Cartoons
Rating: PG-13 (*A* bad word)
Written: April '99
Category: Humor, romance, humor, um . . . did I say humor? It gets funnier as it goes along.
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: I don't own Jesse, James, or any other character in this story, yadda yadda yadda . . .
Summary: Brock turns evil and kidnaps a girl we all know and love, while James gets to play hero for once.
Author's note: My very first Team Rocket fanfic! Well, it's been considerably revised, but the jokes are intact. Kind of.
Feedback: All the cool kids are doin' it! Allicatt3@aol.com.
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Cartoons
by Rocket Jesse
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Chapter 1~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Goodnight, James," Jesse called down to her partner in the bunk bed below. She clicked her itty-bitty book-light on and set it over her diary.
"Sweet dreams, Jesse." James dug his ratty old notebook and drawing pencil out just like he did every night. Putting his flashlight between his teeth, he opened his sketch book to a blank sheet.
She pulled her favorite fountain pen from behind her ear and flipped her diary to the most recent page to write.
"Dear Diary,
Right now, I'm laying in a pretty rotten trainer inn in the middle of nowhere in a bed right over James. Just the same as every other night, but I'm the only one who doesn't complain. He just told me 'sweet dreams.' How sweet! Of course, I deserve to be treated sweetly. It's not like I *like* him or anything . . . But maybe he likes me! Wait a second -- he has to like me. Everybody loves me!
'night,
Jesse
Meanwhile, about four feet below, James was pouring his heart into a darn fine drawing. While he'd been scribbling away, his mouth had receded into a tiny line with his curled tongue peeking out of the side.
The picture was very lifelike (for cartoons). In it, Jesse and himself stood on a cliff together watching the sun set over their kingdom. They had finally been victorious.
Once he was finished with his work of art, he wrote on the bottom: "Dedicated to my best friend: Jesse." Looking it over one last time (probably so he'd have dreams about it), James sighed and slipped the notebook and pencil under his pillow with the rest of his private things. Frustrated that it didn't turn off, he smacked it. It flickered out, but would probably never produce light again.
His head dropped onto his pillow at precisely the same moment Jesse's did.
She had stashed her light, diary and pen under her pillow a few seconds before. Both now laid with their eyes wide open, staring out the window at the rain.
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An hour and a half later, they had each tossed and turned enough to know neither was able to sleep.
"Jesse? I can't sleep!" he whined.
She loudly exhaled after hearing his childish demeanor. They had to be up at the butt-crack of dawn the next morning; his behavior simply would not do. "Shut up, James!"
"But Jesse! I--"
"James!" She cut him off and swung her head over the edge of her bed to see him. "Do I have to come down there and *show* you how to get to sleep?"
Pure terror emanated from his enormous eyes. He violently shook his head.
"Good," she simply said, and laid back down in her bed.
She appreciated the silence immensely. It was peaceful just listening to the pitter-patter of the rain outside. She was *just* drifting off, when . . .
"Why do you always get the top bunk?"
"AAAAAARRRRGGGGHHH!!!!!" She leaned over the side a little *too* quickly, and promptly fell to the floor.
"Jesse!" He jumped out of his bed to crouch over her. He had to fight the urge to laugh. He knew that if he did, he'd die by her hand. "Are you alright?"
She didn't move.
"Jesse?!"
"Huh . . . wha . . ."
"Yes?"
"My leg hurts."
"Anything I can do?"
"Let me have the bottom bunk?"
"You mean *I* get the top?!" he yelled a little too anxiously.
"The railing up there is broken, you moron! The only two beds left are yours
and Meowth's. You get the floor."
Sadness marred his face for a moment, then a light bulb went on over his
head. Jesse noticed that it was only a sixty watt bulb -- she'd have to have
a little talk with their animators. They deserved at *least* seventy-five
watts!
"Meowth . . . how would you like sleeping in Jesse's bed?" His voice dripped
with villainous contempt. He sounded totally devious. After all, it was one
of his strong points. He'd have to remember to put that on his résumé one of
these days.
"Yeah, Meowth," Jesse added, "You get a full sized bed and you're only
pint-sized."
