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Chapter 016 – Death Threats with a Flashback

Over in Kalos…

As six dark pulses and three sets of air slashes streaked towards them, Hawlucha leaped into the air to dodge and strike with flying press while Froakie and Rowlet fired off water pulse and leafage, both of which were useless against the incoming attacks. And as they were less than a few feet away, surely to be the three Pokémon's doom, a large dark object appeared in front of them, taking on all the incoming attacks with ease, throwing a deep, chilling fog into the air.

And upon squinting through the darkness, Hawlucha could make out what was an inky black scythe, one that was spinning before them to block the incoming attacks.

"What-what the heck is that!" exclaimed Grunt one.

"I dunno?" answered Grunt two.

The fog thickened, making the warm night of Lumiose feel like the cold of Snowbelle City. And before them, it coalesced into an imposing floating eight-foot-tall figure, revealed to be a chilling glowing skeleton covered in ice shards, armed with a lethal scythe made of ice, a shredded cloak covering its body, exposing only its feet and hands. But the most terrifying part was the sinister ice-blue glow from the eye sockets, randomly flickering in a frozen image of terror, all combined into the form of the Grim Reaper.

"Leeeavvveeee…" spoke a guttural, scratchy voice in PokéSpeech. But to the humans, it was a menacing growl.

And with that, six Team Flare grunts screamed like little girls and ran for their lives, recalling their Pokémon without looking back, terrified of what could be chasing them.

Moments later, the form of the icy Grim Reaper turned to the trio, two of whom were shaking to their bones with fear. The third, Hawlucha, sighed.

"Really Glalie – Halloween 2016?"

"Are you mad Hawlucha!" squeaked Froakie in terror (looking back, Froakie would never admit to behaving in such an undignified manner.)

The figure on the other hand suddenly spoke in a much more friendly and casual voice.

"What? It worked, though I didn't expect it to be that easy – I had skeletal wyrms and floating ice spears ready to skewer them and stuff…"

"What the Fuck!" spoke a shocked Froakie.

"Brother Greninja, brother Rowlet, meet brother Glalie. Brother Glalie, meet brother Greninja and brother Rowlet-"

-It's Snorunt for now" spoke the figure, the cloak falling off to reveal an upside-down cone-shaped Ice type sitting inside the ribcage of what was just a doctor's office prop skeleton.

Random ice shards embedded in various parts of the prop skeleton made it look like a monstrosity, though up close the plastics exposed due to said ice made its realism rather weak.

"How…how in the name of the distortion realm did you do that!"

"Oh, that's a long story. Just after-"

"Brother, give them the cliff notes."

"Ok, so here-"

"I meant the very, very, short cliff notes."

"Fine. Long story short, I can use psychic like any Psychic type can, thanks to a lot of practice and mental exercises. And with that, I could make the whole creepy skeleton floating thing happen. Add in a few ice weapons made with ice beam, some LEDs, and a fog created by icy wind on a warm Kalos night and you've got yourself one creepy monster ready to instill fear into the minds of pesky villains.

And besides, my species lack arms once we evolve and the tiny paws I've got right now aren't very useful, and I can't wield Rosie and Martha as an ordinary Glaile-"

Froakie honestly didn't even want to know who or what 'Rosie' and 'Martha' were – the Ice type was starting to unnerve him; maybe he was likely one of his Liege Lord's less sane Pokémon…

"So…where are we headed fellas?" asked the Ice type.

"A workshop near Lumiose tower brother."

"Big tower lit up like the sun?"

"Yes."

"Then let's get going!"

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Nearly an hour later, the quartet found themselves on the roof of Meyer's workshop/home of the Citroen family, just five buildings away from Lumiose Tower and the Gym. Sneaking in through an air duct, the four Pokémon made their way through the building, looking through various air vents in pursuit of their human friends (Bonnie was a friend only because she was so young – if she were just a few years older Pikachu might've murdered her for frequently cock-blocking Ash).

And nearly a dozen vents later, they heard something familiar to Froakie and Hawlucha, specifically snoring that resembled the sound of popping fireworks.

Peering into the room from an air duct, they could see the familiar outline of their good friend Clemont, fast asleep on a workbench with what the two Kalos Pokémon recognized as the incomplete form of Clembot.

