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Chapter 44: When Fates Collide, They say 'OWW'

Last we left, Carl and Co. are ducked to the floor trying to escape a cloud of noxious smog. Carl is currently half naked in an uncensored yet rating safe manner and also hounded by an angry police woman. Big Jay the brilliant little dude has tricked a large crowd and seems to be at the upper hand with valuables to dash off with. Lastly, but probably biggest of all, Elise is a drug addict. Don't worry, it IS important. Lets get to it then, shall we?

With a sniff to the air, Wilbur exhaled a relaxed sigh, "Oh, the sweet smell of exploded marijuana! Oh how heavenly…" he smiled as he looked towards the smoke filled room. That small feeling of ecstasy, which wasn't the drug of the same name, was short lived as he felt the eyes of his companions upon him. "Uh, I mean ya know…they're all suffering!" he quickly retorted in self defense.

"Whatever." came an indifferent tone from Jay, "Let's just get this stuff to a transfer system so we can make the boss happy." he shrugged, glancing towards the smoker amongst them, "By the way, good thinking throwing those drugs towards the explosion."

Wilbur frowned, he never wanted that to happen. It was accidental really. He sighed as he changed the subject. "Well, at least the boss liked the food we sent him last time." he sighed.

"Our boss is Mafioso Stereotypic," Bonnie replied, "He'd be damned out of stereotyped nationality to not like anything made from pasta." It was true. The power of a visit to a buffet really can pay off when you least expect it.

Then again, fate may have been against them too, for a man who looked to be about mid twenties in age was right nearby. "Hmm?" he wondered aloud.

"Can we hijack the captain too?" Bonnie asked cheerful at victory as the surge rushed about her head.

"No!" came Jay's commanding voice. "We best not take a good thing too far. Lets just get this stuff to the boss… We've got enough loot."

"Eh?" went the man in his twenties, looking somewhat familiar to readers who recall some good number of chapters back. As the rockets made themselves scarce, the man rushed to the scene of the grime! "Holy smokes!" he sniffed the air quickly, "That's sure deadly." he grimaced, quickly taking action as he grabbed for just the right pokeball.

"Uh…" Carl coughed, "I dun know how long I can go on." he coughed before, between, during, and after each syllable. He and the others had been like this for a few minutes.

Yet your loving author would not let Carl die yet, "Weezing! Devour that smoke!" It caught Carl's attention, the voice was familiar, but that didn't matter. The real concern was the fact that the thick fumes seemed to dissipate. 'Weeeez!' went a rather rasp throated voice, though sounding multiple at the same time, and toned in a way as though its voice box matured so fast that it was never honed and skipped a stage of growth. To call it groggy would be calling it musical.

Kim stirred slightly as the foul odor began to dissipate. "What…" she was a bit surprised, especially by what her eyes next. "Cory?!" she was shocked. The man who had also won his boat ticket was standing there with a floating purple landmine that connected to smaller land mines in a fashion similar to nuclear diagrams.

The man grinned slightly, "Well hello there miss… I do believe I've seen you before. Fraid I never got yer name though." his grin widened.

"It's Kimberly… eh, but call me Kim." she smiled, happy to merely be alive. "Thanks a ton. What the heck was that stuff?"

Cory sighed, "It was a combination of so many forms of illegal drugs: Cocaine, Weed, and cigarette smoke."

"What?" Carl shouted, "Wait, Cory! If that pokemon of yours just… well, is it fatal for uh…"

The man laughed, "Hah, no, my Weezing will be fine. They grow up exposed to all kinds of god awful noxious gasses that it's almost impossible for a Weezing to get sicknesses." he grinned.

Carl shrugged, reaching for his back pocket, pulling out his pokedex. 'Weezing,' it spoke in its robotic voice, 'the gaseous pokemon. Weezing produce smog from the pores on its body to mark their territory in the wild, they rarely get sick, and can breathe in almost any oxygenated environment.' "So, that's what a Weezing looks like. Cool!" he jolted, "Wait a second, where'd those rockets go!"