With James towering over him, he had no choice but to comply. "Oh, alright."
Meowth scrambled up to the top bunk.
"Okay, Jesse, you can go to bed now," James assumed.
"Um . . . no I can't."
"Yes, you can. Your bed is cat-free!"
"James -- I . . . can't . . . move."
"You've fallen and you can't get up?"
"Yes."
"Oh. Well, then, would you like a pillow and a blanket for your spot there
on the floor?"
"PUT ME ON THE BED!!!"
Without hesitation, and no small amount of fear, James hoisted her into his
arms. Her eyes closed as he carried her easily to Meowth's former bed.
Once he was standing next to the tangle of blankets with scattered gross
little cat hairs, Jesse snuggled her head into his chest. He found it very
hard to put her down. Then she snaked her arms around his neck.
At the risk of being decapitated, he whispered, "Jesse?"
"But you're so warm . . ."
He did the only thing he could do; sit on the bed with her cradled in his
arms.
"Oh, Jesse . . ." He used the same tender tone he had been.
Suddenly, her eyes flew open. Wide open. "PUT ME DOWN!!"
He did as he was told right away. By the time he'd laid her there, she was
dozing.
James quietly snuck back into his own bed in a way that only cartoons can.
He dreamt of Jesse, victory and soup all night.
Chapter 2~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Jesse awoke with a yawn the next morning, along with a curiously cartoonishly
bandaged left leg. She stretched and sat up, seeing James and Meowth
furiously slurping down breakfast.
Before she even remembered what happened to her leg, she knew it was James'
fault.
The two were paying her no mind yet. They had stopped gulping and now were
laughing at something she didn't catch. James wasn't laughing as hard as
Meowth, but he *was* beet red.
Then the blasted cat saw Jesse staring at them, and just calmly said, "Uh oh.."
"James?" she asked sweetly. "What's so funny?"
They both totally ignored Meowth, fortunately for his health. He took
Jesse's diary off the table and raced back to put it where he'd found it.
"Um . . . well . . . he . . . ah . . . Good morning, Jesse!! How's your leg
feeling?" His infamous million-dollar smile appeared on his face, focused
entirely on pleasing her. "Would you like some breakfast in bed?"
She raised an eyebrow at his confusing behavior, but how could she turn down
breakfast?
Five minutes later, she was somehow dressed and ready for the day (it must be
because cartoons can do anything at the speed of light), eating her breakfast
in bed. Like a lady.
It bothered her, how the breakfast was just 'breakfast.' It was some
unidentifiable beige mush. Sure, it tasted good, but in order to get the
good stuff, ya had to be on one of those really great shows. Maybe like The
Simpsons or The Critic.
"Psst!" Meowth whispered. "Jesse! Come here!"
James had run off somewhere. If he wasn't a cartoon, he might've been in the
bathroom.
"If you've got something to show me, then *you* come *here*," she irritably
demanded.
"Okay, okay." He scurried over and plopped himself down next to her on the
bed. "I've got some great stuff to show ya!" He sounded like he was selling
something. Not unusual. "This, however, is *not* something you can tell
James about. Promise?"
By now, she was cartoonishly eager. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Show me!"
The cat pulled a poorly-conditioned notebook from behind his back. "*This*
is a sketch book. *James'* sketch book."
"And?!"
"You might wanna see some of these." He opened it to the page dated
yesterday and gave the notebook to her.
She had to laugh along with Meowth. She didn't want to. She really didn't
want to. But if she didn't, Meowth would think she *liked* James, and that
simply would not do.
She had to admit, though, it was a pretty good picture. She really liked it
because James had his arm around her. It was like they were King and Queen.
Not a bad idea.
While her thoughts had strayed, she failed to notice the blush creeping into
her cheeks. For cartoons, blushing is about as obvious as the fact that
Jesse uses at least 10 cans of hairspray each day.
"Uh oh! James is coming!" she warned him.
"I'll show ya more later."
She was relieved when Meowth hopped off her bed without noticing her red
cheeks.
But the damn cat was still laughing to himself. Oops! Uh, forget that swear
word. She's on a cartoon, she can't think that way.