But as Rowlet pushed the others forward, trying to get a view of what was going on, the air duct below them popped loose, dropping the four Pokémon smack dab on Clemont's head, who promptly woke up, clutching his aching skull.

Nearby, a familiar Luxray awoke from a nap, blinking in confusion, confused as to why he was back in Clemont's room and not at a research lab in Alola.

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"My head…" moaned Clemont.

Upon seeing the now awake blond, Hawlucha pulled his sleeve, getting his attention.

"What…where…where am I? And where did these Pokémon come from?"

Knowing that Clemont didn't understand PokéSpeech, the Fighting-Flying type grabbed some paper and a pencil and scribbled out a message in handwriting that could only be described as Pidgey scratch.

'Hi Clemont. It's me, Hawlucha, Ash's Hawlucha. And Greninja, who's devolved into a Froakie. And two of Ash's other Pokémon.'

'Right now, we need help getting back to Ash! And no, we don't know what in the name of Arceus is going on.'

"Am I dreaming?"

'I wish.'

"And – What the hell! Why am I nineteen? How is my mother pregnant with Bonnie? And why am I back home!"

'We don't know. Though hopefully, Ash will know what's going on.'

"Why would Ash know? Does he have something to do with all this?

And with that question, Snorunt grabbed the pencil, using psychic to continue their explanation.

'I'm unsure in that regard, but something of this magnitude will somehow tie into Ash – he's the Chosen One, and he, and by extension, us, are always dragged into mind-blowingly crazy and/or world-ending events.'

'How do think you were able to see well over a dozen legendaries throughout your adventures with Ash – interacting with Legendaries and saving the world is a job forced upon him with no benefits and job security in the sense that even if you die, you'll somehow get resurrected. Worst health insurance plan ever.'

"That's…really messed up."

'Too true mate.'

"So, the only way to figure out what's going on is to find Ash?"

'Yes, and I highly advise we make haste with that regard, seeing as Team Flare is hunting us down. '

continued Hawlucha.

"What the hell! And you're leading them right here!"

'Don't fret. Snorunt scared them off and we hopefully have…

"I'd say forty-eight hours – I used a knockoff version of dream-eater attack that I made a few years back that doesn't work on Pokémon but can make people's memories over the past few hours fuzzy and make them sensitive to the point that a flickering lightbulb will freak them out."

"Wow. That's impressive!" replied Froakie.

"Umm…what about Team Flare?"

'Don't worry. They won't be a problem for the next two days, but we do need to figure out our next move.'

But before the blond inventor could reply to this, a sudden ping from his computer directed his attention away from the Pokémon, specifically an email from a very important person.

Dr. Clemont Citron,

I am pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into the Oak Research Apprentice Program for the position of Junior Researcher at my laboratory.

I hope that you choose to accept this opportunity and soon see you engaging in innovative research at my lab at Pallet Town, Kanto.

Regards,

Dr. Samuel Oak.

PhD in Pokémon Science

PhD in Pokémon History

PhD in Pokémon Biology

PhD in Human Biology

Head of the International Pokémon Research Institute

(And many more Doctorates and titles that the author is way too fucking lazy to list.)

As Clemont processed the opportunity before him, Froakie started exploring the inventor's workshop, immediately stumbling upon a newspaper, one that was the day's edition that made him immediately swear.

"What did'jya find Mista Froakie?" squeaked Rowlet.

"A newspaper, today's edition. And read it because I can't believe it!"

Le Temps Kalosian

August 7th, 2013

Lois Lane

Yesterday evening, the Royal Family of Kalos was proud to announce the beginning of the Grand Consort Balls, a series of events for many distinguished young men across the world who wish to lay claim to the title of Consort to the future Queen of Kalos. Princess Serena, who on the sixth of this month turned sixteen, became eligible to begin searching for a suitor to lay claim to her heart and to the title of her future consort as per the decrees of the Royal Family.

On the 12th of September, the first Grand Ball will take place, after which each subsequent Ball will take place every three months until Princess Serena's eighteenth birthday when her future consort will be announced.

