Episode 87: World-Wide Wobbuffet
"Prepare for trouble!"
"Make it double!"
Jessie and James stand before Ash, Brock and Brenda, seemingly having taken them by surprise.
"To protect the world from devastation!"
"To unite all people within our nation!"
"To denounce the evils of truth and love!"
"To extend our reach to the stars above!"
"Jessie!"
"James!"
"Team Rocket blasts off at the speed of light!"
"Surrender now or prepare to fight!"
"Meowth, that's right!"
"Mime mime!"
Well, if this isn't a familiar sight, I don't know what is! What antics do Team Rocket have in store for us today?
Ash shouts, "You won't be getting Pikachu, no way!"
James suggests, "You might want to reconsider that. We've got one doozy of a machine on our side today."
Jessie offers, "So just hand over the Pikachu, and you won't have the misfortune of trying to fight it!"
Ash declares with frustration, "You guys will never learn! We can take anything you can dish out!"
Meowth grins. "I'm afraid that this time it will be us taking anything that you dish out, and then returning it to you tenfold!" He pulls out a remote control and presses a big red button. Then, from the sky, a giant Wobbuffet mech falls. Inside of a clear sphere in the center of the mech's stomach stands Wobbuffet.
"Wobbuffet!"
Not wanting to waste any more time, Ash orders, "Pikachu, Thunderbolt!"
"Pikaaaaa chuuuuuuu!"
Meowth declares, "Activating Mega Mirror Coat!" He presses a different button on the remote.
At the same time, Wobbuffet begins to glow with rainbow colors as it uses its Mirror Coat attack. Via the internal mechanics of the mech, energy from Wobbuffet is absorbed, and then projected and amplified to the outside of it, creating an even more powerful Mirror Coat around the mech. The Thunderbolt bounces off and just barely misses Pikachu as it jumps out of the way.
Ash shouts, "No way!"
Brock points out, "Ash, Mirror Coat only works against ranged attacks!"
Ash nods. "Pikachu, Iron Tail now!"
Pikachu leaps at the mech to slam its tail at it.
Meowth waggles a finger. "Oh no you don't! Activating Conclusive Counter!"
Wobbuffet once again begins to glow, this time with the orange light of a Counter. "Wobbuffet!" Once again, the attack is absorbed internally, and then projected externally.
Pikachu, having already started the attack, slams its tail down on the mech. "Chu, pik-!" It's then forced back by its own power multiplied. Pikachu seems to have taken some serious damage.
Ash shouts with concern, "Pikachu, are you alright!?"
Pikachu gets back up. "Pika!"
Ash asks, "How are we supposed to beat this thing? It just flings all of our attacks back at us!"
James proclaims, "That's exactly the point! The more you fight, the more you'll lose! You can't possibly hope to defeat us!"
Jessie laughs. "Who would have ever thought the big blue blob could ever be so useful?"
Ash is thinking hard, and suddenly has an idea. "Hey Brenda, do you and Kappaqueous want to help me out?"
Brenda nods. "We sure do!" She throws a Pokéball and lets Kappaqueous out.
Ash explains, "Alright, you two use Aqua Bomb at the exact same time we use Iron Tail."
Brenda nods. "Got it."
"Okay Pikachu, Iron Tail again!"
Brenda orders, "Aqua Bomb, now!"
The attacks are launched simultaneously. Meowth smiles. "You twerps just don't know when to give up." He moves to press a button, but suddenly realizes Ash's plan. He suddenly goes pale. "Guys…I can't use both the Mega Mirror Coat and the Conclusive Counter at the same time…"
Jessie, in anger, demands, "What do you mean!?" she snatches the remote out of Meowth's paws. "Let me see that." She presses both buttons at once.
Meowth shouts, "No! You'll overload the system!" But it's too late.
Wubbuffet looks extremely confused as it attempts to use two attacks at once and utterly fails. "Wobba!?" It looks up to see the two incoming attacks, and is unable to anything to deflect either, as the machine around it begins to break down from the overload. Then the two attacks impact, causing it to explode.