"Whew!" stumbled about a very wobbly Elise. Her eyes were shot and blood red, her lips were curled into an carelessly made smile… in short, she was stoned big time.

"Oh lord!" went Carl. He sighed yet again, resigning in defeat. "Look, this is all getting really screwed up right here. Let's just let bygones be bygones… I'm going back to the room." he walked with agitation itching in his every bone.

"Are you sure the noise came from this way?" Yetis wondered. He had quickly learned that Morris wasn't exactly the most wonderful of people to hang around.

"Well, there's only this way or backwards, and you'd be friggin' stupid to jump off the ship by doing that?" Morris retorted, unbeknownst to him though, that actually had an effect on Yetis.

"Yup, really dumb…" he trailed, false confirmation ringing in his every syllable. Need he be reminded of that little trip: Carvanha's capture, fighting gods, deep sea shocking, and… meeting Tanya. Yes, that mermaid was quite attractive fins or no. After all, many kinds of kinky fantasies exist with mystical creatures, and think of the dream fulfillment if you could bag yourself one nights worth. As a human though, she still maintained that mythic beauty, appearing as though she were a 16 year old girl, but there's now more to stare at below the waist, and those smooth and silky legs moved quite fine, except for the teaching of the human walk left a limp and wobble. A human walk that'd mean she'd never see the ocean floor again most likely. 'I wonder what its like to be separated from your family by mutation and travel methods…' the poor girl's probably never to see her ocean family or friends again. It'd be hard at times to deal with three attractive girls and a friend as needy for them, yet foolishly more open about it stumbling about. Three very pretty girls and all too hard to attain. 'Life is not fair sometimes. It's a cruel, sexy game!'

"Hey!" went the anger in Morris' voice as he snapped at Yetis, who snapped back to attention. "Watch out!"

The call however went out too late, and before he knew it, Yetis had collided with a man running from the other direction. "Oooww." he went in dizziness, "S-sorry." he stumbled. But it was soon replaced by a shocked look, "Wha! You three again?" he sighed in distaste. "Why do you always keep running into me!" If you said rocket, you get five bonus points!

"Hey! You ran into us… or rather, into me!" it was Wilbur, who had been the victim of the collision as they turned the bend of the ship's corridor

"That's true, but what are you up to this time?" Yetis really disliked their bad guy schemes, wasn't it obvious?

"Nothing!" went the commander of operations. The little man sighed, "We won tickets to this cruise ship the same way you did… we're on vacation!" he glared at the big man.

"Pfft!" went Morris with a most unconcerned look, "What's with you whackos?"

"They're team rocket…" went Yetis, "Maybe you know em, maybe you don't. Regardless, they're bad news!"

"Ya, well seeing is believing, and I don't see anything wrong." retorted Morris. "They seem kinda pathetic." he smirked.

"Hah! Watch it buddy!" went Bonnie, "We're stronger than you think."

"Again, I believe what I see." He foleded his arms as he spoke.

"We're busy!" was the lady's retort. "Gah! You men are all alike!" she was losing her cool. "You go on ahead!" she shot to the rest of her team, "I'm about to go PMS on this punk!" she clenched her fist. Women, whether frail as twigs, or deaf and blind, you don't invoke the wrath of PMS.

Morris, despite outward appearance, was a bit afraid. "How about we settle this with a pokemon battle." he maintained his cool, as he scratched his hair uncomfortably.

"You've just made a mistake there boy!" she grinned. "Let's go Mar…" she began to call forth the first battler, but much to dismay, she was halted.

"Whoah!" went Yetis, "Take it to the battle room.

"FINE!" she vented her anger in an ocean parting shout. Though not as powerful as Mark's endless travel one, it was indeed loud.

