"You wanna come over here and say that?"  Jesse snapped.

    "A hole?"

    She whacked him on the head with a fan.  "No, something new.  This plan is completely different, and it will work!  It involves disguises, treachery, and a good knowledge of our enemies!"  James sighed.  That usually meant crossdressing.  "But don't worry.  No dresses this time."  He beamed.  "I'll tell you about it as soon as the narrator goes away.  I think he tells the twerps our plans."

    "I didn't get us lost!" he whined, rubbing the bump on his empty head.  "It's a plot device.  The writers did it!  You just always blame me!"

    "You'd think they would write something new for a change," mumbled Brock.  "Like making you guys walk off a cliff or something."

    "What was that, Brock?"
    "I said, uh, we better be careful not to walk into any of Team Rocket's traps again."
    "Prepare for trouble!"
    Ash sighed.  "Too late..."
    "Make it double!"

    Jesse and James emerged from behind opposite trees, each wearing blue and white jackets, black shirts, blue jeans, and Pokémon League hats.  In other words, they were dressed exactly like Ash.  They both held Pokéballs and had stuffed Pikachus on their shoulders.  Jesse started off the motto.  "To become the greatest Pokémon master..."

    "Unless my Pokémon don't evolve faster!" James giggled.
    "To get a badge from another city..."
    "Just 'cause the trainers are full of pity!"
    "Ash!"
    "Ketchum!"
    "Hey!"  The real Ash shouted.  "Quit making fun of me!"
    "Yeah, leave him alone!" Misty added.

    Jesse grinned.  From nowhere, a screen popped up in front of her.  Articles of Ash clothing flew every which way, and when it lowered, she was wearing a different disguise:  blue shorts, a yellow shirt, and red suspenders.  Her hair was in a ponytail on the side of her head, and she was smiling like an airhead.  Misty turned red with embarrassment and anger.  "You twerps had so much fun imitating us in the House of Imatay," Jesse laughed, "that we've decided to pay you back!"

    James also smiled.  If he knew Jesse, which he was pretty sure he did, the humiliation had barely begun.  He just hoped they could keep the brats distracted long enough for Meowth to sneak up and steal Pikachu.  While he was waiting, he planned to have fun imitating the little pest.  He laughed stupidly.  "Hey, Misty."

    "Hey, Ash!" Jesse-as-Misty squeaked.  "I'm that bratty girl who's always following you around and bugging you about my bike.  Of course," she winked back at the real Misty, "I'm not really in it for the bike, am I?"

    Both Ash and James looked confused, but Misty was enraged.  "You take that back!"

    The plan went into phase two as James pulled out a small stuffed Caterpie and set it on the ground in front of his partner.  "Look, Misty, it's a cute little Caterpie!"

    Jesse squealed and attached herself to the fake Ash.  "Ew, ew, ew!  I can't stand anything uglier than I am!" she screamed.

    "I dunno, Misty," James said, not entirely because he was making fun of Ash.  "I think you're kind of pretty."

    The real Ash looked ready to explode.  "I DO NOT!  THIS HAS GONE FAR ENOUGH!  WE DIDN'T EVEN GO THIS FAR IN THE HOUSE OF IMATAY!  YOU--"

    "Oh, shut up," Jesse interrupted.  Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Meowth sneaking up with the Pikachu knockout gas and shockproof net.  This plan would work.  She knew it.  But until it worked...  "You really think I'm pretty, Ashy?"  She batted her eyelashes.

    "Ashy?! " Misty squeaked.
    Brock gagged.

    James simply nodded.  "I think you're even prettier than Pikachu.  In fact, I've made my decision.  It's over between me and Pikachu."  He flicked the stuffed Pokémon off his shoulder and then knelt down in front of his partner.  "Will you marry me, Misty?"

    Ash launched himself at James, suddenly transformed from a stupid little Pokéboy to a bloodthirsty demon from Hell.  Brock grabbed him, trying to hold him back and only barely succeeding.  "I'LL KILL HIM!  I'LL KILL HIM DEAD!" he screamed rabidly, foaming at the mouth.  James knew Pikachu was a touchy subject and it was time to move on.  He saw Meowth up in a tree with the knocked-out Pikachu in a net, waiting impatiently.  He nudged Jesse.

    She had no intention of ending their little game, though.  "Of course I'll marry you, Ash!  We can have Professor Oak do the ceremony and Gary can be your best man.  My sisters, who are far better Pokémon trainers than I could ever hope to be, will be my bridesmaids.   We can live at your mom's house!  You can get a job as a wannabe Pokémon trainer.  Why don't we get married right now?"  James thought about somehow signaling that the plan already worked, but before he could say a word, she flew at him and kissed the living daylights out of him.

    Misty remained red.
    Ash forgot his anger and decided to throw up instead.

    The kiss was so surprising that Brock's eyes flew open for the first time in years.  "Hey, I can see again!"  He reached into his pocket and pulled out a photo of Nurse Joy.  "God, what was I thinking?!"

    "Come on, guys!"  Meowth shouted from his tree perch, attracting the attention of the trainers.  "It's only a thirty-minute show!  A thirty-minute children's show!  We gotta get dis Pikachu back to da Boss!"

    "Hey, they took Pikachu!"  Misty shouted.  Uselessly, since the other two had already noticed.

    Ash ceased his vomiting long enough to send out Bulbasaur and Vinewhip Team Rocket over the horizon, minus the unconscious electric rat.  "We're blastin' off again!" Meowth screeched, but he was the only one.  Jesse and James were still kissing.

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