Trading Faces
NoV: I love Rocketshippy, don't you?
Jessie: Um.. (blushes; glances at James) No.
James: (is stuffing massive amounts of food into his mouth) I love this kitchen!
Meowth: And I love dis cushiony cat bed you installed. (purrs)
NoV: Oh, it was no problem. I had to install a ceiling chair for Xelloss. I try very hard to accommodate all of my guests. (beams)
Jessie: What about me? Why aren't you accommodating me? You gave Meowth a silken cat bed and James a giant kitchen, but-
NoV: Actually, the kitchen has been here since Day 1. Believe it or not nearly ALL of my guests liked eating.
Jessie: Well, I'd like something more than this squeaky chair I'm sitting in. (makes the chair squeak)
NoV: I'm prepared, don't worry. (clicks a big red button on a remote control)
Jessie: (eyes grow wide as a big corridor opens up) I think I'm going to cry.
(The corridor is filled with diamonds, jewelry, clothes, make-up, etc.)
Jessie: (Runs into the room, giggling maniacally)
Meowth: Where in da world didja get all dat stuff?
NoV: It's Lina's old "treasure room." Shh. (puts a finger up to her lips) As long as Lina doesn't find out.
James: (comes into the Chibi Corner with a giant pudge in his stomach) Ahhhhh...that was great!
NoV: Lemme guess: you ate everything?
James: Nope! I left the jell-o.
Meowth: But dere's always room for jell-o.
James: (brain fizzles) You're right! Jell-o, here I come!
NoV: Thank-you, Meowth. You've made my life complete.
Meowth: Don't mention it.
NoV: Let's start the fic before either one of them figures out what I'm doing.
Meowth: Rolling!
**
It had been a sunny day. The kind of sunny that tends to get on people's nerves. Nevertheless, the sky couldn't have been prettier. The night sky was crystal clear.
Jessie, James, and Meowth were in their dormitory at the Rocket complex.
"Jingle bells, jingle bells! Jingle all the way! Oh, what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh! Hey!" James sang, leaning backwards in a chair.
Jessie growled. She was in bed with her hands clamped over her ears. She unclamped them briefly. "James!" she barked. "Not only is it July, but it's 3:00 in the morning! Would you please GO TO SLEEP???"
James stopped his song and pounced onto the bed where Jessie's leg lay.
"Ow."
"But, Jessie!" he protested. "Why don't we stay up all night? We can eat and talk and eat and play Sonic the hedgehog and eat and brush my hair and eat and tell each other stories of 'back in the day' and eat and have a pillow fight and..um.."
"Eat?" Meowth suggested drowsily.
"I wasn't gonna say that," James said, standing up on the bed.
Thankfully, Jessie plopped back onto her pillow and closed her eyes. She felt something shift on the bed and crankily opened her eyes. She found James leaning in her face, breathing heavily with a giant smile on his face.
"Jessie, don't you want to play?" he squeaked, eyes widening.
"No!" Jessie yelled, pulling the covers over her head and holding them tightly. It wasn't long before she felt the bed bouncing in rhythm with annoying squeaks. "What are you doing?" she asked, blandly, too tired to yell anymore.
"I'm bouncing!" he exclaimed, jumping up and down, happily. "Look, Ma! I'm Tigger!"
Jessie sighed, incredibly sleepy. "He's not human," she said to Meowth. "Meowth?" she wondered, after a pause.
"ZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzz," Meowth snored.
Jessie sweatdropped. "Good night, James," she said, lying down and falling asleep instantly.
"The wonderful thing about Tiggers is Tiggers and wonderful things!" James sang, long into the night.
**
"James!" a voice screamed at him. James' eyes slowly opened just a crack. He saw an angry-looking Jessie, already dressed and ready for work. "Why aren't you up yet?" she demanded.
"Tired," he groaned, snuggling into his blanket. He then realized that for some strange reason he was moving. And the ground was getting closer and closer. When he finally realized what was happening, it was too late. He plopped out of bed and onto the floor, head-first. "Ouch."
Jessie glanced over her shoulder to see James, dressed and smiling a big, goofy smile, standing on his head. "Stop playing around, you moron. We've got work to do."
"Don't say it," Meowth pleaded, brushing his fur. "Not today. Not now."
"Please, no, Jessie," James begged, standing upright. "Just go this once without saying-"
"We've got to catch that Pikachu!" Jessie posed, as a giant "R" appeared behind her.
**
"Shhh!!" Jessie warned. "I can see the twerps now!" Team Rocket was hiding crouched behind a big cardboard Muriel depicting a Gyrados.