The explosion sends Jessie, James, and Meowth flying up and backwards into the sky, while Wobbuffet, due to its placement in the mech, is sent up and forwards, in the opposite direction. "We're blasting off again!"
"Wobbuffet!"
Ash and Brenda high-five. Brenda compliments, "That was a great idea, Ash!"
Ash plays it off. "Nah, Team Rocket always has some sort of flaw you can exploit, I've just become an expert at figuring out what that exploit is."
Jessie, James, and Meowth crash land in an alleyway in some city. James shouts angrily at Jessie, "Why'd you have to go and overload the system like that!?"
Jessie shouts back, "It's not my fault, blame Meowth for not designing a machine that can protect from two attacks at once!"
Meowth retaliates, "If anyone's to blame, it's that Wobbuffet of yours!"
Jessie thinks for a moment, and nods. "Yeah, actually it is. I take back what I said about it being useful." She groans. "Where is the blundering blob anyways?"
James points behind her. "There it is." He's pointing to a trashcan, out of which a blue mass, which could be the top of Wobbuffet's head, is sticking out.
Jessie says with annoyance, "Pull yourself out of there and let's go." She walks off, followed by James and Meowth.
The blue mass jumps out of the trashcan. It turns out that it was actually the back of a Quagsire's head, which was rummaging around in the trash. The Quagsire questions, "Quag?"
An elegant man wearing a fancy gray suit, monocle, and top hat, is out for an afternoon stroll. He walks along a path, completely carefree, until a Slashogun leaps out at him. The man shouts in fear, "Great scott!"
Slashogun threateningly barks, "Slash!"
The man begins to slowly step backwards. "Now, now, I don't want any trouble." But Slashogun steps forward, seemingly wanting trouble. The man shouts, "Somebody help me!"
The Slashogun prepares to leap at the man and attack, but then something can be heard from above. It's faint at first, but soon it can be heard that it's a scream. "Woooobbuuuffeeeet!" Wobbuffet falls from the sky and lands directly on top of the Slashogun, toppling it to the ground.
Wobbuffet appears dazed and confused. It looks around questioningly. "Wobba?"
The Slashogun, which Wobbuffet is now sitting atop of, forces its way out from underneath and runs off in terror. "Slashogun!"
The gentleman cheers in a foreign accent, "Bravo! Good show, old bean! I was afraid it was all over for me, but you fell like a savior from the sky! Bravo indeed!"
Wobbuffet appears slightly bashful. "Wobba…"
"You must come with me to my mansion, I insist, and I won't take no for an answer. You saved me, I intend to repay you in full!" Before Wobbuffet can agree, the gentleman drags him away.
The gentleman steps into a giant mansion and shouts, "Honey, I'm home! You simply must meet with this Pokémon! It saved my life!"
A large and plump older woman wearing a fancy red dress steps into the room. Upon seeing Wobbuffet, who's blushing at all the attention, she gushes, "Oh, what a sweetheart! And a cutie-pie to boot!" She begins to pinch Wobbuffet's cheeks. She looks up to her husband. "You say this darling saved your life?"
"Yes, I was about to be-"
She brushes him off and interrupts, "Yes, yes, of course. You know, we're still looking for a mascot."
The gentleman nods. "My thought exactly." He looks to Wobbuffet, "So what do you say, chap? Would like to be our team mascot?"
Wobbuffet isn't sure how to answer, but it gets the sense that the couple won't take no for an answer.
The gentlemen, his wife, and Wobbuffet step out from a building. The man and woman are wearing shirts with Wobbuffet's face emblazoned across it. They each carry some sort of stick. They walk towards a group of people, divided up into teams of two, each with a Pokémon mascot. The gentleman declares, "Are you ready to get your shuffle on?"
As it turns out, they are a shuffleboard team. The gentleman takes the first turn of the game. He slides the puck across the board, landing it two spots beneath the spot that awards maximum points.
His opponent steps up to the board and taunts, "Losing your edge, aren't you?"
The gentleman retorts, "Let's see you do better."
The opponent confidently takes his move, landing the puck above the gentleman's, but beneath the max point spot. "Beat that." He steps away.
