Gary and Ash finally got James' one-piece PJ's down and revealed the truth: whether James wore boxers, panties or briefs! One was bearing his teeth, the other was cheering.
"DAMN IT! He wears boxers!" Gary cursed his ill luck.
James sniffed, a bit miffed. "I happen to like my boxers, thank you…" he wriggled a bit more to try to zip his PJ's up again but he was now tied by the wrists and ankles. Good thing they didn't catch me in Jessie's undies…he thought.
"Well…hand 'em over, Gary!" Ash crowed.
"Man…" Gary complained. "I'll give 'em to ya later…" he started counting off his cheerleaders on his fingers. "There goes Natasha and Claire and Amy and Betty and Michelle…"
James' curiosity got the better of him. "How many cheerleaders do you have? And why do you have over fifty?"
Gary blushed. "They also make up my harem. Brock is a regular customer with them."
Ash and James sweatdropped as they didn't need to know the last detail.
"Well, we're gonna pay a visit to your lovely home, James," Gary stood up.
"Mansion?! AGHH!!" James stood up, fell over and started inching on the floor like an overgrown caterpie.
They cornered him.
"Any last requests?" Ash sneered.
"Umm…" James thought for a moment. It had to be a good request…. "Can you pull my pajamas up for me?" he asked, sweatdropping. The boys fell over.
"Oh...Okay." Ash zipped up James' pajamas. "I guess you do get one request after all."
"I thought it was supposed to be a phone call," Gary wondered.
"Heck with it, we'll give him one of each." Ash went to pick up the hotel phone. "Okay, James, who do you want to call?"
"Je-"
"Figures…I shouldn't have even asked…" Ash sighed and dialed the pay phone number in the mall he wrote down earlier to freak people out when it rings.
Back at the mall….
"WHERE'S JAMES?! WHERE'S JAMES?! WHERE'S JAMES?!" Jessie slammed down what was left of the metal bench and panted.
The pay phone next to her rang and Jessie answered it, fairly pissed that she still hadn't found James.
"Hello, you've reached Wooly and Hose's residence. We're busy making out in front of the jewelry store so hang up the damn phone before they sic Knickerchu on you," she retorted and was about to hang up when she heard James meep on the other line and put the earpiece to her ear.
"Uh…Jess?" James asked meekly.
"Oh! Hello, Hose!" Jessie said sweetly. "WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!" she screamed. James whined.
"Jessie~! They tied me up and made bets on what kind of underwear I wear!" James cried through the phone.
"Boxers," Jessie replied instantly. "Today, anyway."
"…How did you know?" James asked.
"I pay attention to those things."
"…..anyways…HEELLLLLLPPPPPP!!!!!!!!" James screamed through the phone. Jessie pulled the phone away from her ear and held it twenty feet away from her. When he stopped screaming, she screamed at him for nearly making her deaf.
"Jessie! Help! They're holding me hostage! They're-"
Gary reached over and pushed the little tab that makes the phone hang up. Jessie nearly strangled the phone.
"James? JAMES?!" Jessie yelled into the phone. After making sure the line was really dead(and that the public phone was thoroughly smashed to bits) she sat on the floor and sulked.
Back at the hotel, James was starting to bawl again for Gary's heartless action.
"Why did you do that?!" he wailed endlessly. Gary folded his arms and sighed before explaining the obvious.
"We can't let her rescue you." Ash pushed Gary out of the way.
"Yeah, ol' Jezebelle really wants you back. She hired us to kidnap you and everything and now…Gary and I will control the WORLD!" Ash laughed evilly until Gary punched him in the nose.
"Why the hell did you tell him about our evil plan?!" he screamed. Ash cowered and mumbled something that sounded like "bad guy rule #89". James sat straight up and started reciting Bad Guy Rule #89.
"…always tell your plans to your victim in great detail and how you did it, why you did it and what you shall accomplish from it," he said. Ash and Gary stared at him. James shrugged. "I am a bad guy, duh."
Meanwhile, back at the mall, Jessie was sitting on the fountain talking to Hose the sock puppet. Suddenly, Meowth and his girlfriend, Nicole show up and Jessie screams, nearly falling into the fountain.
"Hey, Jess! Ya dun' have money on ya by the way, do ya?" Meowth asked. Jessie screamed at him and threw a large rock at his face before facing the other way. Nicole brushed up against Jessie's leg in reassurance and looked at her.
"What's wrong?" Nicole asked and this time, Jessie did fall in the warm-water fountain. Wiping the wet hair from her face, Jessie stared at the cat.
"Y-you talk too?!" she uttered, not knowing what else to say. Nicole blushed.
"Meowth taught me."
"T'anks to da wonderful "Learn to Speak Human in 72 Hours" video and sing-along tape!" Meowth grinned. Jessie's eyes became small dots and she becomes cross-eyed and pouts.