"The annual Festival de Gyrados!" Ash exclaimed, enjoying a candy Gyrados on a stick. "I love it! In fact...I love all the hundreds of festivals that are annual...I wonder if they're affiliated with each other..it's a conspiracy."
"I love the Gyrados festival too!" Misty cried, Gyrados' and hearts dancing around in her head.
Brock rolled his eyes. "You like anything that deals with water Pokemon," he muttered.
"And just WHAT is wrong with that??" The Gyrados' and hearts were replaced with fire and brimstone.
"Nothing, nothing!" Brock assured her, holding up his hands defensively, a little sweatdrop appearing above his head.
"Prepare for trouble!" a voice exclaimed.
Ash sighed. "Wonder who that could be."
"And make it double," a second voice said.
Jessie and James appeared behind a hot dog stand.
"To protect the world from devastation," Jessie said, Brock saying it along with her, mockingly.
"To unite all peoples within our nation," James droned, also with Brock mocking him.
Team Rocket hopped onto the hot dog stand.
"To denounce the evils of truth and love," Jessie growled. After giving Brock a furious look, he stopped his ridicule of their speech.
"To effsmm omm mmch to tmm sfams afomm," James mumbled, with a mouthful, of hot dog.
"Uhhh.." Jessie blinked at him. "Jessie."
"Jmmph."
"Team Rocket blasts off at the speed of light!"
Gulp. "Surrender now or prepare to fight!"
"Wobbufet!"
Silently, Jessie put the slick Pokemon back into its ball.
From the sidelines, a net was launched at Pikachu.
"Meowth! That's right!" the cat Pokemon crowed, holding the other end of the net. He dragged Pikachu in and placed it in an electric-proof jar.
"Pika!" the electric mouse cried.
"Hey!" Ash shrieked. "Gimme back my Pikachu, you felons!"
"We're felons?" James asked, taken aback.
Jessie picked up the jar. "Sorry," she apologized, fakely. "But this particular Pikachu in now property of our proprietor."
Ashe scrunched up his nose, thinking about the alliteration Jessie had spat out automatically. "Todadile!" he cried, throwing the Pokeball. "I choose you!"
"Todadile!" it exclaimed, hopping from one foot to the other.
"Todadile! Use your water gun!" the ebony-haired boy ordered, pointing a finger towards Team Rocket.
The Pokemon shot a spray of water at the teens and Meowth, drenching them.
Jessie hissed, angrily. She pulled a Pokeball from her belt. "Arbok! Acid attack now!!"
"Cha-bokk!!" Arbok shrieked, spitting out acid at the water Pokemon.
"Todadile!" it cried in pain, falling over, smoke rising from where the acid landing on its skin.
"Todadile, return!" Ash commanded. "Go Chikorita!" He sent out another Pokeball.
"Chika!" it exclaimed, bearing a battle-ready face.
"Chikorita!" Ash instructed. "Vine whip now!"
The grass Pokemon snapped its vines at Arbok, knocking in into a tree. Chikorita then wrapped its vines around the jar holding Pikachu and pulled off the lid. Pikachu bounded happily back to its owner.
Jessie growled, putting Arbok back into its Pokeball. "What are you waiting for, James?" she snapped. "Send out Wheezing!"
She waited, receiving no answer, only silence. "James?" she wondered, turning around. "Meowth?" There was no sign of either of her partners. Jessie fumed. "I bet they went to get something to eat. When I get my hands on those lazy-"
She was unable to finish her thought, for a dull pain erupted in the back of her head, and everything went black.
**
"100,000 mankeys jumping on the bed! One fell off and bumped his head. Momma called the doctor and the doctor said 'No more mankeys jumping on the bed!' 99,999 mankeys jumping on the bed!" was the first thing Jessie heard upon waking up.
"Oohh..James, shut up," she growled, feeling a migraine spreading across her forehead. She was about to reach up and massage her aching head, when she made a startling discovery: she was strapped to a metal table. She looked over at her partner, who grinned, though he was in the same predicament as she was. "What are you smiling about?" she demanded.
"Well, actually," he began, "I could be happier. My Pokeballs are gone, I'm really, really hungry, I'm stuck to a table, I can't find Meowth, and my nose itches. But, I'm smiling because this room echoes! Listen. ECHO!!!" he cried, the word bouncing off the walls. "Tacos! Sandwiches! Jessibelle!"
"Why did you say Jessibelle?" Jessie insisted, enviously.
"It's a ringy word," he explained, innocently. "I was trying to use all ringy words so they'd bounce around better."