The gentleman's wife is about to step up to take a turn, but she accidently on Wobbuffet's tail. After several seconds without a reaction, it suddenly leaps up and shouts in pain. "Wooooobbaaaa!" In its reaction, it accidently grabs the shuffleboard cue from the woman and rushes forward, in the direction of the board. While doing so, it trips over its own legs and falls forward, causing it to just happen to push the puck with the cue stick. The puck is sent gliding.
All around, people, not realizing this was an accident on Wobbuffet's part, watch in anticipation. The puck knocks the opponent's puck off the board, and then lands exactly in the middle of the spot that grants maximum points. Everyone bursts out cheering.
The gentleman proclaims, "Good show, old bean, good show!" He helps Wobbuffet back to his feet. "You never told me you were a natural at this game. With you on our side, we'll win for sure."
The opponent and his partner squint angrily at Wobbuffet.
The game now picks up and goes at high speed. The opposing team continues to make moves of various success, but Wobbuffet, now taking every turn, knocks all of their pucks away and lands all of its own perfectly. The audience is crazy with excitement. Several turns later, and Wobbuffet has won with a perfect game. Everyone cheers for Wobbuffet. They lift it up into the air and toss it up and down in a celebratory manner.
The opponent angrily yanks off his hat and slams it to ground, then stomps on it.
A sports magazine is shown close-up. On its front, Wobbuffet proudly stands, holding the shuffleboard cue over its shoulder and posing in the way a professional athlete would for a promotional shot.
Wobbuffet seems to have become quite the sports star. So much so, that when it and the gentleman step out from building, on their way to another shuffleboard game, judging by their uniforms, they are swarmed by paparazzi. They all are trying to ask Wobbuffet questions and take pictures of it. The crowd is too much for Wobbuffet, causing it run off in terror. "Wobbaaaaa!"
The gentleman shouts, "Hold up, old bean!" but Wobbuffet has far outran him by then.
The paparazzi, however, are unwilling to give up on Wobbuffet, and try to chase it down. They chase it back and forth, all across town. Everywhere that Wobbuffet attempts to run, they chase. Every place Wobbuffet hides, they find it. Out of desperation, Wobbuffet leaps into a trashcan and closes the lid behind it, but a reporter quickly opens the lid and asks, "Mr. Wobbuffet, would you care to explain to the press why you're running away right now?"
Wobbuffet leaps out of the can, forces its way past the reporter and resumes running. It happens to notice a food delivery truck that is just about to be closed up. Wobbuffet dives in just as the door falls and the truck drives off.
Several reporters make it to the point where the truck just was and stop to look around. One asks, "Where'd it go? It was just here a second ago?" They're all lost in confusion.
On the truck, Wobbuffet breathes a sigh of relief, finally having made it to relative safety. "Wobbaaa…" It takes a moment to look around and sees that it's surrounded by food. Its stomach rumbles. Wobbuffet reaches for a nearby loaf of bread and hungrily scarfs it down. Then it reaches for more food.
The delivery truck pulls up outside of a fancy restaurant. The deliveryman and a man in a suit, likely the restaurant's owner, walk up to the back of the truck. The deliveryman is saying, "I've got your entire delivery here. Should be more than enough."
The owner nods. "Very good. I'm expecting a major dinner rush tonight."
The deliveryman opens the back of the truck, and reveals an extremely over-bloated Wobbuffet lying on the floor. It moans, "Wobbuffet…" The entire truckload of food has been cleared out.
The owner shouts in rage, "Is this some kind of joke!?"
The deliveryman shakes his head. "I have no idea how this Pokémon got here, I swear." He thinks for a moment. "Look, I can get you a rush delivery, but someone's going to have to pay for it."
The owner nods and looks towards Wobbuffet. "Indeed, someone is going to have to pay for it."
Wobbuffet gets a bad feeling about this. "Wobba…"
Who's that Pokémon!?
It attracts prey with a sweet aroma, then downs it with thorny whips hidden in its arms.
