Jemima came skipping into the junkyard one cool evening. In her arms she held a fluffy, pink ball. She raced into the junkyard, scattering cats left and right. She leaped up on top of the tire. “Attention everyone!” she called, her crystal voice reaching the far corners of the junkyard. The cats all assembled in front of her. “I have an announcement,” Jem said, her sapphire eyes sparkling.
The cats rolled their eyes. Jem ignored them. She held up the pink ball, which had feet and arms and ears and eyes. The tribe stared. “What the Heavyside is that?” Tumblebrutus asked.
“This is Jigglypuff,” Jemima said. “Isn’t it cute?”
“It’s a what?” Jennyanydots asked.
“Jigglypuff. It’s a Pokemon!” Jem said, smiling brightly.
“Wha’s a Pokemon?” Mungojerrie asked.
Rumpleteazer bopped her brother on the head. “Ya woul’ tink afer all the stealin’ ya do, ya woul’ a’ leas’ watch the TVs,” she snickered.
Jerrie bopped her back. “Jes cause yer a cartoon freak,” he muttered.
Jemima ignored the Cockney twins. “I took it with me cause it has the prettiest voice,” she said, stroking Jigglypuff’s head.
“Jiggly, Jigglypuff!” Jigglypuff said.
“Even better than you?” Pouncival teased. Mistoffelees flung a little bolt at Pouncival. Pouncival yelped and nearly leaped into Bombalurina’s arms.
“Yeah!” Jem said. “It’s so pretty! You all should hear it!” She smiled at the puffy Pokemon. “Come on, Jigglypuff, sing for them!”
“Jigglypuff, puff, puff!” said Jigglypuff. It looked quizzically at Jem.
“Yep, it sure sounds nice, Jem,” Alonzo teased. Cassandra slugged his arm.
“Come on, Jigglypuff!” Jem said, holding the Pokemon out a bit. “Sing!” Jigglypuff stared back at her.
“Lemme see it, Jem,” Tugger said, holding out his paws for the Pokemon. Jemima handed it to him. Jigglypuff looked at Tugger for a second, then smiled. It held up something that looked like a microphone and began to sing.
“Jiggalee-ee puff, Jiggalee-ee-ee puff. Jiggalee-ee puff, Jiggalee…”
The Jellicles began to blink and yawn. Jigglypuff continued to sing. “Jiggalee-ee puff, Jiggalee-ee-ee puff…”
One by one the cats curled up and fell asleep. Alonzo and Cassandra fell asleep holding each other. Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer curled up next to each other in a ball of orange, gold, red, white, and black fur. Pouncival and Bombalurina curled up, Pouncival’s head resting on Bom’s stomach. Jemima curled up on Tugger’s lap, purring in her sleep. Munkustrap and Demeter fell asleep hugging each other. Jigglypuff continued to sing. “Jiggaleepuff!”
The cats were all asleep, purring happily, sleeping peacefully. Jigglypuff opened up its eyes and looked around. Its smile faded when it saw all the sleeping Jellicles. “Jigglypuff!” it said angrily. It held up its microphone and pulled the top off of it, revealing a black marker. With angry jumps, it jumped from Jellicle to Jellicle, doodling on their faces. None of the Jellicles even stirred.
Once its task had been completed, Jigglypuff turned and waddled out of the junkyard. It stopped to look at the opera glasses and lipstick smudge it had drew on Jemima’s face before walking out into the London darkness.
Another cat nearby saw the whole thing that had happened. Two sunken, golden eyes stared out of a ginger-colored face, watching the snoozing Jellicles. The cat’s lips curved up in a smile, revealing ivory-white fangs. Purr-fect.
Like a shadow, the tom slipped from his hiding spot and crept toward the pair of Munkustrap and Demeter. He pushed Munkustrap away from Demeter, debating killing the tom.
Of course you can’t! the narrator adds.
Why not? Macavity whines.
‘Cause Munkustrap is a main character, and he’s the hero of the story, stupid!
Oh, okay.
Macavity picked Demeter up in his arms, wishing he could kill Munkustrap. He slipped silently from the junkyard, thinking to himself how stupid Munkustrap looked with a flower drawn over his face with marker. He looked down at Demeter in his arms, purring at his triumph, despite the fact she had swirls on both cheeks and a triangle on her forehead. He would take her back to his lair, wake her up…
Macavity was so enthralled in his daydream that he stepped right on something furry and yellow. The thing screeched and suddenly lit up with electricity, sending a powerful electric charge through Macavity and Demeter. Macavity’s fur stood on end (if it could anymore,) and his fur was literally smoking. He stood, stunned. “Pikachu,” said the thing angrily, lashing its tail back and forth.
The electric jolt was enough to bring Demeter out of her sleep. She looked around. “Munku?” she asked. Suddenly her eyes lit on an all-too-familiar face. “Macavity!” she shrieked.