"Hey, what are you laughing at?" James asked Meowth. Jesse had long since
stopped laughing, but the blush remained.
She glanced to the side, and she saw that Meowth had been stupid enough to
leave James' sketch book sitting right out in the open next to her. She
quickly grabbed it and hid it behind her back.
"Oh, nothin'," Meowth answered, feigning innocence. He clambered out the
window. It made no sense, if you thought about it, since they were on the
second floor, but that doesn't matter. Why? That's right! He's a cartoon!
Trying to distract James, she held out her now finished breakfast for him to
take. "I'm finished. You wanna wash this for me?" For dramatic effect, she
batted her eyelashes.
He took the breakfast and set it on the table. "Jesse, what are you hiding?"
He tried to peek around her.
"Um . . . nothing!" She evaded her partner as best she could.
His hands grabbed her small waist to try to move her so he could see what she
had.
Jesse howled with laughter, letting go of the notebook to try to get his
hands away from her.
"I didn't know you were ticklish, Jesse!" He totally forgot about what she
was hiding, because tickling Jesse was obviously much more important. Or so
he thought.
"Why not? We've known each other forever."
He put his hands at his sides again. "I guess it's 'cuz we're cartoons."
"I guess."
Suddenly, James reached for Jesse again and began tickling her all over;
tummy, neck, armpits . . . he even yanked her boot off her good leg and
tickled her foot. She laughed hysterically the whole time, helplessly
telling James to "Stop it or I'll kill you!"
Then (finally) Jesse realized that her thrashing, kicking and laughing wasn't
doing her any good, and she fought back. She reached for the side of his
tummy as best as she could and tickled him.
He stopped for a second and sat down on her bed. "Nuh-uh-uh! I'm not
ticklish!" Tickling her again, he only laughed from making her squirm.
He must have a ticklish spot, Jesse thought. She decided to look for it.
Armpits?
Nope.
She knew it was a long-shot, but . . . chest?
Nope.
Feet! It had to be!
She pulled off his boots pretty quickly for somebody who was uncontrollably
laughing her butt off. She tickled him.
Success!
He was now laying on her bed, hands off her, laughing. His head was by her
feet, but he was now helpless as she tickled away. The sweet torture
continued for twice as long as hers had.
When she stopped, James couldn't speak for a minute or two. He was panting
and trying not to laugh anymore.
"Time for practice, James!"
He nodded.
"Prepare for trouble!"
"And make it double!"
"To protect the world from devastation."
"To unite all peoples within our nation."
"To denounce the evils of truth and *love* . . ." She couldn't help it. She
blushed.
"To extend *our* reach to the *stars* above." He blushed too.
They both wondered why the other blushed, but didn't voice their concerns.
Actually, nobody knows why they blushed. They didn't usually blush. It made
no sense. But that's alright, of course, because they're cartoons. If you
do happen to know why, then congratulations, you're a genius! Please tell me.
"Jesse!"
"James."
Team Rocket blast off at the speed of light."
"Surrender now or prepare to fight!"
And then, out of *no*where, "Meowth! That's right!"
"Ah," James contentedly sighed. "What a wonderful way to start the day."
"I'm so glad we gave up that whole stealing Pikachu bit, Jesse. It really
wasn't us."
"Me too, James. It wasn't very ethical either. Losing all the time was
really starting to get on my nerves. What if people had started to *call* us
losers? I wouldn't be able to stand it." Her nose scrunched up at the
thought. "Hey, do you think now that we're the good guys, Ash and Company
are the bad guys?"
"That's a wonderful question, Jesse."
"Why thank you, James." She was about to ask him to answer the question
already when a big, thick, ugly rope snagged her around the waist. It really
wasn't her color. "AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" she screamed, as she was pulled
upwards towards a giant Pikachu balloon.
"JESSE!!"
"James! Help me!"
"Don't worry, Jesse! I'll find a way to save you!"
Up in the balloon basket, Brock and Pikachu laughed as they hauled Jesse
aboard. Jesse, however, did not find this amusing at all.
"What do you think you're doing?!" she cried.
"Oh, Jesse," Brock told her devilishly, "Haven't you noticed? I've always
liked you." He grinned evilly.