Wobbuffet, having no money, has been put to work as a dishwasher. It wears a brown plastic apron and yellow rubber gloves, despite the fact that they don't fit due to Wobbuffet's lack of fingers. A giant mound of plates has been stacked. Wobbuffet attempts to wash a plate with an industrial-size spray hose, but ends up spraying itself with hot water instead. Wobbuffet groans.
The owner steps up to Wobbuffet and declares, "And once you finish with those, there's more for you to bus in the dining room."
"Wobba…"
The owner snaps, "Well maybe you should have thought about that before you ate all my food! You won't be leaving until you've paid for every cent you cost me!" The owner stomps off.
Slowly but surely, Wobbuffet trudges through its work, but try as hard as it may, the stack of plates never seems to diminish.
Some time later, the chef steps up to Wobbuffet and tells it, "Hey buddy, things are finally starting to slow down out there. There's no orders right now, so if you want to make yourself some dinner, go ahead, it's on me. I'll take over here in the dish pit for you."
Wobbuffet gratefully nods its head. It steps into the main area of the kitchen and quickly begins to throw some food together, creating some sort of dish.
Before Wobbuffet starts eating, the chef notices what Wobbuffet has made and says, "Hey, that looks really good, buddy. You must be a natural at cooking. Mind if I try?"
Needing to repay the man's kindness, Wobbuffet happily obliges.
The chef takes a bite and declares, "This is delicious. What are you doing washing dishes if you can cook something like this? We need to go have a chat with the boss."
It's Roserade!
The next night, Wobbuffet has been moved out of the dish pit and into the kitchen. It expertly cooks up fancy dishes with ease. These dishes are then delivered out to the customers. And once the customers take a bite, they begin gushing about how good it is.
One woman says, "My word, I haven't tasted food this good since I was in the Kalos Region!"
Another customer declares, "I simply must know the recipe for this, it's exquisite!"
Word of the new cook quickly spreads and more and more people begin to show up to sample the new food. The restaurant is packed full by the end of the night.
Suddenly, one man stands up and proclaims, "I must meet the cook who prepared this wondrous meal!"
Wobbuffet is brought out to meet him. It greets, "Wobbuffet!"
The man declares, "You, sir, have put out some of the best food I have ever had the pleasure to eat, and that means a lot coming from me. You know, I could use a chef like you. Tell me, have you ever considered competing in a culinary TV show? You'd be going up against other chefs of your caliber, and there's plenty of cash to be won. We could leave tonight and you could be on tomorrow's episode."
Wobbuffet thinks about it.
Then the owner bursts into the dining room and shouts, "Absolutely not, that's my cook, and he still owes me money. He does not leave until he's paid every cent!"
The man reaches into I pockets and pulls out a large stack of cash. He hands it to the owner and says, "This should more than cover it." He puts his arm behind Wobbuffet and pushes him forward. "Come my friend, culinary greatness awaits you!"
A TV show host announces, "This is Sliced!" A fancy logo declaring SLICED appears, and a meat cleaver cuts through it. "On this cooking competition like no other, we pit four famous chefs up against the culinary grab bag! Anything could be in it, and the chefs have to a meal using all four ingredients in time or face being sliced. Are these four chefs going to make the cut?"
"Our first contestant is none other than Chef Doc L'orange!"
A tall and skinny chef with an arrogant demeanor stroll through a door. He introduces himself with a heavy accent and harsh voice, "I am Chef L'orange, and I will undoubtedly be the next Sliced Champion. I have trained with some of the greatest culinary masters in the world. My food is top-notch and will not be beaten by anyone else."
The host then declares, "And next, we have Chef Sue Shimi."
A petite woman with long black hair steps into the room next. "My name is Sue Shimi, and I specialize in seafood. I've been cooking ever since I was child, and now it's time to really show what I can do."
"Then there's Chef Rav E. Oli."
A heavyset man with a joyous look walks in next. "I'm Chef Oli, but everyone just calls me Rav. I think that food is about more than just eating. It's about the pleasure we derive from eating it. And with that in mind, I want to make some of the most pleasurable dishes you can eat."
"And finally, give it up for Chef Wobbuffet!"