"This first Ball will be the start of what will become Princess Serena's legacy when she ascends the throne when she turns twenty-five." speaks real-estate tycoon Andros Kojiro, whose son is amongst the many suitors who will attend to lay claim to a place at the Princess's side.

The Grand Balls will take place at a variety of locations across the nation, the first being held at Château de Chambord, the seat of power of the Royal Family in Marseille, the capital of Kalos.

For more information on the Grand Consort Balls, see page 2.

For the life of Princess Serena, see page 4.

And just under the title of the front page was a picture of a familiar honey-blond teen in a blue ball gown.

"What in the name of Yveltal is going on!" swore Froakie.

"Language brother Greninja!" admonished Hawlucha.

"Yes, yes. But still, what madness is this!"

"I do agree with you-"

"Ok, back up a sec. Is this 'Princess Serena' somebody you guys know?"

"You do not know of her brother Glalie? She is our female travel companion during our travels in Kalos and the one who will become our Liege Lord's mate."

"Oh, that Serena! So I'm guessing she wasn't a princess before?"

"Not that we were aware of – she lived with her mother and had a modest life, though we know nothing of her father."

"So if she traveled with Ash and you guys, then she must know where Ash is! Let's go!" squeaked Rowlet.

The mixture of excited and freaking-out chatter of the Pokémon drew Clemont away from the screen and right to the paper in Froakie's hands.

"Holy Shit! Serena's a princess! And she's looking to get married! Ok. My mind is completely blown!"

Yes. And all the more reason to get to Ash ASAP. And seeing as you right now have an open invitation to Pallet Town, let's get going.

"Ok guys – give me a few days to figure stuff out and then we can leave for Pallet Town – finding Ash aside, this is the opportunity of a lifetime, and I would be an idiot to throw it away."

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Intermission: Krookodile's Adventures – Part 3:

After two weeks spent filling out paperwork with thirty crushed pens clutched in his mouth, Krookodile (still a Sandile) had finally finished the stack of paperwork, including the Blue-Balls form that had an option regarding the probability of nude flashes, skimpy underwear, and conservative underwear for all incidences. Naturally, he set the first two to the maximum possible values, leaving a result of 15% nothing, 60% thongs, and 25% ultra-conservative underwear (Krookodile tragically couldn't set it to zero – something about overly conservative and old-fashioned nobles)

With a smile on her face, Wanda the Celebi snapped her fingers and the paperwork disappeared with a pop, off to be filed away in the nTH dimension.

"Now that the paperwork has been dealt with, we can proceed with the fun stuff – deciding where to drop you off in the timeline-" stopped Wanda, interrupted by a phone call from a Nokia 3310 (made sense to Sandile – somehow, the engineers at Nokia had created a device that could withstand the power of Arceus's Judgement – it was the only logical device that could withstand the forces of repeatedly passing through the space-time continuum. Maybe Team Ketchum should invest in those instead of the latest iPhone…)

Interrupting the Desert Croc Pokémon's trail of thought with a sigh, the time travel Pokémon spoke, "Ok…so an emergency came up and I won't be able to comprehensively go through the timeline with you to find the optimal place to drop you off at – we've got an all-hands-on-deck situation – multiple variants of your team have been running amok the multiverse, targeting universes where the region of Paldea exists and are killing a pair of ten-year-olds there in various ways, from murder to creating thermonuclear warheads and wiping the nation of Paldea off the face of the Earth, with their reasoning being "not letting some brats steal Ash's Plot Armor".

So I'm just going to drop you off in…oh, I just got a message – I'm supposed to drop you off at a point in the future where you'll be involved in a crossover."

But before Sandile could ask what exactly she meant by that, a wormhole appeared right under him with a snap of Wanda's fingers, sending him hurling through the timestream.

"Hmm…I have the oddest feeling I'm forgetting something…oh yeah, sunglasses – I have my intern drop it off when he arrives at his destination…But I still feel that something's missing…oh well, that's a problem for future me." muttered Wanda.

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Flying on their balloon away from Celadon, Meowth reflected on what the Trio had just learned of but an hour ago.

In some ways, their newfound knowledge answered several questions, yet at the same time raised even more. And worse, he, and by extension, Jessie and James didn't even want to act upon it.

Yeah sure, it was direct orders from the boss, but it was very different from what they were used to doing.