"Sandwich is a ringy word?" the flame-haired girl questioned, facefaulting, and feeling much better about her male partner's choice of words.
"Of course. All foods are ringy words," James explained. "I'll just get back to my chant. 99,998 mankeys jumping on the bed-"
"STOP IT!!" Jessie yelled. "WAITAMINUTE!" Suddenly, she realized something. "Oh, no! My Pokeballs are gone too! What's going on??"
"I don't know," James replied, shrugging. "But if I had my Pokeballs, I'd send out Wheezing and he'd save us! Just like a knight in gassy armor!"
Jessie sweatdropped, just as the door flung open. A thin woman in a lab coat and glasses stood in the doorway, cackling with a hand to the side of her mouth.
James gasped. "Aunt Jemima??"
"James!" Jessie exclaimed, disgusted at him. "This is no time for pancakes!"
The lavender-haired boy giggled. "Silly Jessie! SHE'S Aunt Jemima!"
Jessie gaped from James to Aunt Jemima. "She..looks like Jessibelle," she said, flatly. "Only old and wrinkly."
"That's because Jessibelle is my dear, sweet daughter!" Aunt Jemima said, in a soft shout.
The red-headed Rocket mad a face. "Jessibelle is your COUSIN?? YUCK!!!"
"Oh, please!" Aunt Jemima cried. "I'm not really ANYONE'S aunt! 'Aunt' is my first name!"
"Oh. NOW you tell me," Jessie spat.
"But enough of that!" Jessibelle's mother exclaimed. "On to the reason I brought you here! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
"Why DID you bring us here?" James wondered.
"I thought you'd never ask!" the woman yelled. "You see that big, sparkly machine right above your heads?"
Jessie and James looked up at the huge machine with the hundreds of buttons and knobs.
James' eyes began to water. "It's so beautiful! It's got magical buttons and magical twisty thingies and magical laser stuff and magical EVERYTHING!! Aunt Jemima, can I push the button?"
**
NoV: Cliffhanger.
Meowth: That's some cliffhanger.
James: I ate...too much jell-o...
Jessie: (is covered in furs and jewelry to the point that she can't move) No comment.
NoV: If you want more, I want ten reviews! Plus, does anyone have any ideas for a Rocketshippy Christmas fic? I'm open to all suggestions! Later!
NoV: I love Rocketshippy, don't you?
Jessie: Um.. (blushes; glances at James) No.
James: (is stuffing massive amounts of food into his mouth) I love this kitchen!
Meowth: And I love dis cushiony cat bed you installed. (purrs)
NoV: Oh, it was no problem. I had to install a ceiling chair for Xelloss. I try very hard to accommodate all of my guests. (beams)
Jessie: What about me? Why aren't you accommodating me? You gave Meowth a silken cat bed and James a giant kitchen, but-
NoV: Actually, the kitchen has been here since Day 1. Believe it or not nearly ALL of my guests liked eating.
Jessie: Well, I'd like something more than this squeaky chair I'm sitting in. (makes the chair squeak)
NoV: I'm prepared, don't worry. (clicks a big red button on a remote control)
Jessie: (eyes grow wide as a big corridor opens up) I think I'm going to cry.
(The corridor is filled with diamonds, jewelry, clothes, make-up, etc.)
Jessie: (Runs into the room, giggling maniacally)
Meowth: Where in da world didja get all dat stuff?
NoV: It's Lina's old "treasure room." Shh. (puts a finger up to her lips) As long as Lina doesn't find out.
James: (comes into the Chibi Corner with a giant pudge in his stomach) Ahhhhh...that was great!
NoV: Lemme guess: you ate everything?
James: Nope! I left the jell-o.
Meowth: But dere's always room for jell-o.
James: (brain fizzles) You're right! Jell-o, here I come!
NoV: Thank-you, Meowth. You've made my life complete.
Meowth: Don't mention it.
NoV: Let's start the fic before either one of them figures out what I'm doing.
Meowth: Rolling!
**
It had been a sunny day. The kind of sunny that tends to get on people's nerves. Nevertheless, the sky couldn't have been prettier. The night sky was crystal clear.
Jessie, James, and Meowth were in their dormitory at the Rocket complex.
"Jingle bells, jingle bells! Jingle all the way! Oh, what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh! Hey!" James sang, leaning backwards in a chair.
Jessie growled. She was in bed with her hands clamped over her ears. She unclamped them briefly. "James!" she barked. "Not only is it July, but it's 3:00 in the morning! Would you please GO TO SLEEP???"
James stopped his song and pounced onto the bed where Jessie's leg lay.
