile, Jesse sat up near the roadside, panting heavily, still attempting to catch her breath.

"Meowth," she panted, "how are we going to get to James's estate in time? Jezebel has him in a tight hold for their wedding plan."

"Well, maybe stick ya thumb out again. Maybe we can get anotha hitchhike."

"The last person wrecked, though, Meowth."

The pair watched the truck sink deeper and deeper into the mud, until they heard an odd sound. The sound of a person talking. It was fuzzy reception, but as Jesse listened intently for it, she could swear that it was some walkie-talkie or such. They continued hearing the sound, trying to pinpoint where it was coming from, until they finally realized it.

"Da truck's makin' da noise, Jesse. Dere mus' be some kinda transmitta in da vehicle," Meowth stated with a hint of curiosity in his voice.

He crept out onto a fallen log setting atop the mud. It led nearer to the truck than where he was sitting before. "I'll tell ya what it says, Jesse. I can hear it betta over here."

The catlike pokemon reached the end of the log and balanced himself on it so as not to have the log tilt under the more weight on one side. He listened for the sound.

"Is …. nyone there? This... the Boss... Ov…" The voice automatically registered in Meowth's mind as the Boss of Team Rocket! There was a small pause.

"I will send…. down to check…. the mission to kill Jesse…. completed…. ver…."

Within seconds Meowth was back at Jesse's side, telling her about the scheme to kill her. Jesse was shocked.

"You mean…. the Boss is trying to kill me?" She held her hand up to strike him. "Don't lie to me, Meowth."

"Yes, Jesse! Da wreck inta da lake musta just been a plot ta kill us."

"But, why would he want to kill me?"

The two sat in silence, with only the faint sound of the transmitter buzzing, and contemplated the question. Jesse was dumbfounded about this whole thing. Why would the Boss want to kill her, anyway? She was the only member of this 3-member Rocket group that actually went through with plans. Maybe they had failed with trying to capture Pikachu, but oh well. It was only one pokemon. She really wanted Meowth to be wrong about the whole killing plan, but by the time she thought to perhaps crawl out to the truck to hear again for the transmitter, the whole truck was engulfed in mud and was out of sight and sound. Even the transmitter buzzes and fuzzes weren't heard anymore.

She hadn't seen any sign of the driver since she had woken up and wondered where the jerk could be. The driver had been gone for more than an hour; he had escaped the lake while the truck was sinking with Jesse and Meowth inside. Jesse suddenly shot up from her low seated position.

"Meowth! Maybe Giovanni got Jezebel to work for him to kill James as the truck driver was trying to kill me! OH, NOO!" The usually emotionless woman crumpled down onto the road, sobbing. Meowth tried to comfort her as he pulled her limp body off the dangerous pathway.

As he tugged with all his might, Meowth noticed something about Jesse that he knew he would see one day in full view. Jesse was in despair over James, when usually all the emotion she ever showed towards the man was anger.

He thought to himself, "Man, I hope dose kids get taggeda soon. Dey were always meant for each utha." He listened to Jesse's continuous sobs. "James really cares 'bout Jess, he stares at her ev'ry night, an' Jess always cries ev'ry mornin' 'fore he wakes up in regret for her horrid treatment of him. Maybe soon dey'll catch each utha cryin' o'er each utha. Of course, James has gotsa be saved foyst."

He successfully pulled the pitiful figure of Jesse off the road and stuck his thumb out for a hitchhike.

After about a half-hour a small red station wagon pulled over. There were three kids sitting in the back of the vehicle. One had a ball cap pulled over a mass of thick black hair, one had squinty eyes and black hair, and one, the girl between the two boys, had choppy red hair put into a messy pony tail. But before he could scream out in recognition, the boy in the ball cap had to.

"It's Team Rocket!" Ash exclaimed.

Meowth gaped in a flood of sheer bad luck. There were the twerps in the back seat. And, sitting up front next to Ash's mother, the driver of the vehicle, was a being that he was both petrified of and jealous of. A being that could kill him before he could even ask a question to the twerp gang in the back of the car.