Meanwhile, Jessie and Meowth had arrived at the shed on the edge of the Oak Pokémon preserve.

"Well, this should do for a hideout," Jessie said, surveying the interior of the small shed.

"Hey, what're all these bags?" asked Meowth.

"They're bags of Poké Chow," Professor Oak said. "This storage shed is where I keep food for all of the Pokémon on my preserve."

Meowth's stomach rumbled noisily. "Okay, Professor, get in there and get me some food." Meowth prodded Professor Oak in the rear end with one of his claws.

"Meowth, stop thinking about your stomach and make yourself useful." Jessie threw a rope at her partner. "Tie the old geezer up so he can't get away."

"Can't it wait until he opens up one of those big bags of Poké Chow?" Meowth whined.

"Jessie? Come in, Jess," crackled the radio on Jessie's waist.

Jessie picked up her walkie-talkie and pressed a button. "Did you get inside the lab, James? Did anyone see you?"

"Just the twerp that works here. But I took care of him," James replied.

"If you've harmed Tracey in any way…" Professor Oak said angrily as he advanced on Jessie.

"Tell the old man to calm down," James replied. "I think the twerp is actually pretty happy right now."

Just then, Professor Oak caught sight of a black SUV roaring down the hill. "Hey, that's my car!"

Professor Oak then spotted a familiar face behind the wheel as the car drew closer to the shed.

"Tracey? What in the world is he doing driving my SUV? The boy doesn't even have a driver's license yet!" And then Professor Oak spotted yet another familiar face in the front seat. "May? What in the world is my granddaughter doing with Tracey?"

"Look out!" screamed Jessie.

The three jumped into the nearby bushes to avoid being hit by the wildly swerving vehicle. The SUV narrowly missed the bushes, rounded the curve, and disappeared out of sight with Tracey yelling "Yahoo!" at the top of his lungs.

"Man, that twerp drives almost as bad as you do, Jessie," Meowth said as he climbed out of the bushes.

"Never mind that," Jessie replied, picking the leaves out of her hair. "Tie him up so he doesn't get away."

"Um, I don't think we have to worry about that now, Jessie," replied Meowth, looking down.

Professor Oak had fainted, apparently from the shock of his underage assistant and granddaughter going on a rampage with his brand-new car.

To be continued…