By: Red Robinson
Disclaimer: All I own is Professor Erica and Jamie, and this fanfic but
that's about it.
Rating: PG 13
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(Author's Note: To anyone who has read my first fic "Why Team Rocket
Shouldn't Write Fanfics", my computer wasn't permanently damaged from
the Voltorb Virus from Prof. Erica)
"Jamie I have almost had it with you!" Professor Erica yelled at Jamie
(AKA James) from the doorway, "So far Poison has swallowed Raticate
numerous times, Toxins slugged up ALL my computers, not that I had many
computers left to muck up after Porygon got through with them, Barbwire
destroyed the fence and let Persian, Hope, Faith, and all the rest of
your Pokemon out on Vermilion City, the entire police force was called
out to find them, and we still can't find Gengar! I don't know about you
being a police officer or a nurse or especially a Pokemon Mistress
Jamie, it seems to me you would be better off on
TEAM ROCKET!!!! Now if you excuse me that really bad tempered Meowth of
mine is missing!!!!"
*SLAM*
*Sigh* "That's James." I'm Jamie J, 13 year old Pokemon expert, that's
my teacher Prof. Erica, If I tell you what many people think of her,
this story would be moved up from PG 13 to PG 130. Just so you aren't
completely lost through out this story my Pokemon are Butterfree,
Beedrill, Pidgeot, Raticate, Arbok (Poison), Sandslash (Bricks),
Nidorina (Faith), Nidorino (Hope), Nidoking (Barbwire), Ninetails, Zubat
(Soundwave), Vileplume, Meowth (Mousetrap), Persian, Psyduck (Migraine),
Machamp, Tentacool, Muk, Gengar, Krabby, Cubone, Weezing (Toxins),
Tangela (Indy), Horsea, Jynx, Magikarp, Eevee (Vee), Jolteon (Jolts),
Flareon (Tiny), and Porygon. I am not James of Team Rocket, this is not
another story of his pathetic childhood. And Mousetrap probably won't be
in this story. (I haven't seen her since her date a few weeks ago with
that Meowth I could have sworn was talking). Now back to the important
stuff, wait, this, important? Doing homework makes more sense than this
story does!
"Jamie! Hey Jamie," My best friend Dana shouted at me from down the
street. See! Even she didn't grasp the whole 'call me James or else'
thing.
"IT'S JAMES!!!!!!!"
"Whatever, anyway, I got your mail for ya," She ran up and slapped a
solitary letter in my open palm.
"........ that's it?"
"Yeah, that's it Jamie!"
"IT'S JAMES!" I looked down at the letter in my hand and sighed at the
date. A whole week ago.
"D?" I asked, "Why is this letter a week late?"
"You know that motto of theirs, 'through rain or sleet or dead of
night'?" She asked.
"Of course, who didn't have that stupid motto stuck in their heads at
one time?"
"Well for the past week we had an sudden spell of sunshine." Oh, that
was so, so bad. "Ta!" And with that she left. She scares me sometimes. I
mean, really scares me. I opened the week late letter which naturally
read that Team Rocket had stolen Mousetrap and would dispose of her in I
didn't contact them within a week. Didn't we all know that was going to
happen? So even though I was still a week late I left for Veridian
forest to find the meeting place they specified. And sure enough,
standing before a large, red curtain....
PREPARE FOR TROUBLE,
AND MAKE IT DOUBLE!
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 OF PREPARE TO FIGHT!
MEOWTH! THAT'S RIGHT! As Dana would say, whatever.
"I'm only here for Mousetrap so save the speech."
"Fine, we won't mention that you're a week late, we'll just hand him..."
"Her."
"...her over without a hassle, yeah, right!" Jessie laughed that really
high pitched giggle of hers that reminds me of Emerald's from Sailor
Moon. Am I the only one who finds their *evil* laughs annoying?
"Hence line 10 of our motto, do the words Prepare To Fight give you a
hint of what we're about to do?" James asked.(He's so cute when he
tries, and fails, to seem tough!) So they threw out their Pokeballs as
usual and had their butts whipped as usual. I'm really begining to feel
sorry for Weezing and Arbok.
"If you think you won you're wrong! We WILL wreak revenge on you for
distroying our kill-everyone-so-no-one-can-stop-us-ever-again plan with
that Voltorb virus!" Jessie screeched.
"What are you complaining about? It blew up my.... uh I mean... Red
Robinson's computer!"
"And set my hair on fire in the prossess!"
"It's your own fault! Don't you know hairspray is highly flamable?!?"
"Would yous two stop fightin'?!?" Meowth hollored at the two of us.
Meaning he got a new sensation, mallets in stereo.
"Forget that Jess," James said, "Let's show her what's behind door #1!"
They opened the curtain to reveal, the wrong Meowth. My Meowth is the
rarest ever because it's the only black Meowth in the world. This one
was beige. Team Rocket is laughing evily as is they did something wrong
right for a change. I look at Meowth to see why he didn't inform them
that wasn't Mousetrap. He stopped laughing long enough to wink at me.
Then I realised he tricked them because he didn't want Team Rocket to
take his girlfriend! How sweet. I think I'm getting a cavity. After they
stop laughing (and explaining exactly how they did it of course) I told
them of Meowth's little trick. What happened next is as follows. Team
Rocket got mad. Jessie kicked Meowth. James kicked Erica's Meowth.
Meowth evolved. (Who would have guessed?) Persian kicked their butts.
LOOKS LIKE TEAM ROCKET'S BLASTING OFF AGAIN! To sum it all off, Erica
found Mousetrap and is mad as heck at me for losing her in the first
place.
The End (WE'LL BE BAAAAAAAACK.... *ping*)
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