"The Satellite of 'Dite, the Fanfic of Riffing of Other Fanfics" By: Jaimiel‚e "I Make a Terrible Tulio!" Rocket and "I Know Where Some Leeches Are!" Maelstrom EMAIL: jaimielee_rocket@hotmail.com Disclaimer I: To whom this concerns, it belongs to you! Smut: Uh~ debated Violence: Hm~ debated "Episode Twenty: The Price of Love, Prologue, Part 1 and 2 Angie and Crew are Badgered by BADGERS! Hah!" CELEBRATING 20 EPISODES!!!!! Disclaimer II: Jessica and Cleo belong to me, Kasey belongs to Maelstrom and Angie belongs to She-wolf. Joel and the 'Bots would go under Disclaimer number one along with Dr. F and TV's Frank. "The Price of Love." A Big Thanks: To JLJ! You responded to my ad and I love you, and you were quick with the fanfics! When she first sent them to me, I discovered I couldn't open the files and I e-mailedher. I thought I wouldn't get her story until much later, but twenty minutes later it was there andpasted on the e-mail! Wow! Thanks! WARNING: (She has this written on her fanfic) EXTREME NEOSHIPPYNESS! Not for thosewith a weak stomach. ^_~ NOTES: I swear! People have a thing against the totally cool Meowth! They keep killing him off! Leave the poor Jersey cat alone! Kill off ASH! Oh, and, I'm not the biggest fan of Butch and Cassidy, I think they're freaky and disturbing, so I pick on them a lot here. Especially Butch. I hold a great dislike for him for some reason. (Either that, or I just HATE his VOICE! ARGH!) And as the title says, this is my twentieth episode! It doesn't seem like much, likefifty episodes would be, but I've NEVER gone this far with a fanfic! Never! I'm so proud of me! But then again, I'm always proud of me. I have some specials in store, like, "The History of the SoD Series and of Mythological Fantasy Greek Theater 1186 B.C.." And I'm typing the first time Jessica, Kasey and Cleo were sent to the SoD! I think I'll make it a separate special, because I was considering putting it on the end of this, but the Price of Love might run too long to have over ten more pages added onto the MSTing itself. I wish I coulda figured out better host segments than I did . . . er. ~*~*~*~*~*~ "Right foot red!" Servo called after he had spun a little arrow on a card with bright colors on it. There was a couple of grunts from below the desk, and Servo spun again. "Left hand yellow!" Joel entered, his hands in his pockets, and he saw Servo. "Hey, what's up?" Servo paused from spinning to answer, "Crow and Angie had an argument about something, andthey're settling their differences by playing games. Now they're playing a friendly game of Twister." "Oh, is that so?" Joel leaned over the desk to look in front of it. "How's it going?" Crow's voice came up, "I think I'm winning!" "Right hand green!" Servo yelled. Angie's hand shot up and over the edge of Cambot's shot. "Hey, ow! Crow! No hitting with your metal limbs!" "Baby, you don't see ME crying whenever you bump into me," he taunted. "That's 'coz I'm not made of METAL." "Oh, as if your fleshiness never hurts." "Right foot blue!" Angie sobbed, and she cried, "Ow! Ow! I can make it!" "Watch where you're putting that thing!" Crow hollered. "Ouch! Hey! Your BEAK doesn't belong in my EYE!" "Well, I don't want you stretched over me like that! I don't want you to fall on me and CRUSH me!" Joel sighed and looked at Servo who spun the arrow again. "Left foot red." "Watch it, Angie!" Crow jeered. "You're gonna squish me!" "Are you implying that I'm FAT?" the girl growled. "What if I am." "That's it!" The friendly game of Twister soon became a fight as Angie punched Crow, and he nailed her in the gut, both falling to the ground, neither winning for they both collapsed at the same time. "Okay, okay, break it up!" Joel said, walking around the desk and tugging Crow off Angie.Angie gave Crow one last kick for good measure. "I thought you were playing Twister to settle an argument like this anyway!" "Oh, no, Joel," Servo said. "They got in an argument, and they tried to play tennis, but they got in another argument there. So, to settle that one, they played Tic Tac Toe, where they had another argument, and so they played pool. And it continued on like that till now. Now we need a new game for them to play to settle THIS argument like civilized people." "Video games!" Crow suddenly shouted. "I can beat you at any day! Go set up the old system and we'll play Mario Bros. Three!" Angie's brown eyes lit up. "Wow! You actually HAVE that still? I haven't played that inages!" She got up to her feet and ran off to hook up the console. Joel, amazed by all this, released Crow and asked, "What was the original argument?" Crow glanced at Servo, and both of them opened their mouths, but nothing came out. "Uhhh,I don't remember," he answered lowly. Joel nodded, as if he had been expecting this. "Of course." The red light on the series of three began to flash. "Upp, the Mads are calling." He tapped it. Deep 13: "Hello there, boobies," Dr. Forrester greeted in his not-always-friendly manner. (He's evil, whaddya expect?) "Frank and I have quite the invention to show you!" Proudly, he stepped back to reveal TV's Frank standing at a table with some sort of large, furry creature sitting on it. The assistant-type-person was petting the creature on the head, a pleased smile on his face. "We were studying up on our Japanese culture, just to be able to further insult them, and we came across some of their ancient legends," Dr. F continued, smacking Frank's hand off the invention's head, to which theman began to pout. "One such legend is of BADGERS. In some sources, they say badgers can shape- change, not unlike their foxes or raccoons. In some others they say only into the moon, but, hey, let'sjust say they can change into ANYTHING! Thus we have," he shouted dramatically, "THE BADGER!" Satellite of Love: Servo, Crow and Joel just gaped. Not really shocked or overwhelmed. Just, dumfounded. (More than likely at the stupidity it all seemed.) D13: "Ahh, yes, I can see by the looks on your faces that you are completely terrified," Dr. F said, satisfied, even though Joel and the 'Bots appeared to be nothing but. Innocently, Frank told him as he stroked the badger's head again, "I named this one Terry Rose!" Dr. F scowled and Frank's hand immediately fell to his side. "We have built four of theselovely creatures that are capable of shape-shifting, and we sent one up to you to test." "Her name is LISA!" Frank added cheerfully. SoL: "You WHAT?" Joel and the 'Bots exclaimed at the news. Joel grabbed each of the 'Bots' heads and shook them a little. "You're yourselves, right?" "I think I'm Crow," the golden robot reported. "I think I'm Servo--no wait!" Servo paused and the man and Crow stared at him in terror."No, wait, I AM Servo, I just wasn't sure for a second there." "Phew!" Joel sighed. "Perhaps their invention died on the way up." "Wait!" Servo exclaimed again. "What about ANGIE?" They all gasped. "Angie!" Joel called, nervous. "Please come here!" After a moment, the small girl entered, seeming normal. "What is it?" she asked, her voice sounding dull. "Uhhhh, are you yourself?" She blinked and cocked her head. "Why, of course I am! What a strange question to ask!" "What did you do to your hair?" Crow suddenly asked. "What?" "It was in a braid, now it's not!" He shrieked, and hid behind Servo. "It was getting tight, so I took it off." "Oh." He stepped out from behind Servo. The 'Bots and the man huddled together. "What do you think, Joel?" "She looks normal. I don't see why we can't trust her." Angie noticed the red light was flashing again and she touched it as the others still conversed. D13: Dr. F. was grinning, and he said, "Frustrating not knowing who the badger copied, is it? Well, as you mull this mystery over, why don't you read this wonderful fanfic by JLJ called 'The Price of Love.' Send them the 'fic, Frank." SoL: The lights and klaxons began to go off, and Angie had to split up the guys. "C'mon, we'vegot fanfic sign!" She dashed off, and Servo asked, "Would a badger know about that?" "I dunno," Joel replied, rushing into the theater. ~*~*~*~*~*~ (Joel, Crow and Servo enter, Angie already in her seat.) ANGIE: Gee, what took you guys so long? You're acting so weird. SERVO: (nervous laugh) Oh, nothing, nothing that you should be worried about. ANGIE: Yo-okay. >*Forever With You* JOEL: Wait! That's a song, isn't it? CROW: Sounds like one Air Supply would sing. ANGIE: Get in touch with the 2K's! Celine Dion or Third Eye Blind will do. >*By: JLJ* JOEL: "Joel Likes Jam?" SERVO: "Jellyfish Like to Jiggle?" ANGIE: "Jonathon Lilypad Johnson?" CROW: "Janice Lollipop Jiggle?" > >*Warning: EXTREME NEOSHIPPYNESS! Not for those with a weak stomach..