Gotta Ketchum All - Part 2 - 4K

Deep within the bowels of Team Rocket's secret hideout, perched atop a stool in front of his huge drafting table, Meowth closes his eyes and rubs his temples. His plan was simple, elegant, and seemingly foolproof. All of his calculations were correct...checked, rechecked, and triple-checked...yet here he sits, not a Pikachu to be seen, and a migraine headache pounding between his ears.

His plan, however, didn't account for two things...

Meowth opens his eyes to reveal his two bedraggled-looking teammates sitting on the couch opposite him. Her heavy eyelids fluttering and her head lolling...tendrils of black mascara tears dried on her cheeks, her trademark swoosh of a hairdo sticking out in a manner of directions...Jessie looks as if she hasn't slept for days. James, looking not quite so worse for wear, gives Jessie the occasional hateful look.

Meowth: So, let me guess... (points at James) Despite all of the indications to the contrary, the kid isn't swinging the pride flag?

James: On the contrary, he's a total closet case.

Just as Meowth opens his mouth to respond, Jessie's cell phone alerts her to an incoming text. She doesn't have to look at it...she knows who it is...swiping the alert closed with an indignant scowl.

Meowth: Alright... Well, I'm not seeing a Pikachu, so...

James goes on to explain how he did indeed begin to seduce their longtime foe. After waving the white truce flag, as it were, James laid on the charm pretty thick. An exchange of phone numbers eventually leads to them going out for drinks. Some idle chat-chat turning to confessions, confessions turning to romantic hand holding, hand holding leading to...

Once again, Jessie's phone alerts, interrupting Meowth's debriefing. This time she looks at it...the image is visible just long enough for James to look over and see a familiar redhead's face clamped between a woman's thighs. Jessie angrily stabs a finger at the device to make the picture disappear.

Meowth raises an eyebrow in annoyance, watching as James simply shakes his head as if to say "Don't ask". The feline gives James a gesture, motioning for him to continue. James goes on to explain how he had the little twerp right where he wanted him...leaning in for a kiss...their lips just about to touch, when...

James' cell phone vibrates in his back pocket. Meowth had given the duo explicit instruction not to call or text one another during the mission, the logic being that either of the Ketchums might become suspicious of their intentions. That is unless it's an emergency...James pulls the phone out of his pocket and glances at the screen.

James: (thinking) Fuck. (to Ash) Sorry, I gotta take this.

Swiping the answer button and bringing the phone to his ear, James gives Ash a little smile.

James: Yes, mother...

Jessie: (whispering) Get me the fuck outta here!

James: I can't, mom... I'm kind of in the middle of something.

Jessie: (whispering) Eff that! The woman has not been laid since 1990-something! I can't get five whole minutes without her wanting to shove something in me or...or...or make pancakes!

James: Yes, I'm on a date, mom. No, it's nobody you know.

James rolls his eyes with a little smirk, Ash raising an eyebrow while biting his lower lip.

Jessie: (whispering) Goddammit, get your ass over here! I had to lock myself in the bathroom just to get away from this nympho bitch. Eight! Eight straight, fucking hours with obsess-o-moms face buried in my crotch...and six more hours grinding on me after that!

James covers the microphone, giving Ash an exaggerated exhale of exasperation.

James: Sorry, this is gonna take a little while.

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Original Art by Jopuari

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