Wobbuffet, wearing a chef's coat, steps through the door. "Wobbuffet! Wobba wobba, wobbuffet! Wobbaffet! Wobba, wobba, wobba! Wobbuffet!"
All four chefs have now taken up positions behind four different cooking stations. A bag filled with unknown contents sits in front of them.
The host explains, "Chefs, in order to become the next Sliced Champion, you must compete in four rounds, appetizer, entrée, and dessert. Each round will have its own four mystery ingredients from our grab bag that you must use in some way. Each round another chef will be sliced away, until only one remains. Are you ready?"
All four affirm at once. Wobbuffet looks very serious and ready.
"Then let's open the grab bag."
A new round is about to start. All that remains is Wobbuffet and Chef Doc L'orange. They once again stand at their stations, ready to open a third grab bag. The host announces, "Chef L'orange, Chef Wobbuffet, you two have both made it to the final round, dessert. Do you think you can outcook your opponent and win the prize?"
Chef L'orange declares pompously, "Most certainly."
Wobbuffet proclaims, "Wobbuffet!"
The host nods. "Let's see if you still think the same after you've opened the final grab bag. Today you'll be cooking with…" both chefs open the bag and pulls out each ingredient as the host names them, "…fresh Moomoo Milk, Durin Berries, Old Gateau, and Leftovers." Upon pulling the old apple core that is the Leftovers from the bag, Chef L'orange grimaces.
In a cut-away interview, L'orange says with annoyance, "Leftovers? I would not give this item to my own Pokémon. How am I supposed to cook with it?"
Back to the normal show, the host announces, "Alright Chefs, you have twenty minutes to make a dessert to wow our judges and prove that you should be the Sliced Champion. Ready, begin!" Both chefs spring into action.
L'orange runs into the pantry and begins to pull out various items. A voice-over from him explains, "I will be making my world-famous Soufflé L'orange, but instead of the normal berries I use in it, I'll substitute them for Durin Berries. This fresh Moomoo Milk should help give it the perfect consistency. And I can crumble the Old Gateau over it to make a crust." He cuts into a Durin Berry and immediately winces and holds his nose as he smells it.
The host says to the panel of three judges, "So, Durin Berries may not be the most pleasant ingredient to work with."
One judge nods. "Yeah, those things are infamous for how much they reek. The flavor is also a bit of an acquired taste. The chefs will have to be very careful of how they handle it."
Another judge points out, "And that's not even the hardest ingredient we gave them. I couldn't believe it when I saw them pull the Leftovers out of the bag. It is quite literally a discarded apple core with little to no food value. Pokémon are able to use it to heal in battle, but I'm not sure it could actually be eaten."
Wobbuffet appears completely unfazed by the smell of the berries. It dutifully works away on its dessert.
In another cut-away interview, L'orange has been asked what he thinks of Wobbuffet. "That Pokémon is of no concern to me. I have trained all my life, and it became a chef yesterday. There is no way I could possibly lose to it."
In a cut-away for Wobbuffet, Wobbuffet simply declares, "Wobbuffet!"
The host warns, "Two minutes left, chefs! You'd better start putting those finishing touches on your plates!"
The cooking continues at a feverish pace. Chef L'orange shaves bits of apple of the Leftovers and sprinkles it over his perfectly risen soufflé. Wobbuffet finishes plating what looks to be a plate of cookies and ice cream. It carefully drizzles an apple-Durin compote over it.
"And that's time! Bring your dishes up to the judges, and we'll see who is today's champion."
Now standing before the judges, L'orange explains his dish. "Today you all have the pleasure of eating my world-famous Soufflé L'orange. I sell hundreds of these each day in my restaurants."
The judges begin eating. One says, "Chef, the combination of the Moomoo Milk and Durin Berries in the soufflé batter works quite well together. The creaminess of the milk serves to temper the Durin Berries' more…pungent aspects."
Another judge says, "I agree, but there is one problem I take with this dish." L'orange is taken aback and offended by this statement. "All you did to the Leftovers was shave it and sprinkle it over the top. It's not integrated in any way. And, to be honest, leaving the Leftovers as is just doesn't have the best flavor."
