"You've got to be kidding," James exclaimed as Jessie threw a pink sweater at him. "I don't look anything like the twerp's mom! Why can't you dress up like her?"
"Because you have a better wardrobe than I do," Jessie replied, tossing a blue skirt in his direction.
"Besides, you enjoy dressin' up like a girl," added Meowth.
"Hopefully, the old man's eyesight is bad and he won't look at you too closely," said Jessie. "Now get behind that bush and get dressed!"
"Hey, Jessie, the old professor's coming down the path!" shouted Meowth.
Jessie shoved James behind a hedgerow as Professor Oak appeared in the distance on his bike.
Even though his head was still aching, Professor Oak didn't feel quite as bad as he did earlier. Tracey had tried to discourage him from making the trip to Viridian City on his bike, but Professor Oak had insisted that he was well enough to run a brief errand. Suddenly, he spotted a familiar face in the bushes up ahead.
"Yoo-hoo! Oaky-poo!" shouted a wig-clad James as he waved a handkerchief. "Over here!"
At the sight of the woman with the huge bouncing breasts, Professor Oak screeched to a stop and nearly tumbled over the handlebars of his bike.
"Uh-oh. Are you okay, Oaky?" James asked as he tried to keep his auburn wig from falling off of his head.
"I think so." Professor Oak looked at the woman standing before him and did a double take. "What are you doing here, Delia?"
"Uh, why I came to see you, of course," smiled James alluringly.
Professor Oak blinked and continued to stare at the woman standing in front of him curiously. Was it his imagination, or did Delia have an Adam's apple?
"I really need to go home and lie down," said Professor Oak, rubbing his eyes. "I think that bump on the head must've done something to my eyesight."
"If you need to lie down, Oakykins, then why don't you join me here in the bushes?" James said invitingly.
Professor Oak's eyebrows shot up. "Delia, you know I've got a bad back. I don't think I can…"
"Please, Oaky?" pleaded James. "I've got something I really want to show you. Two of them, as a matter of fact." James shoved his huge fake breasts into Professor Oak's face, hoping that the older man would take the bait.
Even if Delia was acting rather odd (and since when did she start calling him "Oaky"?), Professor Oak never could say "no" to her. "All right, Delia," he said, getting off of his bike. "You talked me into it. But what in the world prompted this?"
"I thought it might be fun if we did it somewhere different. You know, exciting." James licked his lips enticingly and started to lift his skirt. "So come and get me, you red-hot Pokémon researcher!"
Professor Oak eagerly stepped behind the bushes, and the ground gave way under his feet.
"I can't believe he fell for it. Get it? Fell for it?" laughed Meowth. "He's no smarter than the twerps!"
From the bottom of the pit where he had landed, Professor Oak rubbed his injured back and looked up to see a grinning Team Rocket. "What's going on here? What's the meaning of this?"
"Oh, it's very simple, Oaky-poo," Jessie sneered. "You took the bait and fell into our trap."
"Yoo-hoo. Oaky," James waved as he removed the auburn wig from his head. "I'm sorry that I can't keep our date, but I know someone else who can." James replaced the long auburn wig with a short gray one and slipped on a lab coat.
"Who are you?" Professor Oak demanded angrily.
"Allow us to introduce ourselves," Jessie smiled. "To protect the world from devastation!"
"We thought we'd lure you with some titillation." James removed his fake breasts from under his sweater and threw them into the pit.
"To tempt you with the woman we know you love," Jessie continued.
"This skirt certainly fits me like a glove."
Jessie and Meowth whirled around in disbelief.
"Uh, what I meant was…" a red-faced James said as he wiggled out of his pantyhose.
Jessie rolled her eyes. "Never mind…Jessie!"
"James!"
"Team Rocket, blast off at the speed of light!"
"Surrender now, or prepare to fight!"
"Meowth, that's…"
"Wobbuffet!"
As Wobbuffet and Meowth started fighting, James finished changing out of his first disguise and into his second one. "What do you think, Jessie? Do I look like the old professor or what?"
"Get rid of the lipstick, you idiot," said Jessie, making a face. "And get back into your Poké ball, Wobbuffet!"
"Lip…? Oh." James quickly rubbed off his makeup.
"All right, you're staying with us, Professor," Jessie ordered.
"But don't worry," James said. "I'll take good care of your lab and all of those Pokémon while you're gone." James hopped on Professor Oak's bike.
"Here's a radio to keep in touch with us," Jessie said, handing him a walkie-talkie.
"See ya', Professor," Meowth called to James as he rode away.
"You'll never get away with this," Professor Oak told Jessie. "No one will believe that your friend is me."
"Oh, really?" said Meowth. "He sure fooled you, didn't he?"
"So what are you going to do with me?" asked Professor Oak. "Leave me here?"
Jessie and Meowth traded worried expressions. They had been so intent on capturing Professor Oak that neither one had thought about what to do with him after they had caught him.
"What are we gonna do, Jessie? We can't leave him here," Meowth whispered to his partner. "If he starts screaming, he's gonna blow our cover."
Jessie thought for a moment, then threw down a rope. "All right, old man. You're coming with us. And no funny business, understand?"
"Thank you," Professor Oak said as he climbed out of the pit.
"So, now what do we do with him?" Meowth whispered to Jessie.
"I don't know. I guess we'll have to take him with us," Jessie replied.
"Hey, look. There's a small shed over there." Meowth pointed to a wood building in the field beyond the trees. "Maybe we can hide out there for a while."
To be continued…