Stealing Pokémon was one thing, but accessory to murder – that was a line too far.

"So we're all in agreement then?"

"Yes. We owe them way too much to even go through with such an order."

"But what if the Boss finds out!"

"Well, I don't want da universe to cease to exist – if the twerp dies then who will save the universe every time the author writes in a Movie? And don't forget da fact that Satoshi Tajiri keeps making new movies, though I don't think dat even Arceus himself knows what's going on with the franchise lately…"

"True, true.

"Wobbuffet!"

"Mime. Mime."

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A few days later…

As Pikachu was just about to munch on some smores, his sensitive ears picked up on something. And just moments later, a smoke bomb struck, enveloping their campsite in darkness.

"What's going on!" yelled Brock.

And as the dust cleared, three figures appeared.

"Prepare for trouble, a question I hear!"

"Make it double, an answer to bear!"

"Beyond space, an evil forever!"

"And throughout time, some good to deliver!"

"And don't forget Me!"

"To denounce the evils of truth and love!"

"To extend our reach to the stars above!"

"It's Jessie!"

"And James!"

"Team Rocket, blasting off at the speed of light!"

"Surrender now, or prepare to fight!"

"Meowth! That's right!"

"Wobbuffet!"

"Mime, Mime. Mime, Mime!"

"What is now you three?" sighed Pikachu.

"With an attitude like dat I'd not wanna help you, coz right now we have some really important stuff you need to hear."

"What could you possibly know that would matter to us?" asked Misty, irritated over her now burnt smores.

"Well, does the fact that somebody wants the twerp dead sound important?" replied Jessie casually.

"Wait WHAT!" yelled the three teens in shock.

"Yes, so can we sit down and discuss this like civilized people?" sighed James at the twerps being well…twerps.

"Fine. But no funny business." grumbled Pikachu.

"Gotcha pal."

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"Well, ever since we woke up in this timeline, we learned that we were retired Team Rocket operatives at the age of twenty-seven instead of active ones like we used to be – apparently, we were really good at stealth missions!" stated Jessie.

"Oh?"

"And this morning, we got a call from the Boss, saying that he needed us at HQ ASAP.

He apparently wanted us out of retirement for a spy mission, to in his words 'Track down a brat whose head I want on a pike'." continued James.

"Yikes!" stuttered Misty.

"Oh shit!"

"But why?" asked Brock.

"Lemme go into a flashback so da readers can understand shit without you twerps interjecting every five seconds."

Flashback to two days ago at the Rocket HQ south of Celadon:

"Hey Jamie, ya got a feeling about what da Boss wants?" asked Meowth

"What am I? A Gothitelle?" snarked back James.

"Shut it you dweebs" hushed Jessie as Matori, the Boss's right hand appeared.

"Come. He's expecting you" spoke Matori with a blank expression, directing them to the door ahead.

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Inside, the trio found the Boss sitting in his armchair, though while his Persian was physically absent, its Poké ball sat on his desk.

"So…you three are the best we have…"

"Sss…Sir?"

"Yes, yes, I know of your capabilities and your skills – your resumes are quite impressive – Ariana's top recommendations along with the daughter of the late Miyamoto, Madam Rocket's second in command; I do hope you don't disappoint."

"We won't sir!" chorused' the Trio.

"Of course, of course. What do you three know of the Valley Incident?"

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"What's the Valley Incident?" asked Misty.

"Shush you twerps – didn't the author just say that there weren't gonna be any interjections!" screeched Jessie.

"Yeah! Now listen in like the rest of the audience!" growled James at being interrupted.

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"Umm…sir?"

"Do I have to repeat myself?"

"No...no, sir. It was a raid by da League nearly sixteen years ago that left da Team Rocket Valley base a pile of rubble" answered Meowth.

"I'm surprised…"

"Sir?" squeaked out Jessie and James.

"I'm surprised the cover story has held up so well."

"What?"

"Let me fill you three in on what exactly happened:

Almost sixteen years ago, the Team Rocket Valley base was attacked. But not by the League forces, but by a single man.

Pokémon Champion Red." spat out the Team Rocket Boss with pure venom.