"Ow."
"But, Jessie!" he protested. "Why don't we stay up all night? We can eat and talk and eat and play Sonic the hedgehog and eat and brush my hair and eat and tell each other stories of 'back in the day' and eat and have a pillow fight and..um.."
"Eat?" Meowth suggested drowsily.
"I wasn't gonna say that," James said, standing up on the bed.
Thankfully, Jessie plopped back onto her pillow and closed her eyes. She felt something shift on the bed and crankily opened her eyes. She found James leaning in her face, breathing heavily with a giant smile on his face.
"Jessie, don't you want to play?" he squeaked, eyes widening.
"No!" Jessie yelled, pulling the covers over her head and holding them tightly. It wasn't long before she felt the bed bouncing in rhythm with annoying squeaks. "What are you doing?" she asked, blandly, too tired to yell anymore.
"I'm bouncing!" he exclaimed, jumping up and down, happily. "Look, Ma! I'm Tigger!"
Jessie sighed, incredibly sleepy. "He's not human," she said to Meowth. "Meowth?" she wondered, after a pause.
"ZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzz," Meowth snored.
Jessie sweatdropped. "Good night, James," she said, lying down and falling asleep instantly.
"The wonderful thing about Tiggers is Tiggers and wonderful things!" James sang, long into the night.
**
"James!" a voice screamed at him. James' eyes slowly opened just a crack. He saw an angry-looking Jessie, already dressed and ready for work. "Why aren't you up yet?" she demanded.
"Tired," he groaned, snuggling into his blanket. He then realized that for some strange reason he was moving. And the ground was getting closer and closer. When he finally realized what was happening, it was too late. He plopped out of bed and onto the floor, head-first. "Ouch."
Jessie glanced over her shoulder to see James, dressed and smiling a big, goofy smile, standing on his head. "Stop playing around, you moron. We've got work to do."
"Don't say it," Meowth pleaded, brushing his fur. "Not today. Not now."
"Please, no, Jessie," James begged, standing upright. "Just go this once without saying-"
"We've got to catch that Pikachu!" Jessie posed, as a giant "R" appeared behind her.
**
"Shhh!!" Jessie warned. "I can see the twerps now!" Team Rocket was hiding crouched behind a big cardboard Muriel depicting a Gyrados.
"The annual Festival de Gyrados!" Ash exclaimed, enjoying a candy Gyrados on a stick. "I love it! In fact...I love all the hundreds of festivals that are annual...I wonder if they're affiliated with each other..it's a conspiracy."
"I love the Gyrados festival too!" Misty cried, Gyrados' and hearts dancing around in her head.
Brock rolled his eyes. "You like anything that deals with water Pokemon," he muttered.
"And just WHAT is wrong with that??" The Gyrados' and hearts were replaced with fire and brimstone.
"Nothing, nothing!" Brock assured her, holding up his hands defensively, a little sweatdrop appearing above his head.
"Prepare for trouble!" a voice exclaimed.
Ash sighed. "Wonder who that could be."
"And make it double," a second voice said.
Jessie and James appeared behind a hot dog stand.
"To protect the world from devastation," Jessie said, Brock saying it along with her, mockingly.
"To unite all peoples within our nation," James droned, also with Brock mocking him.
Team Rocket hopped onto the hot dog stand.
"To denounce the evils of truth and love," Jessie growled. After giving Brock a furious look, he stopped his ridicule of their speech.
"To effsmm omm mmch to tmm sfams afomm," James mumbled, with a mouthful, of hot dog.
"Uhhh.." Jessie blinked at him. "Jessie."
"Jmmph."
"Team Rocket blasts off at the speed of light!"
Gulp. "Surrender now or prepare to fight!"
"Wobbufet!"
Silently, Jessie put the slick Pokemon back into its ball.
From the sidelines, a net was launched at Pikachu.
"Meowth! That's right!" the cat Pokemon crowed, holding the other end of the net. He dragged Pikachu in and placed it in an electric-proof jar.
"Pika!" the electric mouse cried.
"Hey!" Ash shrieked. "Gimme back my Pikachu, you felons!"
"We're felons?" James asked, taken aback.
Jessie picked up the jar. "Sorry," she apologized, fakely. "But this particular Pikachu in now property of our proprietor."
Ashe scrunched up his nose, thinking about the alliteration Jessie had spat out automatically. "Todadile!" he cried, throwing the Pokeball. "I choose you!"
"Todadile!" it exclaimed, hopping from one foot to the other.
"Todadile! Use your water gun!" the ebony-haired boy ordered, pointing a finger towards Team Rocket.