He tied her up using the same ugly rope. She couldn't do much more than
scowl. "Where are your little friends?" When she spoke, she tried to put
all her hate for him in her voice.
"Oh, you mean Ash and Misty? Well, I just realized that if I'm with them all
the time, I'm never going to get anywhere in life. The bottom line is: I'm
going to be with you for the rest of my days."
"Pika Pi!"
Jesse spit at Brock. "What about Pikachu?"
He laughed corruptly. "Pikachu couldn't stand Ash any more than I could!"
Well, Jesse thought, as long as I'm up here, I might as well help out my
Team. And she kicked Pikachu out of the balloon, hoping James got it. It
wasn't stealing, really, so Team Rocket's new resolution didn't apply.
"Ooh, bad move, girlfriend."
"I'm *not* your *GIRLFRIEND*!"
"Sorry, Jess, looks like I'm gonna have to knock you out for a while."
Despite all her struggling, Brock managed to plunge a needle into her neck
and inject her with a sedative. She was unconscious after two minutes.
Pikachu hit James in the square head.
"Pikachu says that Brock turned into an evil demon dude, and he's always had
a crush on Jesse. That's why he kidnapped her. *And*, Pikachu is willing to
show us where he's taking her." Meowth smiled proudly after translating.
"Brock wants my Jess . . . I mean, he wants Jesse?!" Anger marred his
features for a second, then he calmed down. "But why are you helping us?"
James asked it.
After another string of Pikas and kachus to Meowth, the cat translated to
James again. "Pikachu was sick of Ash, so it ran off with Brock when he
left. But, ya see, Pikachu isn't evil, so it was kinda freaked out when
Brock kidnapped Misty."
"Misty?"
"Yeah. Pikachu likes her, I guess, and Brock went overboard and got her for
it."
Considering this, James nodded and narrowed his eyes in thought. "Say,
Pikachu?"
"Pi?"
"Thanks! Let's go find Jesse!"
"Pika Pikachu!" It began running to the forest, James and Meowth on its
tail. But not literally, that would be painful.
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Jesse regained consciousness with a terrible headache, momentary panic and
the knowledge that her leg was now curiously cartoonishly healed.
Then she saw Misty.
"Hi Jesse."
"What are you doing here?!" She forgot that Misty was a brat when she saw
that she was tied to a tree, just like she herself was.
"Brock . . . he, um, kidnapped me." She sounded scared, too.
"Me too . . ."
"You did know that Brock liked you, didn't you?"
"Not before today. I never paid him any attention." Those ugly ropes were
really starting to bug her. "Say," she said, after looking around, "Where is
he?"
"I don't know. I only woke up ten minutes ago."
She sighed. "Why did he have to *take* me? I had stuff to do!"
"Well, if I know Brock, he took you to get you away from James so he could
have you all to himself."
"What do you mean, 'get me away from James'?"
"Well, you gotta admit, you two *do* look like a couple."
"What?!" Oh great, she thought. Blushing *again*.
"Don't you see it? You and James look *perfect* together!"
"You really think so?" Jesse sounded dispirited.
"Mmm-hmm!"
Chapter 4~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Pika!" Pikachu pointed to the small clearing in the forest where Jesse and
Misty were.
"I can see Jesse! I can see her!" James sounded a *little* too happy there.
He cleared his throat. ". . . anybody have a knife?"
"No! You can't cut the ropes yet!" Meowth yelled. "Brock is right there!"
"Grrr." He got so mad that the animator painted his face red.
Then Jesse saw James. She smiled and her eyes widened. She was about to
speak, but he held a silencing finger over his lips. They didn't want Brock
to know they were there.
Of course, Jesse *could* say she had to go to the bathroom, but cartoons just
don't *go* to the bathroom. Besides, it wouldn't fit with the plot.
"Gimme some water now!"
James was surprised at how vicious she sounded.
Brock sighed. "I guess I could do that. I'd have to go down to the river,
though." He scratched his chin in thought. "Okay. I'll be back in a
minute, my love."
In no time, James' face was red again from jealousy.
Jesse narrowed her eyes at Brock's back. Then she stuck her tongue out at
him.