^_~* JOEL: NEOshippyness? SERVO: Maybe it stands for what will happen in Jessie and James' future after they fall in love, and it's not pretty. ANGIE: That would explain the warning for those with weak stomachs. > >*Summary: A prelude to the "Price Of Love." Occuring two days before, it sets the stage for the >subsequent events..* CROW: It's a new soap opera. JOEL: I wonder if the plots will be serious or . . . so ridiculous you wanna slap yourself silly. ANGIE: Let's implant a chip into Butch's head so he can safely land a plane on the ocean. > >********************************************************************** *** >*** SERVO: Seventy-six star nights are for lovers. CROW: That must be one helluva restaurant to get that many stars. > Cassidy sighed with relief as she sat down on her sleeping bag , resting her tired feet. ANGIE: (Cassidy) Hey, Butch, I have some bunions for you to file! OTHERS: Yech. >Next to her, her partner Butch sat stabbing the dying embers of their campfire with a metal >poker, JOEL: (Butch, raspy) And you said it was dumb of me to carry this poker everywhere I go! >then he tossed more wood on the blaze. Within seconds, Cass felt a surge of warmth as the >orange-red flames flared and flickered from the heat. SERVO: (Cassidy) Mmmm, do I smell burning flesh? CROW: (Cassidy) OMIGOD, Butch, step away from the fire! > > It was a very soothing and relaxing sensation. ANGIE: It's like getting a scalp massage from Lucifer! > > Finished, Butch brushed the dirt off his hands and stared off into the flames, silently >reflecting on the day's events. SERVO: He flashes back to setting more wood on the fire. JOEL: (Butch, raspy) Man, I have a terrible memory. > > Cassidy looked over at him. It was obvious from the perplexed look on his face that hewas >still mulling over the orders Giovanni had given them. CROW: (Butch, raspy) Go into the middle of the forest and do the Hokey Pokey? > > They had been assigned to field work for the next two weeks, which consisted of capturing >and training Pokemon for Team Rocket. It was extremely embarrassing when they heard the >news, as this was an rookie job, but they had no choice in the matter. Despite the fact they'd >been workingthere for almost three years, they had failed their previous mission, and the boss >did not take kindly to failure. SERVO: What's kinda funny is that they can never steal that blasted SNORLAX from a ten year-old GIRL. > > It had been exactly a week today since they began and all had been successful. But that >afternoon they recieved a phone call from Giovanni. The boss's words still rang in Cassidy's ears. ANGIE: (Giovanni) I KNOW you trained that Weedle to assassinate me! JOEL: (Giovanni) I know who you are, and I saw what you did. I am the God! I am the God! >"Return for reassignment immediately..." he had commanded. Numb from fear, she had tried to >ask him why, but Giovanni only insisted they returned at once...no questions asked. CROW: (Cassidy) I don't like it when he calls me into his office and he's puffing away on those cigars of his. >She had hung up the phone, bewildered and confused. They had already captured seven >Pokemon for Team Rocket that week alone, hadn't that been good enough? SERVO: Sure they were all Level Three Pidgeys, but that was good, wasn't it? > > It had taken all of Cassidy's will power to keep from breaking down into tears as she told >Butch the news. ANGIE: (Cassidy, sobbing) We were taken off that rookie job that we hate so much! >He turned as white as a sheet, his stare blank and empty. JOEL: (Butch, raspy) Sorry, acid reflux. >Reassignment only meant one thing in Team Rocket. They would be split up and recieve new >partners. Giovanni obviously felt that they hadn't been doing a good enough job together and >would be more beneficial to the Team with someone else. CROW: (Cassidy) I'm being paired with someone called Big Ed! ALL: --snicker-- > > The thought of a new partner was incomprehendable to Cassidy. She had been with Butch >right from the beginning, and through thick and thin, they had always been there for each other. >They were more than just partners, they were best friends. They could tell each other all of their >deepest secrets and they would sit for hours on end and talk it out. Butch knew everything about >her.. JOEL: See, it's safe to tell Butch secrets, 'coz no one will stick around long enough to listen to his awfully raspy voice. >except for one thing. SERVO: She collected . . . DOILIES! ALL: GASP! > > She turned and gazed at him again, her eyes growing teary. Butch looked depressed, his>shoulders drooping in an mournful posture. CROW: (Butch) I'm a sad little clown. >Cassidy knew he was probably taking the news worse than her, but not by much. Butch had >neverreally had anyone to be close to growing up. She was the first person he had ever really >bonded with, the first person to really care about him. She needed him and he needed her. ANGIE: They shared a kidney between them. SERVO: Now THAT'S what I call bonding. > > Cassidy decided to try to cheer him up a little, so she scooted behind him on his sleeping >bag and set her hands gently on his shoulders. ANGIE: (Cassidy as Camaron) Look, Butch, bunny rabbits. > > She began massaging his neck and back tenderly, her nimble fingers slowly working out >the knots. "Wow, you're tense, " she stated simply. "Try to relax, Butch. Everything will work >out forthe best in the end..you'll see." > > Butch couldn't help but smile. It was always like Cassidy to try to find the best in every bad >situation. It was one of the things he loved most about her. > > Even though Butch did not respond, Cassidy could feel him gradually loosening up, the >tension leaving his muscles. JOEL: Maybe someone should massage his throat. CROW: Why, Joel, how violent! What has he ever done to YOU? JOEL: No, I mean, maybe if someone would massage his throat his voice would sound better. CROW: Oh. > > He arched his back and sighed contentedly. Butch felt a warm shiver run through his body, >as her touch sent his emotions running a million miles per hour. ANGIE: Down, down into the hole. SERVO: I'm not sure if I like where this is going. >He strongly resisted the urge to whirl around and give her a kiss and instead immensely enjoyed >the back rub Cassidy was giving him. > > His eyes droopy, Butch could feel himself slowly nodding off to sleep, calmed by the >warmth of the fire and the closeness of Cassidy's presence. > > Cassidy saw his eyes flutter, JOEL: Wow, that's some eyesight that girl has on her. She saw all the way through the back of his head! >so she gently laid him back, his head cradled in her arms. Butch roused a little at this, asking her >in a sleepy voice, "What are you doing, Cass? You need your rest too..we have a big day >tomarrow.." CROW: (Cassidy) I'm clutching you to my bosom, silly! What does it look like? > > She only hushed him and stated, "Oh, I'll be up for a while yet. You just get some sleep, >okay?" Butch was too tired to argue with her, but even if he hadn't been he still wouldn't have >wanted to leave her loving embrace. Once they return to Headquarters, she might never hold >him likethis again. SERVO: Geez, hey, Angie, can WE have a friendship like THAT? ANGIE: Uh, sure! SERVO: Hooray! ANGIE: If you give me a hundred bucks. SERVO: Darn. Nevermind. > > Cassidy gazed up at the moon. It was so full and luminous tonight, shining over the tops of >the trees. She began quietly humming a familiar tune, further lulling Butch asleep. CROW: (sings in gay, fake Spanish accent) We were dancing in the moonlight, everyone feeling warm and bright! > Within minutes his breathing grew slower and rhymatic, signaling Cassidy that he had >indeed fallen fast asleep. For a while she only sat there staring at his sleeping form, trying to >imprint very detail of this moment in her mind, for years to come if necessary. > > She began to silently weep, being careful not to disturb her sleeping partner. 