The Pokemon shot a spray of water at the teens and Meowth, drenching them.
Jessie hissed, angrily. She pulled a Pokeball from her belt. "Arbok! Acid attack now!!"
"Cha-bokk!!" Arbok shrieked, spitting out acid at the water Pokemon.
"Todadile!" it cried in pain, falling over, smoke rising from where the acid landing on its skin.
"Todadile, return!" Ash commanded. "Go Chikorita!" He sent out another Pokeball.
"Chika!" it exclaimed, bearing a battle-ready face.
"Chikorita!" Ash instructed. "Vine whip now!"
The grass Pokemon snapped its vines at Arbok, knocking in into a tree. Chikorita then wrapped its vines around the jar holding Pikachu and pulled off the lid. Pikachu bounded happily back to its owner.
Jessie growled, putting Arbok back into its Pokeball. "What are you waiting for, James?" she snapped. "Send out Wheezing!"
She waited, receiving no answer, only silence. "James?" she wondered, turning around. "Meowth?" There was no sign of either of her partners. Jessie fumed. "I bet they went to get something to eat. When I get my hands on those lazy-"
She was unable to finish her thought, for a dull pain erupted in the back of her head, and everything went black.
**
"100,000 mankeys jumping on the bed! One fell off and bumped his head. Momma called the doctor and the doctor said 'No more mankeys jumping on the bed!' 99,999 mankeys jumping on the bed!" was the first thing Jessie heard upon waking up.
"Oohh..James, shut up," she growled, feeling a migraine spreading across her forehead. She was about to reach up and massage her aching head, when she made a startling discovery: she was strapped to a metal table. She looked over at her partner, who grinned, though he was in the same predicament as she was. "What are you smiling about?" she demanded.
"Well, actually," he began, "I could be happier. My Pokeballs are gone, I'm really, really hungry, I'm stuck to a table, I can't find Meowth, and my nose itches. But, I'm smiling because this room echoes! Listen. ECHO!!!" he cried, the word bouncing off the walls. "Tacos! Sandwiches! Jessibelle!"
"Why did you say Jessibelle?" Jessie insisted, enviously.
"It's a ringy word," he explained, innocently. "I was trying to use all ringy words so they'd bounce around better."
"Sandwich is a ringy word?" the flame-haired girl questioned, facefaulting, and feeling much better about her male partner's choice of words.
"Of course. All foods are ringy words," James explained. "I'll just get back to my chant. 99,998 mankeys jumping on the bed-"
"STOP IT!!" Jessie yelled. "WAITAMINUTE!" Suddenly, she realized something. "Oh, no! My Pokeballs are gone too! What's going on??"
"I don't know," James replied, shrugging. "But if I had my Pokeballs, I'd send out Wheezing and he'd save us! Just like a knight in gassy armor!"
Jessie sweatdropped, just as the door flung open. A thin woman in a lab coat and glasses stood in the doorway, cackling with a hand to the side of her mouth.
James gasped. "Aunt Jemima??"
"James!" Jessie exclaimed, disgusted at him. "This is no time for pancakes!"
The lavender-haired boy giggled. "Silly Jessie! SHE'S Aunt Jemima!"
Jessie gaped from James to Aunt Jemima. "She..looks like Jessibelle," she said, flatly. "Only old and wrinkly."
"That's because Jessibelle is my dear, sweet daughter!" Aunt Jemima said, in a soft shout.
The red-headed Rocket mad a face. "Jessibelle is your COUSIN?? YUCK!!!"
"Oh, please!" Aunt Jemima cried. "I'm not really ANYONE'S aunt! 'Aunt' is my first name!"
"Oh. NOW you tell me," Jessie spat.
"But enough of that!" Jessibelle's mother exclaimed. "On to the reason I brought you here! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
"Why DID you bring us here?" James wondered.
"I thought you'd never ask!" the woman yelled. "You see that big, sparkly machine right above your heads?"
Jessie and James looked up at the huge machine with the hundreds of buttons and knobs.
James' eyes began to water. "It's so beautiful! It's got magical buttons and magical twisty thingies and magical laser stuff and magical EVERYTHING!! Aunt Jemima, can I push the button?"
**
NoV: Cliffhanger.
Meowth: That's some cliffhanger.
James: I ate...too much jell-o...
Jessie: (is covered in furs and jewelry to the point that she can't move) No comment.
NoV: If you want more, I want ten reviews! Plus, does anyone have any ideas for a Rocketshippy Christmas fic? I'm open to all suggestions! Later!