Once the evil guy was out of earshot, Jesse called to James. "Finally,
somebody to rescue me! What took you so long? Hurry up, these ropes are
giving me a rash."
"Are you gonna save me, too?" Misty asked.
James looked to Jesse for consent, and she nodded. "I guess I could save
you."
"Yay!"
"Pika! Pikachu!!"
Meowth looked at what Pikachu was getting so worked up about -- Brock was
coming back. "Hey, we gotta scram! Brock's comin'!"
James, Meowth and Pikachu all jumped into the bushes, which angered Jesse to
no extent. "What a bunch of chickens," she muttered to herself.
Once Brock was back in the clearing with Misty and Jesse, she chewed him out.
"I hate you, Brock! Do you think I'll actually stay with you for the rest
of your life?! You make me sick! Kidnapping a girl is *not* the way to win
her heart! And it's not like I would fall for you anyway! I never have and
never will love you! LET ME GO!!!" After a few seconds to catch her breath,
she added one last thing. "Where the hell is my water?"
Everybody who heard Jesse say the "H" word covered their ears. She had said
a forbidden word! When the lawyers try to sue her, though, she'll just say
she was drugged, tied up, and in a state of kidnapping.
Brock looked like he was going to cry. His mouth got all funny and squiggly.
"I got halfway there when I realized that you might try to trick me." He
sniffled.
"Trick you? You think I'd stoop that low?! I'd blow your brains out if I
had a gun! I want my water and I want it now!"
"No!"
Jesse gave him a look of pure contempt.
He sniffled again and wiped his nose on his sleeve. Eeeeww! "You're tied
up. Why should I do what you tell me?" He was trying to sound dominant and
confident, but with the sniffly and nose watery eyes (well, okay, lines), it
just didn't work.
"Because I am Jesse from Team Rocket! Prepare for trouble!"
Brock, Misty and Jesse all waited for James to chime in. But he didn't.
"I SAID, prepare for trouble!"
Still no James.
"James, get your butt out here!"
The three waited for another minute, but James didn't answer. Little did
they know that he was refusing to recite the poem because he was trying not
to laugh at the way Jesse was acting towards Brock.
That, and he knew he'd do something stupid.
Jesse irritably sighed and turned back to Brock. "Can I go now?"
The slit-eyed villain had regained his calm composure. "No way! I'm not
letting you go that easy. Remember? You've already got plans for this
lifetime! Be my wife!"
"Didn't I already explain this to you? How thick is your skull?"
"Umm . . . can I go?" Misty asked, speaking for the first time since Brock
returned.
"No! I'm in a bad mood."
The girls both rolled their eyes at him. Men didn't have any idea of what a
bad mood really was.
Brock went and sat on the ground with his back to Jesse and Misty and moped.
Since James, Pikachu and Meowth hadn't made any noise for a really long time,
the two girls assumed that they had left.
You can tell this is gonna be good, can't you?
"So, Misty, why are you staying with Ash when Brock and Pikachu got sick of
him?"
"Um . . . he owes me a bike." She sounded unsure.
Realization dawned on Jesse. "You like him, don't you?" she asked in awe.
"No! Well . . . maybe. Okay, so kinda. A little."
"Oh, that's bad."
"I know! I know! It's just . . . you can't help who you have crushes on,
you know? They just kinda happen and you don't have a choice."
"So true. You know Misty, you're not such a brat after all."
"You either, Jesse."
"I'm sorry about your crush."
"Thanks. Are you sorry about yours?"
In the bushes behind Jesse, James' ears perked up.
"What crush? I don't have a crush! Nope, no crush for me! I'm crush free!"
She said the string of nonsensical crush gibberish just a bit too fast to be
believable. Not that it would be believable if it was slowed down.
Being a cartoon, James trusted Jesse's words, and he visibly drooped.
Misty laughed. "Are you kidding? You were talking about James for
practically the whole time you were awake! Well, before Brock came."
A grin placed itself on James' face. He was now blushing just like his
partner. (Sympathy blush.)
"Well, so? That doesn't mean I like him!" She knew she did. But she would
deny it as long as humanly possible.
James' face fell.