'Its just not >fair!' she thought bitterly. 'Now he'll never know how I feel....' she held him closer to her, while >lightly stroking his cheek with her fingertips. JOEL: Well, isn't that what E-mail is for? SERVO: No, 'coz then Butch would think it was a pervert E-mailing him. JOEL: Oh. >She knew she could not tell Butch she loved him now...it would only make the separation harder>for them. ANGIE: Or . . . you could keep in touch after your job partnership is split. CROW: Yeah, you know, go to a caf‚ once a week instead of moping. > All her childish fantasies came rushing back to her as she sat there, savoring this closeness >with him. Fantasies of him sweeping her up in his arms and gazing deeply into his deep brown>eyes, before giving him a long passionate kiss...but only fantasies and nothing more. JOEL: She always fantasized that she'd get a pony, but that never came true either! ALL: (sob pitifully) > Choking back a sob, she softly whispered her love to him, even though he'd never hear it. >"I would have spent forever with you Butch...." > > She leaned over and tenderly kissed his forehead, tears stinging her eyes. Humming the>soothing tune again, she pushed all their problems to the back of her mind. Team Rocket, the >boss,reassignment..none of that existed tonight. Because tonight they were together and thats >all that mattered. SERVO: You know, that would be ironic if a rabid Growlithe suddenly appeared and mauled them both to death. Huh? Huh? ANGIE: (punches him in the dome) No, it wouldn't. SERVO: Ow, what'd I do?! > > >**** >*The Price Of Love: Part One* CROW: (announcer type voice) Who will guess the price of love on tonight's show? Stay tuned, and find out on "The Price . . . of . . . LOVE!" >*By JLJ* JOEL: "Jake Licks Jupiter?" SERVO: "Japanese Loathe Jenifers?" ANGIE: "Janice Lawrence Jalope¤o?" CROW: "Jackrabbit's Lonely Jump?" JOEL: One day, we WILL guess that name right! > >*Warning: Violence, gore, angst, SERVO: Hey! ANGST again! CROW: I want some ANGST! Buy me some ANGST, Joel! >extreme shippyness..you've been warned!:)* ANGIE: (scoffs) As if it helps. > >*Summary: Cassidy and Butch are going to be torn apart forever due to a stupid mistake, can >they be saved? JOEL: Well, you never should have put manure in the Boss' car. It WASN'T a funny joke! > >********************************************************************** *** >*** > "Bringggg-!" A shrill buzz sounded from Butch's alarm clock. His hand quickly shot outto >hit the snooze button, then it swiftly moved to the back of the clock where he turned it off. He>lay there motionless, barely daring to breathe for fear it would rouse his sleeping partner in the >room next to his. SERVO: So, his alarm doesn't wake her, yet his breathing does. > Cassidy always was a light sleeper. > With the door cracked, Butch could hear her breathing, slow and even. The noise had not >disturbed her. He breathed a sigh of relief and gazed at his clock, 2:45 am on the dot. He slowly >climbed out of bed, mindful of the creaks, and got dressed in his black Team Rocket uniform. >He walked in the bathroom and ran a comb through his hair which had been ruffled by sleep. > > "Hmmm... vain till the end.." he thought sadly as he looked at his reflection in the mirror. CROW: (Butch, raspy) I like to keep myself neat like the other 99.9% of the population. >It showed his eyes wide and paranoid, his body tense. But he paid no mind to this, as he >pocketed the handgun he kept in his dresser drawer. He opened the door leading to Cassidy's >room very slowly, trying to make as little noise as possible. If she woke up, his mission would be >blown..and ..and..he just couldn't think about what would happen then! ANGIE: He had to shoot her while she was ASLEEP, or it would lose all its magic. > > Across the room was the door that led to the main halls of Team Rocket headquarters. He >slowly ventured past Cassidy's bed and her sleeping form nestled comfortably between her >blankets. But he could not just leave without gazing at her longer.. > > "She looks just like an angel..." Butch thought, his eyes resting on her perfect face. JOEL: An angel . . . wearing a brown face mask, with curlers in her hair, and an anti-snore strip across her nose. >Her hair. Her lips..The next thing he knew he had leaned over and was softly kissing her perfect >lips with his own. SERVO: (Butch, raspy) Oh my GOD, that morning breath! Argh! >Butch's heart ached with all the "if onlys" that came racing at him at once. He loved her. There >was no other explanation for it. CROW: (Butch, raspy) If only I didn't love her . . . then my life would be PERFECT! Oh why oh why oh why! > > Ever since he had met her, it was like they both shared some unexplainable bond. They'd >been through many times together, good and bad, and he knew he could never hurt her, ever. ANGIE: And that bond is? . . . They're both psychotic and disturbing creeps. Thank you. > She is the only one he trusted fully with his life..and heart. What had started out to be a normal >teenaged crush had crossed the boundary into true love, but he must now reject the precious gift >of her own love to save her.... > > He pulled away from the tender kiss and watched her long and hard. Did he wake her? No, >she only rolled on her side in her sleep. He placed one final kiss on her cheek and faced the door, >his heart heavy. "If only I had the chance to say goodbye.." JOEL: Heeeey, isn't that another song? I think JLJ is lifting her dialogue from songs! ALL: (gasp in horror) >was his final thought, SERVO: Is it as meaningless as Jerry Springer's "Final Thought"? >as he silently closed the door behind him, and turned away to meet his fate.... > > >*** CROW: And, lo, he was greeted by an entourage of fairy bugs . . . ANGIE: Hey, is THAT the angst of the story? JOEL: You don't know what "angst" is, do you. ANGIE: No . . . but you can show me! Purr~ SERVO: I assure you, it's nothing like that. ANGIE: (punches him in the dome) Who asked you! SERVO: (swaying) What'd I do now?! > Cassidy ran through the halls of Team Rocket Headquarters, stumbling over people in her >path every few feet. CROW: (Cassidy) Damn! Who left all these dead bodies in the halls? >She could hear someone calling her name in a frightened voice, but she only increased her speed. >Nothing would deter her from the decision she had made. Nothing. JOEL: (Cassidy) I'm gonna get the last box of Hagan-Das even if it's the last thing I do! > > She spotted the doors to Giovanni's chamber and the large crowd quickly gathering in front >of it. ANGIE: (a Rocket) The Boss is on a nice trip, and he's passing out CANDY! >Cass slowed to a stop. The sea of Rocket personnel parted as the large double doors slowly >opened, squeaking and groaning from strain every inch. > > A single tear rolled down Cassidy's cheek while she watched in horror as two armed >bodyguards walked down the aisle to the door. It wasn't them that touched her soul, but the >prisoner between them. It was her partner, her Butch. SERVO: (Cassidy) Bad dog! BAD dog! What HAVE I told you about trying to assassinate the Boss! > > It was truely a pathetic sight indeed. His normally perfect green hair was in disarrayas his >soulful brown eyes peeked out beneath it.His hair partially covered up his bruised eyes and >scraped face. He had his hands bound tightly in front of him and his head bowed, whether from >shameor sorrow, Cassidy couldn't tell. CROW: (Butch, raspy, shamefully) I wet 'em on the Boss' carpet . . . >He had his eyes closed tight, shutting out the reactions of the on-lookers. > > Most jeered him, shouting obscenities and insults, while others just stood and silently >watched him, proud of