A/N: Poor Jessie and James. They can never catch a break. Always sent
flying by Pikachu, or some other of Ash's or his friend's Pokémon. The do
fine, but the twerps always show up to spoil their fun. But when Ash and
friends leave for Hoenn. Let Team Magma take their Pikachu. Jessie and
James are finally rid of that cursed yellow rodent. Finally, Team Rocket
can get something to give to their boss! I really think that it's time
something good happened to that poor trio. And I think Jessie and James
should get together. Now, story:
[Shortly after the Silver Conference. Ash & company have left for Hoenn. But what about Team Rocket? Specifically, Jessie and James.]
Jessie sighed; It was a beautiful morning. Perfect for catching Pikachu. "Wake up, James, we've got to grab the twerps before they go into Hoenn." "Why?" James asked, yawning. "You know, Jess, maybe it's time we gave up on that little rodent and stole something else for the boss." Said "You know, just until we can pay back all the people we owe money to." "Good idea. But what if we lose track of that little thunder mouse? Hoenn's huge. We'll never find them." "Jess. Have you ever realized that every single day of the tweps' lives except three, we've been there to try to steal Pikachu? It's like we were put on this planet to antagonize them. We'll be able to find them." "I don't know, James, that seems to be relying on fate too much."
"FATE! FATE! FAT! FAT! FATE IS GOOD TO YOU!" Shouted the old lady who re- recruited Jessie and James to Team Rocket. "Here from the boss! What you must do!" She shouted again, as she bounced past on a pogo stick, Delibird on her shoulder. "Good Luck to you, may fate treat you well, if you screw up this job, the boss'll see you h***!" She shouted again, bouncing into the air, where Delibird grabbed on and flew her away.
"That. that." Jessie and James stammered in unison. "That was the weirdest, most random thing to ever happen to me." The two turned to the little piece of paper the lady had left. On it was a picture of a young boy, his address, a list of his Pokémon and a note from the boss. On his list, "Nidoking" was circled. The note from the boss said "Surely you two can take one lousy Pokémon from a kid, right? If you mess up this heist, I'll personally see you strung up from the roof of headquarters and left for the Fearow."
Team Rocket gulped. "Oh, great." Meowth piped up. "Yous twos have bungled so many jobs that the boss is out for blood! I shoudda known bettah than to hang out wit da likes of yous two." "Relax, Meowth!" Jessie scolded. "We'll manage somehow. and he doesn't have a Pikachu, either."
"I tink dis calls for the Super Rocket-Pikachu x22!" Meowth says, and triumphantly pushes a button. A giant Pikachu-robot rolls up to the trio, stopping in front of Meowth. Jessie and James stare up at it. "Wow, Meowth, that's really kind of impressive." Jessie says, a hint of awe in her voice.
[The Robot is 25 feet tall]
"Ya tink so? Wells it'll definitely help us to nab dat twoip's Nidoking. Now get in." Meowth says, and pushes another button. The robot explodes in his face. Standing there, eyes wide open, fur blackened, whiskers singed, Meowth and James stand there, speechless. Jessie is speechless, too, but she doesn't have whiskers or fur. Come to think of it, neither does James. Oh, well.
"I. I tink we needs anuddah plan." Meowth says, voice shaky.
[Shortly after the Silver Conference. Ash & company have left for Hoenn. But what about Team Rocket? Specifically, Jessie and James.]
Jessie sighed; It was a beautiful morning. Perfect for catching Pikachu. "Wake up, James, we've got to grab the twerps before they go into Hoenn." "Why?" James asked, yawning. "You know, Jess, maybe it's time we gave up on that little rodent and stole something else for the boss." Said "You know, just until we can pay back all the people we owe money to." "Good idea. But what if we lose track of that little thunder mouse? Hoenn's huge. We'll never find them." "Jess. Have you ever realized that every single day of the tweps' lives except three, we've been there to try to steal Pikachu? It's like we were put on this planet to antagonize them. We'll be able to find them." "I don't know, James, that seems to be relying on fate too much."
"FATE! FATE! FAT! FAT! FATE IS GOOD TO YOU!" Shouted the old lady who re- recruited Jessie and James to Team Rocket. "Here from the boss! What you must do!" She shouted again, as she bounced past on a pogo stick, Delibird on her shoulder. "Good Luck to you, may fate treat you well, if you screw up this job, the boss'll see you h***!" She shouted again, bouncing into the air, where Delibird grabbed on and flew her away.
"That. that." Jessie and James stammered in unison. "That was the weirdest, most random thing to ever happen to me." The two turned to the little piece of paper the lady had left. On it was a picture of a young boy, his address, a list of his Pokémon and a note from the boss. On his list, "Nidoking" was circled. The note from the boss said "Surely you two can take one lousy Pokémon from a kid, right? If you mess up this heist, I'll personally see you strung up from the roof of headquarters and left for the Fearow."
Team Rocket gulped. "Oh, great." Meowth piped up. "Yous twos have bungled so many jobs that the boss is out for blood! I shoudda known bettah than to hang out wit da likes of yous two." "Relax, Meowth!" Jessie scolded. "We'll manage somehow. and he doesn't have a Pikachu, either."
"I tink dis calls for the Super Rocket-Pikachu x22!" Meowth says, and triumphantly pushes a button. A giant Pikachu-robot rolls up to the trio, stopping in front of Meowth. Jessie and James stare up at it. "Wow, Meowth, that's really kind of impressive." Jessie says, a hint of awe in her voice.
[The Robot is 25 feet tall]
"Ya tink so? Wells it'll definitely help us to nab dat twoip's Nidoking. Now get in." Meowth says, and pushes another button. The robot explodes in his face. Standing there, eyes wide open, fur blackened, whiskers singed, Meowth and James stand there, speechless. Jessie is speechless, too, but she doesn't have whiskers or fur. Come to think of it, neither does James. Oh, well.
"I. I tink we needs anuddah plan." Meowth says, voice shaky.