L'orange does not respond to this criticism.
The host says, "Alright, and now for Chef Wobbuffet's dessert.
Wobbuffet explains, "Wobbuffet! Wobba wobba! Wobbuffet! Wobba!"
The judges nod in understanding and begin eating. One says, "Chef Wobbuffet, I absolutely love that you thought to make an ice cream out of the Moomoo Milk. And then turning the Old Gateau into a cookie? Now it's like a play on the traditional milk and cookies. I love it."
Another judge says, "Also, it was a good call to combine the Leftovers with fresh apples and the Durin Berries in your compote. I can still taste the Leftovers, but the other flavors help elevate it to a new level."
The host asks, "Alright judges, who will be our Sliced Champion, and who will just be sliced?"
One judge declares, "The winner today…," she pauses for dramatic effect, "is Chef Wobbuffet!"
Wobbuffet cheers, "Wobbuffet!"
Chef L'orange shouts, "What!? This is in an outrage!" He stomps out angrily.
Ash, Brock, and Brenda are walking through a city. They pass by a holovision store, where Brock suddenly stops to look at the multiple holovisions on display. He declares, "Hey, I love this show! It's my favorite!"
Brenda calls back, "Come on Brock, we don't have time to waste!"
Brock nods. "Yeah, sorry. Another time, I guess." He catches up.
Team Rocket stealthily sneaks behind them. James states, "It's time to catch ourselves a Pikachu."
Jessie nods in agreement, but then stops to ponder something. "Hey, don't you two think it sounds awfully quiet? I feel like I haven't heard a peep from the blue blob in quite some time."
Before anyone else says anything, Wobbuffet's voice is heard. "Wobbuffet!"
Jessie cringes. "Sorry I asked." They sneak on, not realizing that Wobbuffet is nowhere near them.
The voice actually came from the holovision store, where all the display holovisions are showing Wobbuffet's episode of Sliced.
There is some sort of party going on, and it would appear that Wobbuffet is catering it. A truck is parked next to a food station, and on its side is a large photo of Wobbuffet. Above the photo is a logo saying "Wob-Buffet Catering." Wobbuffet stands behind a portable cooking station, cooking meals to order for the long line of guests.
Wobbuffet notices a group of three people walking by. The third is obscured by the other two, but one has a long and concise strip of purple-red hair. Wobbuffet's eyes go wide, as it imagines that this is Jessie's hair it's seeing. "Wobbuffet! Wobba wobba!" They get onto a cart and drive off. Wobbuffet drops what it's doing and chases after them, much to the dismay and annoyance of the people it's serving.
Wobbuffet runs past a large banner that reads, "Good luck astronauts!"
After chasing the group of three for a little, Wobbuffet loses sight of them. It frantically searches everywhere attempting to find them again. In its search, it climbs up a ladder on a large white metal wall.
A voice announces over intercom, "Five…four…three…two…one…liftoff!" Suddenly the wall that Wobbuffet's climbing begins to shake violently. It's not a wall at all, but rather the fuselage of a rocket ship, and it's lifting off.
Wobbuffet has no choice but to cling on for dear life. "Woooooobbuuuuffeeeeeet!"
The rocket clears the atmosphere and enters outer space. Wobbuffet is holding its breath as its face turns a darker shade of blue. It forces itself to climb a little higher, up to a door, and begins pounding on it.
A few moments later, an astronaut in a space suit opens the door. He is extremely surprised to see Wobbuffet and quickly pulls it into safety. Once inside, he calls to the other astronauts, "Looks like we have ourselves a stowaway!"
The other astronauts come to see. A woman asks, "How'd it get up here?"
Another suggests, "It must have clung onto the side of the rocket."
A third marvels, "Wow, first there's a pro shuffleboard Wobbuffet, then there's a celebrity chef Wobbuffet, and now we have ourselves a Wobbuffet in space. There sure has been a lot of Wobbuffet in the news lately."
Before anyone can say anything else, an alarm goes off. An electronic voice declares, "Unavoidable collision detected! Evacuate immediately!" This message repeats.