"Thrilled…" she grumbled. "Anyways, James was kidnapped by those hoodlums and I don't know where he is and-" Jessie paused. "HE WAS PROPOSING TO ME TOO!" she screamed and got out of the fountain to continue her violent attacks on unanimous objects. The two pokè-kitties both sweatdrop. Happosai drops from the sky and Jessie starts running and soon arrives at James' mansion. The perverted old man tried to glomp her but she kicked him all the way to China. With all the racket going on outside, Hopkins opens the door and delivers Jessie to the room of "really weird gym equipment".
"James!" she cried as she saw James wearing a black tux with his hair in a little ponytail. He was also tied up and gagged and he was screaming like there was no tomorrow. Well, theoretically, if he did get married to Jezebelle, there WOULDN'T be a tomorrow for him anyways.
"Mmph! Jemph!" he cried out, muffled by the gag. Jezebelle arrived on cue in her lion tamer's outfit, pulling her whip taunt.
"Perfect timin', you horrible woman! Always tryin' to take mah sugar away!" she chuckled. James struggled violently in his bonds. "Now you get to see our first kiss!" she said happily and leans over the petrified James, pursing her lips in a very ladylike fashion. Jessie's eyes bulged in surprised anger. James screamed an unmistakable "no" through his gag. Unable to take the sight, Jessie hits the deranged redhead from behind and ties her to a piece of equipment that looked like a bench press. James struggled even harder with his bonds, going crazy until Jessie finally took his gag off.
"That tux doesn't look half bad on you…" she commented as she untied the ropes.
"Oh, please," James grunted indignantly and took off his jacket and shirt before hugging Jessie tightly. Jezebelle fumed, kicking her legs frustrated in the air.
"How improper, James, mah sweet! Exposin' yourself to women like her!" she scowled. Jessie and James get evil grins and lean over halfway and hit their rears with their hands a la Trunks(or Pichu). Jezebelle started crying bitterly. "Oh no, Gawd! Ah've lost you forevah!" She continues crying as Jessie and James leave the mansion, leaving her still tied to the bench press-thing.
Soon, Jessie and James are back at the fountain, making out and giggling happily in bathing suits. Jessie starts tracing a circle on James' chest.
"James…" she whispered.
"Hmm?" James looked at her and then down at his chest, following the movements of her finger. Jessie smirked at him.
"How many children do you want?" she asked. James looked at her with wide eyes. He decided to change the subject quickly. He took her hands in his.
"Ok…now that we're finally alone, will you-" he started. Jezebelle shows up yet again with some crazy contraption in another obvious attempt to steal back her fiancée.
"Quick! Put on your shirt, James!" Jessie hissed. James did so, a bit puzzled. Jessie reaches behind her and splashes James with cold water with expected results.
"GAHH!! Cold!" Jane squealed. "Jessie~!"
Jezebelle stops and turns blue with a black background behind her. "Oh, James! What is wrong with you?!" she cried. Jane pouted.
"I don't wanna talk about it…" Jane said, sitting cross-legged.
Jezebelle clutched her head in her hands with tears in her eyes. "How can Ah marry a man who turns into a woman like Ranma? Ah was right! That good-for-nothing woman of yours isn't right in the mind!"
"SHUT UP!" Jessie screamed at the hysterical woman.
"Yes! We victims of the Jusenkyo curse must stick together!" Jane looked at Jane and they make faces at Jezebelle.
"Stop! Stop! The marriage is over!" Jezebelle ran away, crying shamefully. The duo look at each other and smile. They wouldn't be bothered by her again, that's for sure.
Jessie dumps hot water on Jane and they sit on the fountain's edge again. James' shirt is ripped off again and Jessie goes back to tracing a circle on James' chest.
"Now…how may children do you want?" she asked again. James uttered a thoughtful sound.
"Um…Forty?" he said the first number that popped into his mind. Jessie looked at him as if he was crazy. "Kidding! Kidding!" he waved his arms around in defense as he realized his mistake.
"You'd better be…" she scowled and pushed him into the warm-water fountain nearby. "I love you, Hose…"
James blushed.
In the bushes, Misty and Brock woke up at last. Knowing they slept through the whole thing, Misty was glad that she left the video camera running the whole time and they run off to the Cerulean Gym.
Meanwhile in China….in a rather familiar scene of springs…
Jezebelle walked along the area, lost in her thoughts.
"Ah, can't believe Ah lost James foreva….Ah might as well drown mah-self in that little pond there…" she glanced at the "pond" and noticed a small wooden sign. "Hmm? Spring of Drowned Gliga? What would that mean?" she read out loud. She leaned over to look into the water and saw her own reflection. Nothing special.
Happosai runs up behind her, glad to find a hot chick.
"Ooh! Feisty red-headed dominatrix!" he sang out before kicking the girl into the spring. "Maybe I can capture her with this!" he grinned, holding out a pokèball that he had stolen from Jessie's pocket previously. He waited for a minute but Jezebelle doesn't resurface. Happosai looked sadly into the spring. "…one less girly to steal panties from!" he cursed his luck. The Chinese Spring Tour Guide looks up from his rock, smoking his pipe.
"Ai-ya…" he sighed. "Now Spring of Drowned Gligar is Spring of Drowned Feisty Red-Headed Dominatrix!"