"Hey dere, twerps," said Meowth as Ash, Misty, Brock, Tracey, and May came running into Professor Oak's room. "Pull up a chair and enjoy the show. Want some popcorn?" He offered a bag to Tracey.
The five teens gasped at the sight of Professor Oak and James rolling on the bed. Professor Oak had James in a chokehold. "If I ever catch you near Delia again, I'm going to…!"
Next to the bed, a half-dressed Delia and Jessie were trying to rip the other's hair out.
"I'll teach you to put your hands on James, you tramp!" Jessie snarled.
Ash's mouth fell open at the sight of his mother in a skimpy red negligee. "Mom?"
Delia turned at the sound of her son's voice. "Ash?"
Brock's eyes grew wide, then a goofy grin appeared on his face. "Hi, Mrs. Ketchum."
Misty promptly seized him by the ear. "Quit fantasizing, Brock, and help Mrs. Ketchum!"
"Oh no, it's the twerps!" Jessie shoved Delia aside and knocked Professor Oak off of her partner. "Come on, James, let's get out of here!"
"Are you all right, Mrs. Ketchum?" asked Tracey, helping her to her feet.
"I think so," replied Delia, quickly pulling her robe around herself.
"Wow, Mrs. Ketchum," said May. "I didn't know that you and Grandpa were…"
"Loveboids?" finished Meowth. "Yeah, the ol' Professor's got the hots for the twerp's mom."
"Never mind that now," said the real Professor Oak, lunging for James once more. "Stop those two before they get away!"
"We'll take care of that, Professor," said Ash. "Pikachu, Thundershock now!"
The little yellow Pokémon hopped off of its trainer's shoulder and sparks started flying from its cheeks. "PI-KA-CHUUUUU!!!!"
"YAHHH! Looks like Team Rocket's blasting off again!" Jessie and James screeched as the explosion created by Pikachu's attack caused them to fly out of the open window next to the bed.
"Are you all right, Delia? He didn't touch you, did he?" Professor Oak asked as he raced to her side.
"No, but I'm kind of confused as to what's going on here," replied Delia.
"That makes two of us," said Misty.
"Oh, it's real simple," said Meowth, getting down from his chair. "Jessie thought that if James got dressed up like the ol' professor here, we could steal all the Pokémon in the lab. But in order to do that, we had to get the real professor outta the way, so James got dressed up like the twerp's mom to lure the professor into one of our world-famous pitfall traps. Then we kept him under wraps while James got into the lab and got rid of the twerp."
"That's why Professor Oak was acting so odd!" exclaimed Tracey. "Because he really wasn't Professor Oak! It was James who told me to take the SUV."
"Speaking of which, where is my car, Tracey?" asked Professor Oak.
"Oh, it's out in the driveway, Grandpa," said May. "But it does have a few scratches on it from where Tracey and I went up to Mount Masara."
"You took my granddaughter to 'Make-Out Mountain'?!" exclaimed a shocked Professor Oak.
"It's okay, Professor," Misty reassured him. "All Tracey and May did was look at some of Tracey's sketchbooks."
"Yeah. We know because we were there spying on them," said Ash.
"Spying? Ash, haven't I told you that eavesdropping on other people's conversations is rude?" Delia scolded.
"How did you know that Mount Masara was called 'Make-Out Mountain', Professor?" Brock winked.
Professor Oak's and Delia's faces turned bright red.
"Come on, Tracey," Brock said, putting an arm around the boy's shoulders. "I'll give you some pointers on what you're supposed to do whenever you go up to Mount Masara with a girl."
Misty rolled her eyes as Brock and Tracey left the room.
"I'll go put the car in the garage, Grandpa," May offered.
"Yeah, and we'll go help," said Misty, tugging on Ash's arm. "We'll leave you two alone now."
"I don't get it, Misty," said a puzzled Ash as he and Misty headed down the hallway. "How come my mom's got her nightgown on? It's the middle of the day."
"Well, now that that's all over with," said Meowth, "Let's go get started on our experiment, Professor. I'm all yours."
"Meowth, why don't you go downstairs for a few minutes? I want to speak to Delia privately," said Professor Oak.
"Private…oh, I get it," Meowth winked conspiratorially. "You and the twerp's mom wanna get it on. Okay, Professor, I'll see ya' downstairs. Just remember to take your Viagra."
"Viagra? What's he talking about?" asked a confused Delia.
"Never mind, Delia," Professor Oak sighed, sinking down on the bed. His head was starting to ache again.
Tracey stuck his head in the doorway. "Hey, Professor…sorry to bother you, but Professor Elm is on the phone downstairs in the lab. Or at least I think it's Professor Elm."
Professor Oak rubbed his aching head, sighed once more, and sat up. "Think it's Professor Elm? What on earth are you talking about, Tracey?"
"Um, you'll understand when you go downstairs, Professor," the boy replied. "Anyway, I've got to get back downstairs. Brock said that he was going to tell me his method for getting girls. He says it never fails."
Professor Oak's eyes suddenly shot wide open. He jumped up from the bed, shot past Delia, and yelled down the hallway, "Tracey, if you even attempt try any of what Brock says on my granddaughter, I'm going to…!"
Delia reached for his arm. "Calm down, sweetheart. You're going to burst a blood vessel." Delia guided him towards the bed once more. "Why don't you lie back down on the bed and rest a bit? I'll give you a massage."
Professor Oak eyed Delia hungrily and then remembered Tracey's message. "Sorry, Delia," he sighed regretfully. "Looks as if I'm going to have to take a rain check."
"Oh, that's okay," Delia smiled. "We can have our 'quality time' another afternoon. Besides…" Delia disappeared into the bathroom and re-emerged with a laundry basket, a bottle of window cleaner, and a mop. "This place needs a good cleaning after the mess Team Rocket made."
Professor Oak left Delia humming a tune while she happily began picking up all the clothes that were strewn on the floor. Sometimes he swore she enjoyed housecleaning more than their "quality time".
To be continued…