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Part 1.6

Mimey: Mime mime mime mime. *Mr.Mime walked down the garden path. It went out to the mail box, picked up a few letters, and went hopping back inside* Mime Mime Mime.

Mrs.K: *looking at Mr.Mime's handful of letters. She sighed* Oh, dear. It's that time of the month. Bills, bills and more bills. *She leafed through the letters. One caught her eye.* Ah! Ash! Ash!

Ash: *lying on a bean bag in the lounge room, watching TV* What is it?

Mrs.K: *waving the letter about* Maa-aail.

Ash: *he stopped concentrating on the Tv* For me? Alright! I wonder what it is. *He ran into the kitchen where is mother was, grabbed the letter and ran back in the lounge room, just as the commercials had finished. He tore open the letter. Pikachu jumped up on his shoulders to read it.*

Ash: *he read the letter*

Dear Ash Ketchum,

Congratulations! You have been selected to compete with the best of the best in the exclusive PokéPro Tour! Only the finest Pokémon trainers have been selected for this prestigious event. The event will be held...

Ash: IN SOUTH AMERICA??!!

Mrs.K: What's wrong, hon?

Ash: N-n-nothing mum. It's just that, well, I get to got to South America!

Mrs.K: What??! Why? Let me see that. *She looked at the letter* Ohhh Miii Gohhsshh.

Ash: I get to go this week to compete in an exclusive Pokémon League, only for the best trainers in the world!

Mrs.K: This week?! Isn't that a little short notice?

Ash: A little? No way! More like allot!

Mrs.K: But why would they want to do that?

Ash: Maybe, it's a test.

Mrs.K: A test?

Ash: MmHmm. Only the most devoted trainers would come to an event like this. I can't let this opertunity get away! *He dashed into his room and dashed back, grabbing Pikachu along the way* ByeMumIllbebacklaterSeeya!

Mrs.K: Uh, ...but...did you remember to pack your "you-know-what"? *She sighed and sat down* There's no stopping at boy. He does what he wants to do. I'd say that he'd better be careful, but he's old enough to take care of himself. I wish he wasn't. *She gave another depressed sigh and returned to the housework thinking about her only, and treasured son. Awww.*

Jen: *following the footprints on the ground* I've got the feeling i'm close! *She stopped and loooked up. She saw some smoke and a fire. She was back at the camp* What?! But that can't be right! I-! *She looked behind her. The tracks did lead into the camp.* I wonder. *She walked in and saw James with the mysterious black and pink Pokémon she saw* Oh! James! *James turned to her*

James: Aahh, you're back. So, did you find your Pokémon?

Jen: I didn't. You did. *She pointed to where the Sneasle was. Where the Sneasle was. Now, the Pokemon was hiding behind James, grabbing onto his shirt* ...oh. What's wrong?

James: Sneasle must be afraid of you! Ha!

Jen: *pouting* Not funny. *She looked behind James. The Pokemon looked up at her, then quickly back down* Hello, little Sneasle? Are you going to say hello? I was looking al over for you. *The Sneasle just buried its head in James' shirt. A muffled reply came from it*

Sneasle: Sneeese...

James: Sneasle just came into the camp. He helped me out with breakfast.

Jen: Really?! *She turned to the Sneasle* Did you help James out? Wow! That's wonderful Sneasle! *The Pokemon blushed and fiddled with James' top*

James: Aaaahhh. It's a little shy. *He pointed at Jennifer* I think he likes you!

Jen: He does? *She smiled* That's sweet! *She bent down to the shy Sneasle* Well, I like you too Sneasle. Mm-waa! *She gave it a little kiss on the yellow gem. The Pokemon went even redder and shoved its head under James' top*

James: Hey! Get out from under there!

Jen: *laughing* What's the matter, James? Got a little competition?

James: Uh, eh? *Blushing, then brushing his forelock away, only to have it fall back* What do you mean competition? With him? Ha! Really!

Jen: Of course not. What was I thinking? *She turned and started walking towards her pack* I might go out and do some training. Mind if you stay here again?

James: No. It's ok. I'll catch up on some sleep time. Something woke me up early this morning. I think it was some madwoman trying to shake me out of my sleeping bag.

Jen: *turning a PokéBall about in her hand, annoyed* What was I thinking? *Rolling her eyes*

Jessie: *she walked though a room with books and filling cabinets surrounding her* Rocket, Rocket, hmmm. Where is R? *She stopped in front of a filing cabinet* Here! *She opened a draw* Now where is this address? Roach, Robbinson, Ro-Rochester! Hey! Here I am! *She picked up a folder* He he he, lets see...

JESSIE ROCHESTER. HAS A GREAT POTENTIAL FOR EVIL, BUT IS TOO SELF-ABSORBED TO USE IT. SHE IS PARTNERED WITH JAMES MORGAN (SEE FILE FOR EXT. INFO) OF THE SAME DIVISION (LOW WHITE). THESE TWO, ALONG WITH A POKÉMON, MEOWTH (SEE FILE FOR EXT. INFO), HAVE MADE SOME OF TEAM ROCKET'S WORST MISTAKES AS WELL AS THEIR OWN. UNFORTUNATELY, THEY NEVER INFORM THE BOSS OF THEIR PROGRESS AND CAN NEVER BE FULLY TRACKED.

Jessie: *completely missing the point* Wow! I have great potential! ...But the photo isn't that flattering. I'll have to ask for a new one. *She put everything back in the folder and went to put it in, when she found another "Rochester" behind it.* Hmmm, I wonder who this could be...*she picked up the folder, which was a bit dusty and opened it* ...oh! *She dropped it and her hands started shaking* Oh, my god. *She slowly bent down and picked it up* Josephine Rochester. High Black Division.*She looked at the photo* This is...my mother...*she dropped to her knees. Soon, she looked around, then hid the folder in her jacket. She then resumed her search for information on the South American Team Rocket, as the Boss ordered her to do*

Part of story from:

Pokémon: Team Rocket Blasts Off! Tracey West

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