what he had tried to do, but too afraid for their own lives to admit it. >Butch had tried to assassinate Giovanni, head of Team Rocket. But he had failed. JOEL: Well, DUH, he IS a Team Rocket member after all! ANGIE: Hey, I like Giovanni! Lay offa him! Go for the Persian instead! > > "Cassidy...." A small voice called out to her. She slowly turned to meet the frightened eyes >of Mondo. CROW: Oh no. SERVO: Yay! He's here! MOOOOOONNNNNDOOOOOO!!!! >Younger by Butch and Cass by a few years and newly recruited, Mondo had not been part of >TeamRocket the last time treason had been committed. Cassidy greatly envied his innocence. JOEL: She also thought he was a puss. She held mixed feelings for . . . SERVO: MOOOONNNDOOOO! > > "Cassidy, what's going to happen?" Mondo asked in a halting voice, thick with emotion.He >knew. He just clung to some faint, obscure hope that somehow everything would turn out >alright.But he knew in his heart he was wrong. He gazed up at her face, wet with tears. He >embraced her, trying to comfort her and himself at the same time. ANGIE: It's seems kinda . . . STUPID to assassinate the Boss just because you and your partner is being reassigned. CROW: Welp, that's the power of love. ANGIE: No, that's the power of STUPIDITY. JOEL: The PRICE of love? ANGIE: No, the PRICE of stupidity. > > As Cass looked down at the boy, holding him tight, her thoughts wandered to her own >early days at Team Rocket. She was naive, and in no way aware of the vast evil brewing in the >heart of Giovanni. The seriousness of the situation she had placed herself into was beyond her >comprehension, until another Team Rocket member also made the mistake of betraying the >Boss. SERVO: That Team Rocket also wet 'em on the Boss' carpet. > > The woman was stripped of all rank and dignity, then brutally put to death with all ofTeam >Rocket watching. ANGIE: That TOO seems stupid. Why strip her of her rank then KILL her? CROW: The power of authority. ANGIE: Again, the power of STUPIDITY. JOEL: The PRICE of authority? SERVO: Okay, knock it off now. ANGIE: Oh . . . >It was then that Cassidy lost her innocence, all sense of what was right and wrong...everything >was for the good of the Team. Even if it meant murdering innocent people who had done >nothing to deserve it. CROW: Oh, pooh, since when did you do that, you liar. JOEL: (Cassidy, insane) You-You mean we're NOT s'pposed to kill innocents. Hehehehehe~it's so FUN, though . . . > > "Why..?" Cassidy thought bitterly, "Why did you have to play the hero, Butch?..." SERVO: Oh, truly he is a hero to us all. >She shook her head sadly. She watched as the bodyguards led Butch inside of Giovanni's >chamber, out of her range of vision. The sea of people followed by slowly filing in after them. > > By this time, Mondo was sobbing on Cassidy's shoulder, his grief incredible. But Cassidy >had it dead-set in her mind what had to be done and pulled away from the broken-hearted boy. CROW: (Cassidy) Welp, so, Mondo, ya wanna be my boyfriend now since Butch just totally screwed up like a dumbass? > At this he hastily wiped his tears on his white Team Rocket uniform. His pet Ditto sat at his>feet, its sad expression mirroring that of its master. > > Suddenly a gloved hand came down on Cassidy's shoulder, causing her to jump. She spun >around to see that the hand had belonged to James. Right behind him were his partners, Jessie >and Meowth. "Sorry..." he mumbled with a sheepish look on his face. The trio had much >sympathy in their eyes. JOEL: (James) Even though you guys tried to get us arrested and humiliated and kicked out of Team Rocket, we deeply grieve for your loss. > > "We're so sorry about dis..." Meowth muttered sadly. "We know you guys were really >close..." he trailed off, not knowing exactly what else to say. Cassidy's eyes grew wide and she >began to tremble. Meowth had talked about Butch in the past tense, as if he was already dead. CROW: To us . . . Butch IS dead. JOEL: Once someone stains the rug, we never look at 'em the same again. SERVO: I think that's enough pee jokes, guys. ANGIE: Oh . . . again. > > Jessie looked on, her mind racing in a million directions at once. ANGIE: (Jessie's thoughts) Now, should I go to the open-all-night store and pick up thatblueberry sparkle nail polish that I've been wanting for such a long time? Oh, and James still has my white lipstick, and Meowth borrowed that ball of yarn from me and never gave it back, and I need it. I wonder when I'll get that afghan done? I have to get that done before Christmas, since it's the Boss' gift and all. . . . >She stared at her rival, now left a broken mess by the events of the last twenty-four hours and >before the day was over, her partner would be dead, killed by Giovanni's own hand, in front of >everyone. ANGIE: (Jessie's thoughts) Yes, that is sad, but that means that I don't have to bother crocheting the pair of pants I was going to give Butch. Now, what color of eyeshadow would be good for the dress I'm going to wear to Butch's execution? Should I wear black? It would seem appropriatesince Butch is gonna be killed and everything. Do I have black or gray eyeshadow? >Jessie could not even begin to imagine the pain, fear and confusion that Cassidy must be feeling. >Even she knew that what Giovanni had asked of them was wrong, and she didn't blame Butch >for doing what he had tried to do. ANGIE: (more of Jessie's thoughts) No, I don't blame him at all. You know, I really like Joe, from Digimon. Yeah, he's cute. And I wish I had a Pok‚mon like Gomamon, or like Lilymon. Now THAT'S an animal perfect for the likes of me. I wish Tai would die. Like Ash. Maybe I should just kill Ash and take his Pikachu. Hmmmm . . . (laughs as herself) That was fun! > > "If I had any guts, I would have pulled the trigger alongside him..." Jessie thought, >lamented to herself. CROW: (Cassidy) Yes, thanks, Jessie, that was REALLY comforting. >Despite all past disagreements, Jessie drew Cassidy into a warm embrace, and for a few brief >moments the two former friends felt years of hate and conflict melt away. > > Hating to break up the tender moment, James spoke slowly. "Mondo..we are under orders >to attend the boss's meeting..." Cassidy grew stiff and pulled away from Jessie's hug. She turned >about face and walked determinedly toward the two double doors where Rockets were finishing >piling in. ALL: (dispersed, as different Rockets) Wow, there's gonna be an execution! I hope there's blood! I hope my nightie doesn't get stained! Hey, why's the floor wet here? > "Stop Cass, please!" Cassidy heard Jessie frightened call, but she refused to turn back. She >was almost there when she felt Jess's hand clamp down on her arm. "Cass, please....don't do this! > There has got to be a better way!" SERVO: (Jessie) We have to find you a golf cart so you can go into the room with STYLE. >Cassidy turned slowly and looked into Jessie's eyes, large and scared. > > But Cass only gave her an icy stare and said coldly, "There is no other way....." she started >to turn back toward the door when she felt Jessie's tug once more. "Let go of me...I know what >must be done!" > > Mondo, James, and Meowth raced to where the two girls were bickering. "Please stop >arguing you two!" Mondo pleaded, looking like he was going to start crying again. Cass in one >motion, yanked her arm out of Jessie's grasp JOEL: . . . bludgeoned Mondo's nose . . . >and ran for the door. Mondo's Ditto did a flying leap and tripped Cassidy, causing her body to>skid across the floor until she came to a stop, several feet from the doors. ANGIE: (Cassidy) Ooooooo! That STINGS! CROW: Carpet burns SUCK. >She lay there flat on her back, with the others standing around her. > > The Ditto climbed up on Cassidy's stomach as if to say "You aren't going anywhere!" SERVO: (Jessie, mocking) Man, you shoulda seen the look on your face when that pile of GOO tripped you and made you look like a complete dork! How PATHETIC. >Cassidy broke down into incoherent sobs, her body shaking, as the sentancing began in >Giovanni's chamber. ALL: (Giovanni, singing) If I were not the boss of the