"He single-handedly attacked the base, killed one-hundred-and-three agents, three admins, and Madam Rocket herself, after which he blew up the base to a pile of rubble.

Of the people present at that base, only one person survived…me. And on that day, I swore I would get my revenge for killing Madam Rocket and nearly bringing Team Rocket to its end." growled the Rocket Boss.

"Umm…Boss. I don't want to be rude or anything but what does dis have to do with us?" hesitantly asked Meowth.

"Now this is where things get interesting. Just a few days ago, I received word of Daisy Waterflower gushing about a skilled trainer that decimated her team, including her Mega-Gyarados, but more importantly, her infamous Slowking.

What made this stand out was that the trainer in question had less than four months of experience under his belt and had Pokémon that pulled off a win that should have been all but impossible. Firstly, no freshly evolved Riolu-turned-Lucario should be able to take on and beat Daisy's Mega-Gyarados, even one that somehow could pull off Mega-Evolution right after evolving. Secondly, and more egregiously, no mere Pikachu could take on and defeat Daisy's Slowking, let alone vaporize an entire battlefield." said the Team Rocket Boss, pointing to a screen that showed what was left of the Cerulean Gym's aquatic battlefield, a crater that crews were working on filling up.

"That's impossible!" stuttered Jessie.

"I would agree with you, except for the fact that something very similar happened on a larger scale during the Valley incident, where a bolt of pure plasma from Champion Red's Pikachu vaporized the Valley Base save for the lower-level storage vaults that barely survived.

Two Pikachu pulling off distant, yet similar displays of power – well, I am all but certain that the Pikachu used by this trainer, Ash Ketchum, is the offspring of the Champion's Pikachu.

And if true, then why would the reclusive Champion give away the offspring of one of the most powerful non-legendary Pokémon to ever exist to some no-name brat?

And something even more interesting is that Ash Ketchum is one of Oak's prodigies, just like Champion Red was when he started out." stated the Rocket Boss.

"So what does that mean sir?" asked James.

I have a theory – working under Oak is a smokescreen for this brat being Red's apprentice, or maybe even his son – it would explain how he has such a powerful Pikachu, especially if the latter were true, along with the skills he shows as a trainer – no new trainer would've been able to beat a trainer of Daisy Waterflower's caliber, even with the ultimate Pikachu. Add in the fact that he has a Lucario, a Pokémon not native to Kanto, and a Charmeleon, which is essentially half of Champion Red's known team, and I'm very confident in my theory."

"Dat's one strong theory sir." replied Meowth.

"Good. You understand my thought process.

Now. Your mission. Follow this 'Ash Ketchum' and track his movements – get as much information as you can, and find the link he has with Red. Take as much time as you need – I won't spare any expense until I am certain that we can capture and interrogate the brat on Red's whereabouts."

"But what happens after dat?" asked Meowth.

"Ahh…I'll kill him just like how Red killed Madam Rocket…nice and slow. Nice and slow…. Though if he doesn't have anything to do with Champion Red, I'll give the brat a swift death – never it be said that I'm not merciful.

Now chop-chop – you three have a mission now!"

"Sir yes sir!" chorused the Trio.

End Flashback…

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"HOLY SH*T!" squeaked out a shocked Pikachu.

"What the HELL!" screeched Misty, angry at the thought of someone wanting to hurt her boyfriend.

"Yeah…but…but my dad might be this Red guy?" stuttered out Ash, completely nonplussed about the fact that somebody wanted him to die a very slow and painful death.

"I don't know Ash…" replied Brock.

"Ok. So the Rocket Boss's theories are definitely off the mark-" started Pikachu.

"But what if my dad-"

"Shush Ash – let me finish.

Let's say that hypothetically, Red was your pa. And sure, I was sired by your pa's Pikachu, and you happen to have a Lucario and a Charmeleon, essentially half of Champion Red's known team once Charizard's wings are back, and theoretically his entire team if we include Snorlax, Lapras, and Pidgeot, but aside from Charizard and Lucario, the rest are by no means rare in Kanto. And besides, just because two trainers have the same Pokémon doesn't mean they're related!"

"So dat's stupid reason number one?" pondered Meowth.

"Next, if we weren't time travelers, his theory of receiving training from said champion could also be possible.

