Our heroes where in the jet planes flying to their destination - The Evil Concil of Darkness's Hidden Island Fortress of Doom and Sorrow.

"So hey, " Gary asked the other's via intercom radio," how are we suuppose to find this place if it's, you know hidden and stuff."

"Do not worry Gary," Pikabert said over static bevause he's electirc rat," we have it marked on our gps."

Pikabert, along with Iris and the myetsy person who's identitie i will reveal soon relax were in the head jet shaoed like a skyarmy. Beside them were Brock and Misty is a Steelix-shaped jet, Gary and Lance in a Metnag-shaped jet, an Chill and Ches dialga -shaped jey.

"How much longer til we get to the island," iris asked shrifting in her seat. She was very nervous, for soon she knew they will face the Evil Concil's twisted leader- whoever they may be. The fate of their worl will be decided soon and Iris stomach was in duch a twirl she felt like throwing upchuck all over the small area inside thr cokpit.

But then Iris felt a hand on her shoulder and she turned around, tears streaming down her pudgy face. It was the MysteryPerson. Even though she had no idea who this pwrson was or how they'll play in with the fate of the eorld, there qas something very cumforting and familiar abotu this person. Iris smiled and wiped the silly-ovary tars from her yees. Whover they were they were a friend.

Pikabvert say the jestered that occured between the two ppls and nodded and then looked out the window. Hi mind was filled with Ash, the PokeHeavens only knows what trouble that dragon-child is getting into right now. He had seemed very distraught the last time he saw him after giving him that sappy speech about family what if...what if he had flown to Palpelt Town and attacked his mother. Pikabert shivered at the thoght of Delia doing dishes and then her demon-son Ash bursting through the walls with outlandish demands of truth.

"Hey what's dhat," Brock the blind prophet voice said breaking Pikabert out of his ideas. He looked to his left and gasped. "No...it couldn't be..."

Over in the distance was a peach hot-air balloon with neko ears and weskers. That could only mean one thing...Team Tokcet wat here!

Pikabet launched at the control stick and flew in their direction.

"Pikeabert waht are thy doing," Lance screeched," doth is calavanting off our course!?"

"It's ok guys," Pikabert comforted," i know these doods I just want to ashed them some questions."

Pikabert braked his jet and told Iris and Mystery to stay where they were just in case and then jumped out of the jet but was Albert Wesker so he did all thses cool animu backflps and laded on the eged on the balloon basket.

"Alright Team LAME-OS start talking whats up," Pikabert demanded chezks sparking in battle tought cop routine.

"Pikachu you can talk," Jessie asked monotonously. Bothj her,James, and Mewoth were very thin, their cheek bones very visable and the wind would blow through their ribs them making beautiful music. If there was a down-and-out man ready to give up on life and then heard this wonderous meldly, he would stop what he was doing and get a wife and open up a tannering workshop in bliss.

"It's pk guys,"meowth said reassuringly," You sees Pikeachu was really this super cool dude named Albeoit Wesker, I'ss should know."

"And how do you know that meowth," James asked the only not grossly unhealfthy was his bazooka leg which shone in the sun blinding pidgeys to their watery doom.

"Because just as i am the famed Albert Wesker, Meowth is really Harry Mason!"

DUN DUN DUUUUUUU NNNNNNNNNNNNNN

Jessie and James gasped. "Meowth how could you," Jessie exclaimed feeling betrayed. "sorry babe hate the game not the playa," Meowson replied in his typical cockney accent.

"You see," Pikabert got ready to exposition," back when i was a human Harry was my jealous rival who would always be trying to steal my bio-genetic inventions and claim them as his own. But then the Ouroborous virus thing happened and we turned into the pokemon!"

Meowson then picked up the story to tell hiis chums," and I have always blamed Wesker for destroying my beautiful body that women would go gaga about! That's why through the power of telepathic suggestion i have made it so we chase after him and his human-meat shield Ash Katchup!"

"Speaking of where is the little twerpster," James asked who has been taking the Mwoeson's web of lies and betrayal very well.

Pikabert's ears flattened sadly,"i'm afriad to say that Ash is no longer with us. Not that he's dead or nothing but he has realized his true self as the Shiny Crystal Arces Dragon and is now going to kill the world."

Meowson shook his head. "couldn't have happened to a nicer twerp"

Pikabert hessitated a bit but then asked," Harry can i ask you a question?"

"Might as well," Meowson replied," it's not like we're going no where. Hot Air Baloons are literally the worst form of travel."

"Then could you...go to Pallet Town and look after Ash's mom, Delia?" Pikabert's bottom lip quivered in worry for his old scientist-days galfriend," i'm worried for her safety, both phsycially and emotionally."

Meowson was silent for a while which made Pikabert worried but then he replied," yes sure thing Albert." Pikabert smiled big and giggled a little and the two former enemies exteneded their paws for a handshake.

"But how will we know ehich house is hers," Jessie asked a little concerned about the whole deal.

"do not worry," Pikabert said climbing the ladder that led back up to the jet," there are only two houses in Pallet Town and her's is the one that has most beautiful spice garden out front."

Meowson gave Pikabert a salute as he climbed back into the cockpit where Iris and Mystery were waiting.

"Who were they and what was all that about," Iris asked.

"just...an old friend of mine," Pikabert said as they took off. He looked back though through the window at the balloooon that had his former nemisis now ally in it. Pikabert closed his eyes and sighed as they went straight to the Evil Island Place where his comrades as well as the fate of world