Rocket team, Something else I'd like to be! If I were not the boss of the Rocket team, A window cleaner I'll be! With a rubadubdub and a scrubadubdub, And a rubadub all day long! With a rubadubdub and a scrubadubdub, I'd sing this merry song! HEY! >She couldn't get back up even if she tried... she was too overwhelmed by her complete feeling of >helplessness..... JOEL: (Cassidy) Maybe if I hadn't just been stopped by a DITTO I'd feel better . . . > >*** > Giovanni's chamber was a vast auditorium with rows and rows of bleachers on three sides, ANGIE: (screams, like a psycho fan) WHOOOOOO! Skyline cheerleaders are the best WAHHHHHHHH! CROW: (ditto) Marching band, GOOOOOOOOOOO! SERVO: (ditto) Stomp the Tigers, WHOOOOOOOOO-HOOOOO-HOO- HOO!!!!! JOEL: (screams incoherently) >surrounding a central point in the center. Next to the north wall sat Giovanni's massive chair, ANGIE: To hold his massive ass, y'know. >where he sat petting his persian with his free hand. The other shoulder was wrapped in a large>blood-stained bandage. CROW: (Giovanni) Gee, mom was right when she told me never to run with scissors! > > Jessie and James, stood at his sides as his right hand men, a honor that they would have >been delighted to enjoy...any other time. SERVO: (James) Boss, permission to cry like a small child? >Both had dismal expressions on their faces, wishing they were ANYWHERE but here. > > Mondo sat up in the bleachers near the end, so that he could make a quick escape if it>became too much for him, which he knew that it most certainly would. His eyes wobbled as they >filled with tears precariously threatening to spill. Even the sober Meowth in his lap could do >nothing to comfort him. JOEL: Mondo's just upset 'coz he wasn't included in Butch's will. > A few feet in front of Giovanni's chair, Butch was on his hands and knees, his head >drooping lower than ever, the bodyguards ever present beside him. ANGIE: Well, load his spring, you idiots! >Giovanni motioned to the one on his Butch's right and the guard responded by giving him a swift >kick in the ribs. CROW: (Giovanni) Not ME, you imbecile, kick Butch! Butch! > > Butch let out a low moan of pain and slumped forward, writhing in agony. Another snap of >the Boss's fingers and the other bodyguard followed suit, leaving Butch lying there with his chest >heaving, gasping for air. This exchange continued for several more minutes. ALL: --snicker-- SERVO: I dunno why I find that so amusing, but I do. > > Mondo, Meowth, Jessie and James cringed more and more with every kick administered >or cry of pain uttered from Butch. Jessie eyes's grew misty as she never watched him beg or cry >out for mercy. Not even once. JOEL: Oh, trust me, he did, but no one could understand his rasping cries. ANGIE: --KICK!-- (Guard) What was that? CROW: (Guard2) I think he said he wanted ice cream. ANGIE: (Guard) No ice cream for naughty boys! --KICK!-- > > Giovanni had an evil smirk pasted on his shadowed face. He was getting much enjoyment >out of all the pain and humilation that Butch was suffering. That would teach everyone to never >betray the boss of Team Rocket ever again. He just kept signaling the guards for more kicks >until.... SERVO: (Giovanni, evilly) Halt! Now let's play a game of Chutes and Ladders . . . Hahahahahah! > > Butch grew still and motionless. JOEL: (Butch, raspy) Maybe if I close my eyes and pretend I'm not here, they won't see me! I'm part of the carpet, nothing more! Lalalala~ >The crowd gasped and leaned forward to get a better look. Was the show over already? >Giovannihimself leaned forward to get a better look himself. No, his chest was still moving >slightly. With a flick of the wrist, Giovanni made another motion to the guards. This time they >dragged Butch by the arms up Giovanni's feet. > > "Well, have you had enough?" Giovanni asked mockingly in his distorted mechanical voice. ANGIE: (Giovanni, mocking) At least MY voice is purposefully raspy! Gwahahahah! CROW: (Butch) --SOB!-- >Butch gave no answer. In one fluid motion, Giovanni ripped off the surcoat of Butch uniform >leaving only his white t-shirt left. SERVO: Dirty boy! Dirty dirty dirty dirty! OTHERS: --snicker-- >He then tossed it off into a dark corner of the auditorium. "You are not worthy to wear the >Rocket uniform!" He shouted in Butch's face. Again, Butchwas silent. > > Giovanni held his outstretched hand to James, signaling him. James slightly hesitated,but >had no choice. He reluctantly set a powerful handgun in the Boss's hand, sealing Butch's fate. SERVO: Hey, look, Giovanni made James give up his little friend that makes three profoundstatements! (lol) ANGIE: (punches him in the dome) How many times do I have to do this to you until you learn your lesson. SERVO: (dizzy) I think about two more times will do it. >James supposed that this was his punishment for this group's constant failure, by helping send>Butch to his death. CROW: But who was he kidding? He would enjoy seeing Raspy Boy's head blown to smithereens, his thick, warm blood dripping down his cold, lifeless body. Yesh, that was the life. > > Butch's eyes met James' own and he saw only immense sorrow and regret in his emerald >eyes. Then he looked at Jessie to see her rapidly blinking back tears, but not succeeding. JOEL: (Jessie) Geez, I think I'm allergic to Persian dander! >The whole time Butch had known her, he had never seen Jessie cry once. > > The auditorium was completely silent except for the faint sobbing emitted from Mondo, >and the cruel, harsh click as Giovanni cocked the gun. All time seemed to stop as he lowered the >gun at point blank range to Butch's head. > > The last several years of Butch's life passed quickly before his eyes.. meeting Cassidy for >the first time, joining Team Rocket, having the Breeding Centre scam fail and them being carted >off to Jail. He remembered when he first fell in love with Cassidy, and right up to kissing her >goodbye on the cheek the other night.."God, I love her..." SERVO: (Butch, raspy) . . . tuna melt sandwich. ~sniffle~ I'm gonna miss that the most! --sob!-- > > Then he stiffened and prepared himself for death as he heard Giovanni's finger tightenon >the trigger- > > "STOP! HOLD IT!!!!!!" Everyone looked up startled as Cassidy threw open the double >doors and everyone blinked at the bright light that came flooding in. The light was blinding >everybody, but they could still hear her determined voice. ANGIE: (Cassidy) That puny pistol ain't enough for Butch! Here, use my 12 gage! It's messier. Hehehehe. > > "No..you're punishing the wrong person. It was me. I put Butch up to it. He only did what >I told him to do...because he's my partner." > > It was as if the whole auditorium let out a collective gasp. Cassidy had just thrown her life >away, and what for what? Nothing, other then there would be two burials tonight rather then >just one. > > Giovanni leaned forward with an amused expression on his face, then motioned to the >guards. Butch yelled out as they dragged him off to the side, away from Giovanni. He then >watched in horror as two bodyguards decended on Cassidy, like a flock of Spearows circling >their helpless prey. CROW: (Cassidy) Hiya, big boys . . . JOEL: (Butch, raspy) CASSIDY! CROW: (Cassidy) Oh, right, not the right moment, gotchya. > > "Cassidy! No!!" Butch screamed in sheer terror as he watched them drag her cruelly in >front of Giovanni. "Don't listen to her! Shes--" A bodyguard's hand clamped over Butch's mouth, >silencing him. ANGIE: Thanks, doing the whole world a favor there! SERVO: You know, I bet Butch's voice accounts for at least 2% of the world's noise pollution. > > Cassidy was thrown on her hands and knees in front of Giovanni, in a bowing position. The >Boss lowered the barrel of the gun to Cassidy's head. He looked over , smiling at Butch, >struggling in vain to escape the clutches of the bodyguards to save his love. This day just got >better andbetter for him. Now Butch would suffer the ultimate pain. CROW: (Butch, raspy) Nooooooooo!!! She has my GAMEBOY with her!!! > >Butch got his head free for a few split seconds to let out an agonized cry, >"CASSIDYYYYYYYYY!" >Giovanni looked in Cassidy's frightened eyes, then said with no emotion at all, "Consider >yourself discharged..." JOEL: Ewww, Giovanni, that was sick. ANGIE: (shocked) JOEL! JOEL: What? ANGIE: Oh, how gross! JOEL: WHAT? >Then the thick silence of the room was shattered as Giovanni pulled the trigger, than threw his >head back in maniacal laughter........ SERVO: (Cassidy) I'm OKAY! >**** CROW: Hey, Cassidy's at the white light now! See, there's her dead great-aunt, mom, bestfriend and uncle coming to take her away into forever bliss . . . ALL: (lean heads together, peacefully) Ahhhhh . . . >*The Price Of Love: Part Two* ANGIE: No, I REALLY think it's the Price of Stupidity on both Butch's AND Cassidy's parts. > >*By: JLJ* JOEL: "Jerkin' Leather Jockstrap?" SERVO: "Jam Lovers' Jamboree?" CROW: "Jackals Leap Jail?" ANGIE: "JESSIE LOVES JAMES!" OTHERS: WHA? ANGIE: Jessie Loves James! THAT'S the name. JOEL: You cheater, you peeked, didn't you! ANGIE: (sweatting) No. SERVO: Oh, so low a blow! ANGIE: (shameful) Sorry. CROW: (crying) I hope you feel important because I was really curious about what her name was, and I wanted to wait till the end! Oh-h-h! ANGIE: Excuse me while I kill myself. (ducks behind seat) SERVO: Good riddance. JOEL & CROW: Bah! > >*Warning: Violence, gore, angst, extreme shippyness..you've been warned^_^* SERVO: It's the Crimson Permament Assurance!!!!! ANGIE: (pops back up) Monty Python? Where? SERVO: Boy, you bounce back quick. > >*Plot Summary: The reprocussions of a serious mistake...* CROW: That's right, don't beat up on old insurance workers. They'll sail away with your building. JOEL: Hey, maybe we should stop watching "Monty Python and the Meaning of Life" for awhile. OTHERS: Mebbe. ANGIE: Let's watch "The Life of Brian" now! > >********************************************************************** *** >*** >The impact of the bullet threw Cassidy's lifeless body back several feet, where it finally slowed >to a stop. SERVO: As represented by those long string of asterixes. > > Jessie screamed and covered her face with her hands, trying to block out the awful sight >that lay before her. CROW: It's Janice's BEAN DIP! How horrible! >Her anguished sobs could be heard by everyone. At the other side of Giovanni, James winced >and turned his head as he blinked back hot tears. JOEL: That's a sure sign that you've been drinking too much tea. > > Mondo, in his torment had left the room several seconds before not having the heart to>watch. ANGIE: Mondo; Faster than a speeding bullet. SERVO: (echoing) MONNNNNNDOOOOOOOO! BabaDUH! >The gunshot echoed through the halls, as he lay there sobbing in a fetal position, with Meowth>patting the poor boy's back. SERVO: What? Mondo? Why are you acting like such a puss, Mondo? Get up and fight Mondo! (tearfully) Get up, Mondo! UP! UP! JOEL: (pats Servo on the back) I'm sorry, Servo, but your hero's nothing but a wuss and a coward. SERVO: (sobs hysterically) >Tears ran freely down Meowth's cheeks as he thought of his fallen friend. > > How the others felt was only a small sum as to the utter devastation Butch was >experiencing. He went completely limp out of shock and disbelief. His friend, his Cassidy, his >LIFE was dead or dying right in front of him. CROW: I'd be sad, too, if someone shot my Life cereal. > > He glanced up at the bodyguards, their eyes fixed on the gruesome sight ahead. With the >strength of his torment fueling him, he quickly jerked out of their hands. He then made a wild >sprint to where Cassidy's body lay. ANGIE: (Butch, raspy) (Wails like a small child) JOEL: Man, we're so MEAN to them, aren't we? > > The guards began to give chase,but Giovanni held a hand up. Stop. Let him go. SERVO: I wonder when the Boss got the power of the Force? >His head then turned to Butch, racing as fast as he could to his dead love. Giovanni barely >supressed a chuckle at this pathetic sight. CROW: Hey, buddy, go out and look at MONDO. You'll get quite a kick outta that. SERVO: (sniffles) >This had made his day, heck, his year. JOEL: (whiny, British accent) He threw me out of Heaven! (Jaimiel‚e's Note: Sorry, I just had to stick that somewhere! ^_^) > > Butch came upon her, and he quickly got to his knees, crouching over her body. "Oh God, >Cassidy, no!" ANGIE: (Butch, raspy) Blood's all over your uniform. Blood stains are IMPOSSIBLE to getout! >His voice cracking from emotion. SERVO: Isn't it ALWAYS cracking? Bada-bing! OTHERS: (short laughter) >Because his hands were still bound in front of him, he couldn't even hold her one last time... CROW: Well, you could throw your bodily self upon her, but people might get the wrong idea. >He put his finger on her neck, desprately searching for a pulse. There was none. Cassidy was >dead. > > He was grimly amazed that despite the force of the weapon that killed her, Cassidy's head >was still in one piece. JOEL: (snicker) Yeah, thank God! >He knelt down in the puddle of blood beginning to surround her. He began sobbing >uncontrolably. Not just any sobs mind you, ANGIE: . . . but the sobs of a small child, nay, that of a Chihuahua, locked in the garage all night by accident. >but the sobbing of a broken-hearted man, who had lost the one person he cared about most in >the world. The only girl he ever loved, his Cassidy. > > Butch's anguished tears chilled the spines of everyone in that room..except for Giovanni. >He merely grinned at this. He had finally broken Butch's spirit, and now he would die too. > > Giovanni motioned for the body guards one last time. They clamped down on Butch's arms>and began to drag the crying man back to meet his doom. Butch lost all will to resist. The only >reason he had for living was now dead. SERVO: But what about knitting, my man, you always loved that! > > Jessie sprang out from behind the boss's chair and put the barrel of her gun to Giovanni's >temple, her finger firmly on the trigger. CROW: (Jessie, insane) Is the gun loaded? you're probably thinking right now. Or is it just one of those clown guns that spits out a "BANG!" flag when triggered? Well, ask yourself, punk,do you feel lucky? >The crushed look on her face had been replaced by an evil grin as she smugly declared, "Nobody>move or the boss gets it!" Then she turned and smirked at James remarking, " You have no idea >how many times I've wanted to say that!" > > Gasps filled the air as James smiled back and produced another weapon of his own, and >shoved it roughly against the boss's back. "Release him!" he demanded to the guards holding >Butch captive. "Now." > > They didn't need to be told twice. Their grips loosened, and Butch slowly sank to the floor, >not really seeming to notice he'd just been saved from a gruesome fate. JOEL: You have to admit, for being an *evil* boss, Giovanni sure has some loyal workers. >Not really seeming to notice anything.. > > Giovanni remained stiff, and didn't say a word. He was determined to show no sign of >weakness. "I've always known they were fools. Now is my chance to be rid of them as well!!" >he thought to himself while keeping completely composed and emotionless. > > James walked toward Butch, all the while having his eye on Persian. He didn't trust that cat >as far as he could throw him. ANGIE: So, if he chucks Persian REALLY far, he'd trust him a lot, even though Persian's an evil kitty? And what if he's in his Pok‚ball at the time. I'm sure James can chuck that thing pretty far, too. >He slowly came to Butch, who was staring down at the floor, still stunned and desprately >praying this was all a bad dream. SERVO: Well, dumbass, you started it all when you wet 'em on the Boss' carpet 'coz you couldn't kill him! >James produced a knife out out his boot and sliced through the cords binding Butch's wrists. CROW: (Butch, raspy) Hey! Ow! Ow! Watch the arteries, man! >Butch suddenly sprang to life and started to run back to Cassidy, only to >be held back. > > "Let go of me, James!" Butch struggled, but in was still too weak >to even barely protest. He sank to his feet, unable to stand. In an act of >stupidity, James momentarily re-holstered his weapon to