Macavity clapped one smoking paw over her mouth and tightened his grip on her. “Miss me?” he snickered. Demeter struggled, but Macavity only tightened his grip on her waist again. He dragged her along, keeping an eye out for other stray things at his feet.
Munkustrap woke up later, blinking sleepily. He looked around for Demeter. “Dem?” Not seeing her, he sat up. Nearby, Alonzo woke up, pulling sleepily away from Cassandra. He looked up at Munkustrap, then did a double take.
“What happened to your face?” he asked, indicating the flower on Munkustrap’s tabby face.
“What happened to yours?” Munkustrap asked, looking at the patch that mirrored the one Alonzo had already. “I don’t think you had two spots on your face!”
Alonzo yelped and checked his reflection in a nearby window glass. He frantically rubbed the patch, nowhere in the general area, but it faded away regardless, it being one of those cheap markers that acts like the Japanese animation. Munkustrap did the same to the haphazard flower on his face.
Demeter cried once inside Macavity’s lair. Macavity had carefully washed the swirls and triangles off her face, then left her alone in a dark room by herself while he went to go fix his fur after his little encounter with the Pikachu. Demeter curled up in a ball and sobbed.
“Who’s there!” came a snippy voice from one of the dark corners. Demeter shot up, her fur on end, her eyes frightened.
“Who… who are you? Where are you?” She looked around the dark room.
From the shadows emerged three figures, two obviously human, the other… cat-like, but still not perfectly cat. The two humans eyed her with apparent curiosity, while the ugly cat watched her with a goofy smile on its face.
“Who are you?” Demeter asked, scrambling backwards.
The two humans looked at each other and smiled. The female stepped forward. “Prepare for trouble.”
“Make it double!” the guy added, joining her side.
“To protect the world from devastation,” said the girl.
“To unite all peoples within our nation,” said the guy.
“To denounce the evils of truth and love.”
“To extend our reach to the stars above.”
“Jessie!”
“James!”
“Team Rocket blast off at the speed of light.”
“Surrender now or prepare to fight!”
“Meowth, that’s right,” said the kooky cat dreamily, his eyes two little hearts on his face as he watched Demeter.
“Snap out of it!” snapped Jessie, the girl, giving Meowth a bonk on the head.
Demeter was as far against the wall she could get. “What do you want? How did you get here?” she asked, her eyes wide.
“Well, first, we should know who you are,” said the guy, James.
“I’m Demeter,” Demeter said softly, pulling her legs up to her chest in a kittenish fashion. “What do you want?”
“We’ll just take all your Pokemon and be on our way,” Jessie smirked. “Hand them over, and no one gets hurt.”
“Pokemon?” Demeter asked. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“How stupid do you think we are?” Jessie asked, those stupid, black lines appearing on her head and her mouth huge when she spoke.
Demeter cringed, but she answered solidly. “I don’t know.”
Jessie seemed to grow to ten times her normal size. “You don’t know? We’re not that stupid, Miss Smarty Kitty! And if you say anything different, I’ll-”
Out of nowhere, Meowth’s claws swung out and scratched Jessie across her face. Jessie sat, stunned. Meowth landed in front of Dem, smiling goofily. “Hi!” he said stupidly.
Demeter gazed at him strangely. “Are you a cat?”
“I’m a Pokemon!” Meowth said, smiling goofily.
Demeter stared at him. “But what is a Pokemon?” she demanded.
“Well… it’s… um… it’s a thing,” Meowth said lamely.
“Very descriptive,” Demeter said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.
Pouncival purred and rolled over in his sleep, his head still resting on Bombalurina’s milky white stomach. He blinked sleepily and opened his forest green eyes to see Tugger staring down at him. Pouncival might have been worried under normal circumstances, but it was too funny to see the Rum Tum Tugger with spectacles and a moustache. He smiled a bit.
“What are you doing sleeping on my queen?” Tugger demanded, yanking Pouncival to his feet.
Pouncival yelped and struggled. “Tugger, put me down!”
“I asked you a question, Pouncival,” Tugger hissed.
He was gazing so intently at the little tom that he did not notice a little, orange lizard creep out from behind a pile of trash. “Charmander,” it said softly to itself. It watched Tugger’s gold and black tail lash back and forth angrily. To the Charmander, it looked just like a Pokemon tail of some Pokemon foe. It opened its mouth and blew a stream of fire straight at Tugger’s tail.
Tugger yelped. He dropped Pouncival and raced off through the junkyard, screaming for all to hear, “My tail is on fire! My tail is on fire!” Pouncival couldn’t help but giggle.
Macavity re-entered Demeter, Jessie, James, and Meowth’s cell. He looked much better, less black, though several tufts of fur were singed. He smiled at Demeter. “I’m glad you’re back with me, my love.”