But here's where the holes in the idea that the Champion named after a generic color is your dad.

First, your dad's been dead for well over twelve years – there's a death certificate and everything-"

"How do you know that for certain?" asked Brock.

"I had Noctowl dig up everything on you in this timeline just to make sure we didn't miss something big that could be different from the other timeline.

Secondly, we know Champion Red is alive, seeing as he was last publicly spotted six years ago when Samantha Jones nearly beat Lorelei during her elite four challenge after winning the Indigo Conference."

"How do you know all that?" asked Ash.

"What – I've been going through my memories of this timeline during my free time and remember watching that match and seeing him shaking hands with Jones afterward on camera.

Next, your dad and Red barely look alike, with the only similarities being their height and hairstyles.

"But still, ignoring these facts is the truth of the many more holes in this theory as your decade-old underwear-"

"HEY!"

"Explain?" questioned Brock.

"For one, if Red was your dad, Mama Ketchum wouldn't speak fondly of a man that had essentially abandoned you two – she wouldn't keep the memories of a man who abandoned her and her son alive with all those stories she told you of him over the years in this timeline."

And once again, Ash recalled several memories of Mom's stories about Dad, an iconic one being the fact that somehow, the first day of his adventures with his Pikachu was nearly identical to his from the previous timeline, minus the whole 'I saw Ho-oh' and the 'stolen fried bicycle' incidents.

"And secondly, he never won the Pokémon league, losing in the finals to the mysterious Pokémon trainer Blue who went on to become the Kanto Champion that year. After that, he went on to join the Pokémon Rangers where he worked for the next eleven years until the "Mossdeep Disaster" when a tsunami flooded the island of Mossdeep and he lost his life during the evacuation efforts.

Red on the other hand made his debut roughly two years after your dad left the league scene and went on to win that year's Indigo Conference, after which he quickly took on the title of the Kanto Pokémon Champion after beating Champion Blue. A little over a year later, he won the Silver Conference and went on to defeat a then twenty-five-year-old Champion Lance Wataru and became the first-ever Kanto-Johto Champion.

No offense to you Dad, but Richard Ketchum's records have nothing on Champion Red's, and they are definitely not the same person – if we could find him, we could even do a DNA test-"

"No need buddy…I guess you're right…" sighed Ash.

"Why do you sound upset Ash?" asked Misty.

"I just wish I could get to know him instead of listening to stories about him from Mom…"

"It's easier to be upset about a parent that abandoned you than one that died…" sighed Pikachu,

"Twerp. Take it from someone who lost a parent at a young age – cherish the memories that you have and don't go chasing after ghosts." said Jessie.

"That sounds awfully intelligent for you…"

"HEY! I'm not an idiot!" growled Jessie.

"A pair of Beheeyeem would say otherwise…" remarked Pikachu.

"They called you two idiots too!" chucked Meowth.

"That can be blamed on Ho-oh – Jessie and James don't have an excuse."

"He's got a fair point you two." remarked Meowth, earning a double smack from both Jessie and James and leaving the Normal type seeing stars.

"So now what? You've told us about your boss's plan, but what will you three do?" asked Misty, concerned about her boyfriend – she had just gotten him and would not let him die thanks to an evil crime boss.

"Well, we can't abandon the mission – da Boss would get someone else to do it, and we're definitely not gonna have any part in your demise, so…"

"Feed him fake information, or at least half-truths, enough to keep him off our backs, at least until we can deal with him, though I'd want to wait until we're a bit stronger to do so.

Can you three do that?"

"We'll try…" answered a hesitant James after hearing Meowth's translation.

"Fine. We'll do it. But only because the author wants you to eventually knock up Misty and the other twerpettes so that the epilogue will be you living a long prosperous life surrounded by enough kids to start an NBA team." answered Jessie, once again breaking the fourth wall, leaving Brock gasping, Misty blushed, and Ash confused.

"Why would I knock out my friends?"

"GAHHH!" screeched the Rocket Trio.

All of Ash's Pokémon present laughed with glee at the thought of over a dozen Ashlings in the distant future…"

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To any French readers, I apologize if my translation of "The Kalosian Times" is incorrect – the text used above was what Google Translate spat out, so if my French was wrong…oops. Sorry.