help up his injured comrade. > > Seeing James' back vulnerable, Persian leaped to action. The sheer >force of Persian's weight combined with the surprise knocked James forward >onto his face, his gun and knife both sliding uselessly away out of his >reach. JOEL: Ow! Now Persian's putting him in a double jock block! That's GOTTA hurt! > "No! James!" Jessie's attention shifted to James, who was recieving >the brunt of Persian's fury swipes. ANGIE: (James) Ahhh, that feels good. I got a real bad itch HERE, can you get it? Ahhhh, that's the stuff . . . >Giovanni chose that moment to grab Jessie's arm. She screamed and dropped >her gun as he twisted her wrist, causing it to break with a loud snap. SERVO: When Indian burns go horribly wrong. >He used his powerful arm to toss her as easily as he would a rag doll. CROW: Hey, come to think of it, Jessie DOES sorta look like a Raggity Anne doll! >She let out a shrill cry as she landed painfully on her broken wrist. She >lay writhing in pain a few feet from Cassidy's body. JOEL: (Jessie) Hi! How are you? . . . Oh, yeah, I forgot, you're dead. > > "You idiots really thought you could defeat me? The Boss of Team >Rocket?!?!?" Giovanni thundered at them, seething. He picked up his >magnum revolver and leveled it at Jessie's head. > > "No...." James whispered softly, his body wracked with pain. He >could feel himself dying. Persian was merciless with its attacks. ANGIE: Gawd, what a puss! SERVO: (James) C'mon! Run out of PP points! Run out! CROW: This isn't the video game, you know. SERVO: (James) Dammit! > > Giovanni cocked the revolver and steadied himself for the kickback. > > A loud shot echoed through the hallway. Giovanni turned his head to >see his precious Persian slump lifelessly onto the ground. JOEL: (James) Wow! I didn't know human body parts could shoot bullets! What a remarkable discovery! >His eyes widened at what he heard. > > A familiar gangster voice rang loud and clear. "Who's da top cat now?!?" >Meowth stepped out of the shadow, holding a very large machine gun. "The >question is...do you feel lucky? Do ya? Mwa ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!" >He let out a barrage of bullets, taking out both of the bodyguards who had >earlier tormented Butch and Cassidy. Giovanni dove behind his chair in just >the nick of time to avoid being killed. ALL: (stunned silence) > Jessie took this as a clue that they'd better skedaddle. ALL: (more stunned silence) >She winced as she hustled over to Butch and James who were still both in >great pain from Persian's attacks. "You guys, we've go to go NOW!" They >both got to their feet as quickly as they could. > Meowth called to them over the noise of the machine gun. "I'll hold >em off! Mondo's got da balloon around back!" When he saw the worried look >in their eyes he only replied, "I'll be fine! Meowth can take care of >himself!" ALL: (still more stunned silence) >But the look in his eyes said that he didn't believe a word he had just >spoken. This last battle was for his friends. ANGIE: Permission to cry? JOEL: (stunned) Go ahead. ANGIE: (sobs) SERVO: Oh, if I could, I'd vomit right now. CROW: I think I've just lost all trust in the world. > > Butch turned to Cassidy's body. James saw this and clamped down on >his arm. "We've got to go!" He said in a firm, emotionless voice. ANGIE: (sniffling) (James) I was just mauled by a Persian, I don't CARE about Cassidyright now! >Butch turned to look at him, horrified at the very though of leaving her >here. JOEL: (Butch, raspy) They might dress her up in funny clothes! > > "No! I won't just leave her here!!!" Despair and confusion showed >in his deep brown eyes. How could James even ask such a thing of him? > > James only pulled on his arm, pulling Butch farther from Cassidy >every moment. "We have NO choice!" Butch began to weep softly again as he >looked at her body one last time. SERVO: (Butch, sobbing) The blood pouring down her body, it's just so ethereal in it's beauty! > > Jessie, James and Butch limped through the empty halls of Team >Rocket Headquarters as fast as they could. CROW: Where is everybody? ANGIE: Well, I would run, too, if there was an insane Meowth wielding a machine gun. JOEL: I still say that's what they should do to Ash and friends. Stop digging holes, bring out the big guns! > >The shouts and gunfire from Giovanni's chamber grew fainter with every >step. Then suddenly, it stopped. SERVO: Meowth *is* the Humanoid Typhoon. > >*** > > Meowth tried the useless gun one last time. The bullets were >spent..he was done for. Unless.. CROW: See, that proves how dumb animals are, they always forget to bring extra clips when going trigger happy. > > Giovanni slowly slank out from behind his chair, smirking the whole >way. He clicked his tougue in disdain and began mocking him , "Meowth, >Meowth,Meowth .... and I thought you had so much potential.." He >emphasized this insult by shaking his head with disgust. >"But you have proved us all wrong..." he chuckled as he saw the fear slowly >creep into Meowth's feline eyes. ANGIE: Are you KIDDING?! Did you just SEE what he DID to Persian?! He IS the Top Cat! > > Several heavily armed Rocket Thugs stomped through the door on the >north wall of the chamber. They stood in a perfect line behind Giovanni. >Their leader was a huge, muscular man with physique that would have made >Lt. Surge jealous. JOEL: It's the Neo-Nazis from northern Idaho, and, boy, do they HATE Meowths. > >His deep features were offset by an jagged scar beginning from his forehead >to his chin. He growled in a raspy voice, "Your orders, sir?" SERVO: Oh, darn, if only he had a girly voice he COULD HAVE been Bardok. ANGIE: HEY! (punches Servo in the dome) Don't make fun of his Japanese voice! SERVO: (dizzy) One more time and I SHOULD learn my lesson . . . > > "Sgt. Pegg, there are four traitors escaping! Your men must stop >them with whatever means necessary. Shoot to kill!!!" CROW: (Giovanni) And don't waste the carcass, use every part possible!!! >Giovanni thundered, pointing at the door through which they had escaped. > Sgt. Pegg signaled his men with a quick jerk of the head. "Fall in, >men! Move out!" The sergeant and his men quickly bolted out the door, >marching in perfect synchronation. JOEL: (Giovanni, smugly) God, I LOVE my work! > > Giovanni stared at Meowth, who was trying his best to show no >emotion. To make Meowth's pain more keen, Giovanni turned to his bodyguard >and said flippantly,"And while you're at it, clean up that mess over >there. We just waxed the floor yesterday." The bodyguard's gaze turned to >Cassidy's still form. > "What shall we do with the body, sir?" > "Burn it." ANGIE: (Meowth) Oh, really! On a pyre? Can I sing like Xena does on the show duringa funeral? > > Meowth almost choked on the large lump growing in his throat. SERVO: That salesman had been telling the truth, DON'T eat the magic beans. >He watched helplessly as the man carelessly scooped up Cassidy's dead body >and quietly muttered about how her blood was "staining his new uniform." > > Meowth began slowly backing out of the chamber when he backed into >something. He gazed up to see another Thug, who was definetly not smiling. CROW: (thug) I don't find your antics on the show funny. I only like Ash and Pikachu. > > "Leaving so soon?" Giovanni had Meowth surrounded. Giovanni raised >his revolver to Meowth's head, and like in a dream, Meowth was powerless to stop it... ANGIE: (gasps) > >*** > In the halls, Butch, Jessie, and James hesitated >momentarily, until they heard it. One final shot. Meowth had given his >life to save them. ANGIE: (shrieks at the top of her lungs) JOEL: Geez, they seem pretty cool with it. SERVO: (James) It was for the good of Team Rocket! Wait, what am I SAYING?! > > It also meant they were running out of time. CROW: (Jessie) Hurry! We're missing "Johnny Bravo!" JOEL: That's all, let's go! SERVO: What? Are they just going to leave us hanging? ANGIE: (stops shrieking) Is Cassidy really dead, or is she just being difficult? (All stand, Crow goes to leave) CROW: (off-stage) Ugh, uh . . . Hey!!! The door isn't