A bit of background before we begin: I stopped watching Poke'mon after Advanced Battle because of the voice change. I've been watching it again to relive my childhood before college begins (and I have nothing better to do cause school is a joke…if you're smart and not "part of the system" as The Lonely Island puts it ^_^). I believe that it should have ended after Hoenn because it just got ridiculous and it has changed so damn much! Grrr! But anyway, this is how I think it should end for Team Rocket. Enjoy.

Go West (again), Young Meowth

He had his standard knapsack tied to an end of a stick, trudging his way back to Hollywood. I'm home, Meowth thought as he sighed and then keeled over from exhaustion.

Hollywood had transformed since his last visit: it was bustling with life again! Buildings stood erect with glossy windows that no longer were cracked or boarded up. It was a city that never slept again! Lights were shining as far as the eye could see! Oh! And the smells! Food! Meowth thought, scrumdidly-umptious food! But enough of that! Food could wait! Meowth had his mind and heart set on something else: Meowzie!

"I wonda if she remembers meh," Meowth sighed. Probably, yeh are a "freak" afteh all.

He got up and started on. Giovanni had given all his former agents a hefty sum of money to ensure that each agent would find an apartment and have the necessary staples for a month; that way, the agent should be able to provide for themselves. What compelled Giovanni to give away his money (even to agents such as Jessie, James, and Meowth)? Well, that remains forever unanswered. Meowth was a Poke'mon of course, so money wasn't really needed for him to survive. He considered himself rich! And dat's exactly what I need tah win Meowzie ovah!

Meowth's eyes were shinning! He would win at all costs! He felt more confident then ever, more so than all those times when he felt confident about securely capturing Pikachu. He decided to get a small place and lavish it up to impress his beloved Meowzie.

"Hmm! She'll absolutely love meh!" Meowth grinned to himself.

He had come to an apartment lot that was brand new. "Sweet! The foist month is free! That'll mean I can buy all da best foiniture and food money can buy!" Meowth was overjoyed. He ran inside and quickly found the landlord. "I'd like a room, pwease."

"Hmmmm….I dunno about that, Mister?"

"Meowth!"

"Mr. Meowth. Do you have money?" The landlord asked.

"Yahs I do. But I thought da foist month was free?" Meowth was puzzled. He never understood humans much, only Jessie and James.

"Alright Mr. Meowth. I'll let you live here. But you'd better be able to pay all the bills that come with the apartment. You know, water, electric, gas, blah, blah, blah. And keep your place clean and keep the noise down or I'll hafta run you out with your tail between ya legs," and the landlord reluctantly let Meowth sign the apartment contract.

"Yippee! I did it! My own place! I don't know who 'Bill' is, but when I see 'im, I'll give 'im 'is money!" Meowth exclaimed as he walked into to his own place.

The next day, Meowth went out to buy some extravagant furniture. He found a local place and immediately headed on in.

"Wowzers! Beds! Chairs! A TV! I've nevah seen so much comfortable-looking tings in my whole life!" Meowth had been on the streets or camping out under the stars with Jessie and James his whole life. This was completely new to him. A much too cheerful salesman waltzed up to him.

"May a help you, good sir?"

"Sure! I'm lookin' fer some fointure to make my pad a bit more, um, classy," Meowth replied.

"Well! I've got just the package for you, my good sir!" The salesman took Meowth over to look at a catalogue. "This is our very own Classy Combo Package! It will give an apartment the most appealing look of refined style and character!"

"Really? That sounds great! How much?" The two discussed price and Meowth agreed rather quickly. Sure, it would leave him with only about a quarter of what Giovanni had given him, but that was the price to pay for love.

It was the next day. Meowth had his "pad" completely decked out for Meowzie. He even bought delicious, classy food that filled the pantries and cupboards.

"Hmm. I gots about fifty dollahs left. I guess I'll but dat away in case I evah run into that Bill."

Now, it's time to find Meowzie! Meowth set off to find his (supposed) true love; and he knew exactly where to find her. "And if I evah run into dat Persian, well den, I'll just have to pull a few whiskahs offa 'im! Dat'll set 'im straight!" Meowth was booming with even more confidence.

As he was walking along, he saw a tuxedo shop right next to him. "Hmm, I suppose I should look nice when I talk ta her." And he waltzed right in and bought a simple black bowtie for about ten dollars. I guess I'll just hafta give Bill foity now.

He had finally reached the alley he was looking for. It was dark and ever so ominous; but he didn't care: Love was on his mind!

"Meowzie! I've come back for yah!" He bellowed. All of a sudden, pairs of eyes were looking at him from all around. Soon, the eyes became a gang of Meowth. "Take me to 'im." And the gang did.

After a short walk, Meowth was face to face with Persian, the leader of the Meowth gang, and right behind him was little Meowzie.

"Nya! Nya-nah! (Meowth! You came back!)" Meowzie mewed.

"Of course I did! I'll always be back for youse! And before youse say it, I'm not a freak! I'm just a Meowth that is absolutely in love wiff youse!" Meowth was confident he would get her back.

"Nya nya nya (Maybe you're right but prove it then!)" She said.

"I gots a house, money, and just look at my bowtie! I gots all dis for youse. We can live togedah foreveh! Come on! I love youse!" Meowth pleaded. Eh! I shoulda got her a ring or sumtin'! But Meowzie got up from where she sat and jumped into Meowth's paws. She gave him a lick on the cheek.

"Ohs Meowzie! I knew ya'd see it my's way." They were on their way to the apartment, but Persian spoke up:

"Myah myeh (Oi! Meowzie, you're just gonna leave with that traitor after I took you in)?"

She ran up to him and gave him a hug, saying she was grateful for all that he had done. This seemed to be all he needed to hear, so Persian let her go. The two arrived at the "pad."

"Well, here it is! My home!" Meowth exclaimed. "Whaddya wanna do?"

"Nya ( I don't know)."

"Wells, we could watch TV!"

"(Sure! I haven't done that in forever!)" She said. The two got onto the "classy" couch and began watching TV. Soon, they were asleep.

It was Friday, Meowth's sixth day back in Hollywood. He was living the life he always thought he deserved! He was rich and had the Poke'mon of his dreams! The two were together forever! Or so Meowth confidently thought.

The two had watched TV and play music nonstop for three days, and not to mention Swinubbed out. Meowth highly doubted the very existence of "Bill" so he spent the rest of his money to buy Meowzie a beautiful ribbon as gift. Then, there was a knock at the door. He answered. It was the landlord bearing a very irate-looking face.

"That's it, Meowth! You are out!" He screamed.

"B-but, why?"

"You haven't paid your bills and are causing too much noise! The other tenants are complaining and since you haven't paid the electricity bill, I've been having to! You are done!" He grabbed the two cat Poke'mon by the tails and threw them out on the street. It was a gloomy night.

"Nya nya nya nya! (What's the idea, Meowth! I thought you said you were rich!" Meowzie was just as furious as the landlord.

"I-I am!" Meowth defended, his confidence quickly fading away.

"Nya! (Hmph!)" And with that, Meowzie walked away, tearing her ribbon from her neck and tossing it in front of a heart-broken Meowth.

He saw that Persian was waiting for her, just like before. He left the city, tears sprawling down his furry cheeks. He was sitting on top of a grassy hill, looking down at the bustling city.

He was all alone again–Meowth had lost his beloved Meowzie for the third and final time.