"Hey, if I admitted I like Ash, who by the way is waaaaay worse than James,
you should at least *tell* me you've got a crush on him."
He smiled again.
"Will you two shut up?!" Brock called, annoyed.
Just to irk him more, they ignored him. "You've got a point there," Jesse
said, before realizing that she had. "I mean . . . that is, if I actually
liked him, you'd have a point."
James frowned again.
"James likes you, ya know."
His eyes widened.
"He does not!" Jesse insisted, even though she knew it was a lie.
"I notice these things, Jesse, trust me. He does."
She couldn't argue with Misty's steady expression. "So?"
One of those big funny Japanese sweat drops suddenly materialized over James.
"So, you admitted that he likes you. Now all you gotta do is say you feel
the same."
"No."
Misty let out an exasperated sigh. "You're impossible."
James just sat there for a moment, then wondered where Meowth and Pikachu had
gone. He looked around and found them rolling on the ground laughing off to
his side. His eyes narrowed in anger.
Brock spoke up again. "Alright, that's it. You're dying. Right now." He
got up and started to untie Misty.
"You can't kill me! I thought you were in love," Jesse sarcastically
protested.
"If I can't have you, nobody else can."
"Oh, you're good." Jesse recognized that line from a textbook she had had to
read for Bad Guy training.
"Does that mean --"
"NO!" she cut him off before he could say some ugly nauseating twisted love
thing again. She almost wished she *could* die, just to get away from Brock.
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Soon, Misty and Jesse were in the same ugly scratchy rope on a boat in the
middle of a lake. Brock was at the helm. Scary thought, huh?
"Who's more likely to save us, Jesse, Ash or James?" Misty wondered aloud.
"Definitely James. He's smarter than Ash. Though not by much . . ."
"We . . . we are going to get rescued, aren't we?" Misty's voice had taken
on a frightened tone.
"Of course we are! We're two of the main characters in a cartoon! And,
we're the only regular females! The writers *can't* kill us off." That's
Jesse for ya. Always confident.
"Yeah. You're right." Misty smiled.
"Don't be so sure!" Brock stopped the boat and turned to face the girls. "I
have a plan that won't fail!"
"Oh?" Jesse asked skeptically.
"What are you gonna do to us?"
"Well, Misty, since you asked," he demonically said, "I'm going to untie you,
throw you overboard and then get the hell outta here." He unraveled their
rope and tossed it aside.
"There are SO many holes in that plan . . ." Jesse, of course, would know.
"What are you talking about? It's foolproof!" The dumb guy. He actually
believed it was.
Jesse had to struggle to keep from laughing.
Until Brock threw Misty overboard, of course.
"Ah! Help! Somebody!"
Rolling her eyes, Jesse knew James was probably already there. Brock
wouldn't be able to see him, obviously, 1) because it would screw up the
plot, and 2) because he had really bad vision.
"Goodbye, Jesse." Brock grabbed her shoulders and pressed his mouth onto
hers.
Jesse felt sick. She bit his lip as hard as she could, but then he just
chucked her off the boat.
Laughing like a homicidal maniac, he sped off and vanished on the horizon.
"Where is James?" Jesse was beginning to get worried; it had been almost a
minute since she was dropped in the water. Her hairspray was beginning to
run off.
"Where is Ash?"
They both were treading the water as best as they could, trying to stay
afloat. If they were real people, they could stay above the surface by
floating on their backs. But . . . cartoons just don't work that way.
After a couple more minutes, they went under.
Chapter 5~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"There they are!" Meowth yelled, perched high on James' head.
"Alright! Finally, I get to be a hero!" James steered the boat over to the
two floating, faced-down girls and heaved them aboard. Jesse first. Duh.
Pikachu raced to Misty, who, like Jesse, lay completely still, and shocked
her. She sat up and gave her thanks to the three for saving her.
"Ah! Jesse!" Since the rules for a cartoon say that the same technique
can't be used to revive a person twice, James had to think of a way to get
Jesse breathing on his own.
Misty ran to the helm and quickly drove the boat home to the dock. It took
almost no time, so it didn't matter much to Jesse's health.