opening! Open! Open! Dear Lord OPEN!!! (breaks down sobbing) ANGIE: (angrily) Why won't it open? SERVO: (to Joel) She's getting anxious! Badgers are notorious like that! JOEL: (to Servo) Shhhh . . . CROW: (pounding on door and crying) Why, God, why? It's over, why can't we leave? ANGIE: Hey, something's happening. (Angie sits back down, as does Joel, Servo, and Crow a couple of seconds later.) CROW: (sniffling) Now what? > Jaimiel‚e's Note: JOEL: Oh-ho, a word from our author . . . Did we screw up big time? SERVO: Other than breaking the Fourth Wall once in awhile? Nah. >A picture cannot be shown to the readers due to reasons that it would screw up the entire >MSTing if I loaded a pix on here. So, in order to see them, go to "Have You Brought Pencils?" >http://www.geocities.com/jaimielee_rocket/ >(Spell the name right!) ANGIE: PLUG! PLUG! PLUG! >where the POL pixes I did for JLJ is up. JLJ requested that I MST them. (My own art work!) SERVO: Well, if they're pieces of crap, why not? ANGIE: This should be the last time! (punches Servo in the dome) Don't dis on my cousin!!! SERVO: (wobbles in chair for a bit) (a picture appears on their screen) ALL: GYAHHH! (shield eyes) JOEL: The pure blackness hurts against the cheerful color pencil people! CROW: Omigod, look at Meowth! Blech~ SERVO: Hey, when were James and MONNNNNDOOOO ever crying over Meowth's broken and bloody body? ANGIE: Wasn't Meowth carrying a rifle, not a pistol? JOEL: Wasn't Butch stripped of his "R" shirt? CROW: Wasn't he beat up, too? SERVO: I think the real question that should be asked here is why in the hell is there a shot of Giovanni's freakishly large head floating in the middle of the blackness? ALL: --shudder-- ANGIE: Well, despite the freaky flying Gio head, Jaimiel‚e Rocket did very good. 'BOTS: (whisper) Suck up. ANGIE: (sticks out her tongue) Nyah! Do you KNOW how LONG it took her to fill in the background with her crappy Paint program? OTHERS: --shudder again-- (second picture flashes on) ALL: GYAHHH! JOEL: Wah, it's black again! CROW: It's depressing! SERVO: I think that's what the artist wanted to portray, dumbass. CROW: Oh, yeah, you're a . . . a . . . SERVO: SMARTass? CROW: Yeah! (pause) Hey! JOEL: (points at floating Giovanni and Persian head) Look, they're gonna bite off Mondo's head! ANGIE: Eww, look at Mondo's JAW! It's kinda . . . (tilts her head) . . . lopsided. CROW: (Mondo) Hey, who put this huge wad of chewed bubble gum on my head? SERVO: Looks like Butch got a few rug burns on his face, there. JOEL: Hey, again, isn't his shirt supposed to be torn off? ANGIE: Hey, not even the all-powerful Jaimiel‚e Rocket is perfect! Although she comes quite close. 'BOTS: (whisper) Brown-noser. ANGIE: Shut up! CROW: (to Joel) I didn't think demon badgers could be kiss-asses! JOEL: (to Crow) We don't know if she is or not, shhh. SERVO: Yes, yes, it's a lovely picture-- CAN WE GO NOW?! (picture goes away) CROW: (jumping up) The door's open! Yayayay! (all exeunt) ~*~*~*~*~*~ The bridge of the Satellite of Love was darker than usual, and Joel with his robot pals, (including Gypsy), were huddled behind the desk, cowering. "C'mon, guys," Joel said in a somewhat quivering voice, "we really don't know if she's that demon badger, Lisa." "Joel," Servo began in a reasonable tone, "I love you and all but I must strongly disagree! I saw her digging for grubs and eating them!" The man was about to say, "Oh!" when he paused and blinked. "Grubs? Where do you dig forgrubs here?" "Why, in the ground, silly!" Crow answered. Joel's eyebrows furrowed together, trying to figure out how she was getting grubs from under the SoL floor. "I still don't think that proves anything. Some people eat bugs." Crow and Servo gasped. "Oh no! Dr. F musta unwittingly unleashed these terrors upon the world, and they've been taken us over one by one!" Servo concluded. "That fiend, does he know what he's done?! Eating BUGS and small mammals? Disgusting!" Servo lamented. "What's going on?" Gypsy asked. "Don't worry about it," Joel assured, patting her on the head. "Okay . . ." Suddenly, through the darkness of the satellite, came a horrible and deafening shriek of agirl, a screech of some kind of terrible creature, and a bunch of mysterious banging sounds. Panicked enough as it were, Joel and the 'Bots began to scream in abject terror and clutch each other tightly, sobbing. "Oh, Joel!" the little red robot cried. "Hold me close!" "Boy, am I going to miss you guys when we're torn to pieces by a rabid Angie- badger!" the golden one cried, but not as touching as what Servo had said. "I don't know what's going on!" Gypsy sorrowed. "Oh, I'll miss you all, too--" Joel began, but stopped as a figure entered the room, and all the sobbing quieted down. "What're you guys doing?" The figure asked, reaching over and flicking on the lights. Angie was standing there, bearing a baseball bat. "The badger's come to beat us all up with a bat!" Servo screamed, causing everyone to holler and panic again. Angie snapped at them to shut up, and they all did. "What badger? You mean this thing?"She reached behind her and pulled out a large and limp animal. Everyone gasped. "I found it in my bed, the nasty little thing." She smiled smugly and twirled her bat. "I got it though, don't worry!" Grimacing, Joel noticed the red button flashing and reached over to tap it. D13: TV's Frank chubby face fell and he placed his hands on his cheeks. "Oh no! Lisa! What has she done to you, that monster!" He turned his head and began to cry into his arm. "Oh-h-h-h~ Lisa! The other badgers will miss you! Terry Rose, and Bradly, and Usa-chan, and Fred and Carl and . . ." "No they won't, Frank," Dr. F said, walking into the room, removing blackened goggles fromhis face. "The badger plan didn't work. I had to burn them all." "You WHAT?!" Frank gasped, his face becoming paler. "I burned them all. They were useless!" Frank's face contorted into anger and he held up his hands, fingers clenching for Dr. F's neck. "You bastard! They had feelings, too, you know!" The frightened mad scientist stepped back a bit. "No they didn't, they were manmade with no feelings!" "I loved them!" Frank continued advancing. Dr. F was being pressed against the computer console. "Uh, I don't think this will be appropriate for you to see, so until next time, boobies . . ." He reached over and pressed the button. --foosh!-- DR. F: Ouch! Frank, my eye! Watch where you're putting your finger! Owe!!! The end! ________________________________________________________________________ ______ I wrote the most of the prologue's riffs WITHOUT Crow!!!!! Argh! Do you believe that?! I'm so ashamed! And, must I say, I did it again. I ERASED some of what I typed and I had to go back and do it all again! Gawd, I HATE myself sometimes!! Oh, and the pix riffs weren't very good, but I was trying to riff my own artwork, and it was hard . . . Kinda like thinking, y'know? This past month has been a weird one . . . I got a guy! ^_^ (Hi, Mark!) Joxer died. --sniff-- And it took me so stinking long to get this out 'coz, one, I was being lazy! ^^ But I also have a website now! For those that didn't know this, please check it out? It's still in construction and I'm moving most of the pages to Homestead, so I'm not updating much now, but please go look! It has fun backgrounds! Ooooo . . . Have You Brought Pencils? @ http://www.geocities.com/jaimielee_rocket/ Be sure to spell my name write! ^^ MAGNEFICO: (to Johnny Bravo in drag) Don't tell me you've never kissed a MAN before? JOHNNY: (using masculine voice) What!? I was young! It was New Year's Eve! The Cherry Cokemade me all giddy! ________________________________________________________________________ ______ "Leaving so soon?" Giovanni had Meowth surrounded. Giovanni raised his revolver to Meowth's head, and like in a dream, Meowth was powerless to stop it... **** In the halls, Butch, Jessie, and James hesitated momentarily, until they heard it. One final shot. Meowth had given his life to save them. Next Episode will be: "Jesse: Warrior Princess" I swear, Shadowcat, it will be! 2000, Jaimiel‚e Rocket & Maelstrom