"Hey, Bonnie!" went Wilbur, "You've got… uh…" he paused, resorting to a sort of sign language to relay his words. It mostly consisted of hand motions of odd kinds.

"Oh yea, here!" she sighed, holding out a poke ball. Unfortunately for the rockets, it opened on accident. "Oops!" she went in slight nervousness, as she walked away, Morris leading the way to the battle area.

"Eh?" Went Yetis, who was still on the scene. He had a funny feeling in his gut… besides hunger! "Oh, I see. Just remember that drugs are bad for you." he shrugged.

"Yea yea I know!" snapped Wilbur before he could even catch himself speaking. "Uh I mean… oh damnit!" he sighed. No backing out of this one.

"Oh… what'll my friends find this out." Yetis smiled.

"Hey, that stupid black haired girl is worse." he countered. "She does so many drugs!"

And of course, Yetis' eyes widened in curiosity. It was only natural. "Eh? How would you know? Not that I know anything… is Elise really a smoker?"

"Smoker, crackhead, weed. Heh, she's street trash except for the whoring." he laughed. That is of course until Yetis threw a punch. Jay, the ever alert one, managed to pull Wilbur to the side.

The young leader shook his head "Wilbur, you're gonna get yerself killed, man!"

"Damn it Rockets!" Yetis sneered. "You can call me anything, but don't dis on my friends."

"You just want them to give you whoopee…" was Wilbur's high volumed whisper retort. The man of the plan was about to throw another punch.

"Face it, ya know he's right! Can't deny the truth on me, goodie two shoes. "

And Yetis tilted his head downwards, "Zip it you pompous pipsqueak!" he shouted.

"Fine…" he sighed. "We know about this, because we saw for ourselves your friend indulging these sins." he smiled. "Your friends know it too. Why not ask them. We're busy! Come along Wilbur!"

"Righto!" went the older, yet pathetic rocket. "And damn it, don't call me Wilbur!" he snapped in anger.

As they sped off, Yetis decided he'd best follow. "I'm not gonna let them go this easily." He shrugged as he followed under low profile. 'I wonder though… were those punks serious? I wonder if it makes me feel any differently about Elise…' he wondered. After all, mermaids are fine, but smoking fantasies are another story, called gross!

A/N: Well, nothing new. Thanks to all recent reviews, and don't forget to review again or if you've just caught up after 54 grueling chapters, then do so.

It's funny. I keep changing and so do my thoughts. What's to come in the future of this tale is sometimes not even known to me until the second I'm at the keyboard writing it down on MSWorks. Oh well, more suspenseful action next time. I'll tell you this though, 'THE SHIP WILL BE DOCKING WITHIN THE NEXT 10 CHAPTERS', that fact is rest assured.

Anything new at all you wonder? Why yes! I'm going to open up the suggestion box. You're seeing and hearing of new pokemon, new evolutions to originals, new moves. Now's your chance to run your creativity. New moves, new pokemon, the works. Remember though, Gamefreaks themselves set a standard when they invented the game, and no pokemon at all has a name over ten letters or four syllables long. It is a known fact. Be descriptive. I like wracking my brain for ideas, but don't want to get lazily thrown together ideas. Evolutions to current pokemon aren't ok yet. Sorry. Maybe soon… but if your submission has evolutions, describe them too. Give details, I love a good History of the World, it's a funny movie after all. If there's stones involved or a certain level, let me know. Game lore helps. Never know when them game programmers seek a good idea to call their own. Its not needed, but it'll help. Uh, you can make a new ability if it helps the pokemon, but nothing godly or legendary. Speaking of which, no new legendaries either. I've got enough magic birds. It can be a fossil pokemon, or a rare pokemon, but nothing redundantly powerful. Well, if that's everything, then I best be going.

Keep writing, keep fighting.

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P.S.: Oh yea... I might make a few revisions on earlier chapters and tidy things up with the workings of Bold Font and Italics. I hope it makes the story a smoother read.