James picked her up and carried her ashore to lay her on the beach. There's
just prettier scenery there.
"I'll use mouth to mouth resuscitation!" James was delighted with his
epiphany and the fact that he would get to kiss her. Well, kinda kiss her.
He could've used some of that revive stuff, but why would he do that when he
could kiss her? Besides, the bottles look *atrocious*.
He pressed his mouth to hers and blew in, doing the whole CPR thing about
three times.
Jesse coughed.
Jesse smiled with a twinkle in her eye, took the supplies from James, stood
up, turned around, waved her arms around her hair in a blur for a few
seconds, turned back around, and had her hair perfectly restored to its
normal condition.
Then, as an afterthought, she hugged James.
Took her a while, huh?
"How do you do that thing with your hair?" James asked once she pulled away.
"It's the hairspray. You know, it's called 'Nuclear Bonding Spray.' That's
why my hair is pink!"
"What color is it naturally?"
Since she had used the hairspray all her life, she really didn't know. Maybe
her hair really was pink. She smacked him. (He was due for a smacking.) "I
can't tell you all my little secrets."
Reading her thoughts, he asked, "You don't know, do you?"
"Not a chance."
"Hey, where did everybody go?"
They both looked around for Pikachu, Meowth and Misty, but they weren't
there. "Misty?" Jesse called.
"They went looking for Brock. So, Jesse, are you gonna admit it yet?"
Jesse blushed. She decided to play dumb, which was probably a very bad idea.
"Admit what?" She nervously laughed.
"Oh, you know! About who you li-"
Jesse rushed behind Misty and covered her mouth. She laughed nervously again
and looked at James, smiling nervously, too.
"What's she talking about, Jesse?" he cluelessly inquired, even though he'd
overheard their entire conversation while they were in captivity. Cartoons!
"Oh, nothing, James!" She let go of Misty and put her hands behind her back.
Yes, playing dumb was a *very* bad idea. Very, very bad. "Just girl talk,
that's all. You know, like, nail polish and chic flicks and shopping! You
wouldn't be interested in anything we were talking about! Totally useless
information! Nothing to do with guys!" She covered her own mouth after
hearing herself say the last sentence.
Misty rolled her eyes. "This is getting really frustrating!"
Hearing her seriously angered tone, Jesse and James both turned to look at
her and listened.
"I can't believe you two just don't get it!"
"Get what?" James truly did look hopelessly confused.
Jesse refrained from speaking. She was apprehensively wringing her hands,
too freaked out to say anything coherent.
"Why don't you just kiss her and get it over with!" It was more of a demand
than a question.
James was still confused. You know why; cartoons.
"Look. Jesse, you like James. James, you like Jesse." Misty spoke as if to
befuddled children. "You have crushes on each other. You look fashionably
terrific together. Just kiss, okay?!"
They both fell over, like cartoons do, for reasons I can't even begin to
imagine. Misty helped them both up.
Now, they each stood face to face. On a scale of one to ten, both of their
blush factors were about . . . oh . . . a billion.
"So, uh, Jesse," he began. "What do you say?"
She shut her eyes and took a deep breath, calming herself. She opened her
eyes again and smiled. She impulsively reached her hand up to brush that
strand of hair that always fell in his eyes off to the side, like she'd
always wanted to do. When it fell right back into his face, she made a
mental note to buy him some of her hairspray. But what would she do if his
hair turned pink . . . ?
James grinned, too, and placed his hands on her waist. No, he did *not*
tickle her this time. Are you kidding? We're in the mushy part of the story
now! We can't have anything funny happen!
"Kiss already!" Misty was really starting to get annoying. It didn't
matter, though. Why?
Yes! Because they FINALLY kissed!
And just like in any cartoon romance, fireworks went off behind them. For
once, Jesse and James weren't *in* the fireworks.
Cue the cheesy love song.
.. . . and Jesse and James lived happily ever after. The end.
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Wasn't that the most beautiful piece of work you've ever read? What? Yes?
Man, have you got problems. This was so fun to write, 'cuz I got to blame on
the plot holes on the fact that it's a cartoon! Tell me how fun it was to
read. Allicatt3@aol.com.
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