"Where have you been, huh? You think you can just wander off whenever you feel like it, you idiot? Now we lost that Pikachu because we had to go look for you! What's your excuse this time?" Jessie fumed furiously while she shook James.
"I'm sorry, Jessie, it's just that I saw this man dressed as a Teddiursa…"
"So?" She asked impatiently.
"…And he was giving people free hugs…"
"So?!" She said again.
"…And that man was Butch." He finished.
Jessie stopped shaking and stared at him, not believing what she'd just heard.
"You mean Cassidy's Butch? The chainsmoker?" James nodded, grinning.
"Show me. This I gotta see." James led her to where he'd seen him and they watched him from behind a tree.
"And you're sure it's him?" Jessie asked suspiciously.
"I recognise that voice everywhere." James answered.
"Now I've seen everything." Meowth commented while they looked at the huge Teddiursa, his arms spread out to give a hug to a little girl. It was silent between the three rocket-members for a moment, and then they burst out, laughing hysterically and rolling over the ground. After a few minutes they stopped and James giggled: "I have a plan."
Finally it was over. 8 long hours, 256 hugs and 21 attempts of molestation later Butch was finally back in his hotel room.
He had called it a day after an old lady with some kind of bear-fetish had started to come on to him. He could still smell her musky perfume that reminded him of his own grandma and had to suppress the urge to puke.
He had taken off his Teddiursa-head and started to empty his pockets, which were supposed to be filled with Pokeballs. He found exactly 13 Pokeballs and a small note he'd never seen before.
He folded it open and read: 'Hi Mr. Bear. Come to my room tonight. My room number is 33. See you later!' Butch rolled his eyes and put the note on his nightstand. He wondered how James had managed to write that note and put it in his backpocket in less then 10 seconds. Or had it been 10 minutes? Butch decided that he must've been so overwhelmed by James' idiocy that he just forgot how long the hug lasted.
He began to throw the Pokeballs open one by one to see which Pokemon came out of them. They held two Bellsprouts, a Bulbasar, an Odish, five Caterpies, three Kakuna's and two Rattata's. Butch fell back on the bed in frustration. 8 hours and nothing but useless Pokemon. It just couldn't have been worse than this.
He glanced at the clock and then back at the tiny note on his nightstand. What did James want from him? And why did he continue to act the way he did after he knew it was him? Butch was curious, to say the least. It was already well past 10, maybe he… But he couldn't possibly go over to that moron's room, could he?