The astronaut that found Wobbuffet shouts, "Quickly, everyone to an escape pod!" He looks to Wobbuffet. "That means you too, come on!"
They all scramble to get into their own escape pods and jettison. Wobbuffet, unfamiliar with the system, is the last to do so. As it finally figures it out, the rocket crashes into an asteroid, which causes Wobbuffet's escape pod to fly off in a different direction. Towards the Moon instead of the Earth.
Wobbuffet's escape pod hurtles down towards the Moon's surface, and falls right into some sort of hole that leads deep beneath the Moon's surface.
When Wobbuffet wakes up, it frantically scrambles to exit the pod. Oddly enough, it finds itself in a place where it can breathe. Looking around, Wobbuffet seems to be in some sort of cave. Off in the distance, it notices movement. It's a group of Clefairy bouncing around in circles. They all chant, "Clefairy! Clefairy! Clefairy! Clefairy!" on and on.
Wobbuffet runs over to them and calls, "Wobbuffet!"
The Clefairy stop their dance and look over to it. They are surprised to see it, but not scared or upset in the slightest. In fact, one takes it by the hand and leads Wobbuffet into the circle, encouraging it to dance with them. Wobbuffet happily obliges and the Clefairy bounce-dance begins again. Wobbuffet looks to be having a lot of fun.
Sometime later, Wobbuffet still dances with the Clefairy, but it looks to be growing tired and bored. It would seem that the Clefairy do nothing but dance and chant. Wobbuffet seems to have grown annoyed with this. It manages to slip out from the circle unnoticed and begins to sneak towards its escape pod.
Only moments later, one of the Clefairy notices Wobbuffet's absence. It shouts, "Clefairy, clef!" All of the Clefairy instantly stop dancing and turn towards Wobbuffet, staring at it angrily.
Wobbuffet gulps nervously and slowly takes a few more steps towards the pod. Moments later, the Clefairy, with anger in their eyes, stampede towards Wobbuffet, not willing to let their new friend leave them. Wobbuffet runs towards the pod at full speed now, shouting in terror.
It leaps into the pod and frantically begins to press buttons. The Clefairy leap up onto the pod from all sides and begin to attack it relentlessly in a bid to get inside.
Wobbuffet finally hits a big red button and a computer voice announces, "Activating the automatic return trip system." The pod lifts up off the ground as its rockets re-activate, sending the Clefairy falling back to the ground.
One remains clinging, and it continues trying to get inside to stop Wobbuffet from leaving. It angrily shouts, "Clefairy!"
Wobbuffet pounds at more buttons, and then the pod blasts off at high speeds, shaking the last Clefariy off. It shouts, "Clefaaaaaaairy!" as it falls back to the ground.
The pod escapes from the sub-lunar cave and then flies straight back towards Earth.
Upon atmospheric re-entry, the pod has taken so much damage that it simply explodes, sending Wobbuffet hurtling away from it at high speeds.
Jessie, James, and Meowth shout, "Looks like Team Rocket's blasting off again!" as they sail high into the air.
Meowth pouts, "We were so close too!"
James asks, "Why can't those twerps just fail already!?"
Jessie declares, "I blame Wobbuffet! It's all Wobbuffet's fault!"
Just at this time, Wobbuffet's trajectory puts it exactly in line with Team Rocket's and they begin flying through the air together. Seeing Jessie again makes Wobbuffet extremely happy. It proclaims, "Wobbuffet!"
Jessie looks to Wobbuffet and demands, "And why are you so happy!? I said you're the reason we just lost! You pathetic, good-for-nothing, blob! Maybe if you could actually do something interesting for once, you wouldn't be so worthless!"
Wobbuffet smiles with content. All is right in the world.
What a wonderful world-wide wander our wayward Wobbuffet went on. From shuffleboard champion, to master chef, to astronaut, it would seem there's nothing that Wobbuffet can't do, and Jessie may never know. It almost makes you wonder, is this what happens every time Wobbuffet isn't in sight?
"Wobbuffet!"
To Be Continued…