Demeter whimpered and crawled farther back in the corner.
Jessie jumped to her feet. “Hey, cat boy! I demand to know why we are being kept here! You can’t just keep us caged up here like animals!”
Macavity rolled his eyes. “Oh please. I’m Macavity. I can do whatever I want.”
Hey! Not EVERYTHING. I still control what you do, warns the narrator.
Macavity sighs. Fine, fine. “I can do whatever I want, within the bounds of the narrator’s imagination,” he answered Jessie.
Jessie rolled her eyes. “You obviously don’t know who you’re dealing with, buster! We’re Team Rocket.”
“I don’t care who you are,” Macavity said. “If you enter my territory, you can expect to get nabbed.”
James began to cry. “Jessie, I want to get out of here!”
“Be quiet!” Jessie snarled to her sniveling counterpart.
Macavity rolled his eyes and turned back to Demeter. “Come along, my dear. I have been waiting for you to come back to me.” He held out his paw.
Demeter gasped and curled tighter. Macavity grabbed her arm. Suddenly Meowth’s claws whistled through the air and slashed down Macavity’s face. Macavity yelped and sprang away. He growled. “You all will pay for that! I will return.” He turned and stomped out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Meowth cuddled up to Demeter. “Are you okay?” he asked.
Demeter shoved him away. “Yes, thank you.”
Meowth looked hurt. “What’s wrong?”
Demeter stared at him. “I have a boyfriend,” she said firmly.
Meowth stared back at her, then turned and walked away, his tail and ears drooping. Demeter felt a pang of guilt, but she pushed it back. “Munkustrap, where are you?” she murmured.
“We have to go find her!” Munkustrap nearly yelled.
“Munkustrap, calm down. Of course we’ll go get her,” Alonzo said, patting his friend’s shoulder comfortingly.
Tugger pouted from his spot on the edge of the crowd. Jellylorum was bandaging his wounded tail. “I’m gonna cream that little twerp, Pouncival, and then I’m going to cream that lousy little orange lizard.”
“You will do no such thing,” Jellylorum scolded. She gave Tugger’s tail a slight yank. Tugger yelped.
“We’ve got to go now!” Munkustrap said, surveying the group. “Demeter’s in trouble!”
“But how will we get there?” asked Tumblebrutus. “Macavity will expect us to come rescue Demeter. He’ll be waiting.”
“We’ll have to sneak up on him somehow,” Munkustrap mumbled.
As if on cue, a giant shadow swooped over the junkyard. Cats screamed and dove for cover under the trash piles. A huge, blue bird landed in the middle of the deserted area, a long, blue tail trailing after it. It raised its head to the sky and screeched.
The cats stared in terror. It was huge! Several kittens cuddled closer to their friends, their eyes wide. When the bird did not move, the cats began to creep out, one by one.
“Wha… what is that?” Munkustrap asked out loud as he crept from under a pile of blankets.
“Tha’… is an Articuno,” said Rumpleteazer, showing off her knowledge of Pokemon. “It is an ice Pokemon. It’s a legendary bir’, an’ vera ‘ard ta fin’.”
“Do… do you think it could help us find Demeter?” Munkustrap asked.
“Prolly,” Teazer said. “It coul’ fly ova Macavity’s ware’ouse so’s we ca’ saive Demeta.”
“What are we waiting for?” Tugger asked. “Let’s go!” He leaped up onto the Articuno… and instantly became a giant block of ice.
“Articuno is an ice bir’, so ‘e’s entirely maide o’ ice,” Teazer said. “Ya might wanna reconsider jumpin’ on it.”
“Now she tells me,” Tugger managed through the ice block. Plato and Admetus pulled him down to melt him.
Munkustrap slowly approached the giant bird. “Um, Mr. Articuno,” he began. “We would be eternally grateful if you could help my friends and I reach Macavity’s warehouse to save our friend.”
Articuno cocked his head and looked down at the gray tabby a moment before answering. “Very well. Hop on, old chap.”
“’Ey! Articuno’s can’ talk!” Teazer protested.
“Well, that shows how much you know,” said the Articuno matter-of-factly. “I am an Articuno who can talk, a very rare thing indeed. So do hop on, old chaps, and we shall go to save your friend.”
“I never knew a Pokemon could have a British accent,” said Bustopher Jones.
So the tom cats hopped onto the British Articuno, who rose up into the air and streaked away, leaving the queens and a frozen Rum Tum Tugger behind.
Articuno flew to Macavity’s warehouse. “So, old chap, who are we trying to save?”
“My girlfriend, Demeter,” Munkustrap said, holding onto Articuno’s blue feathers.
“Aye, that sounds fine and dandy like sour candy,” said Articuno. He swooped down towards the warehouse. “Quickly now. I’ll wait here. Hurry back.”
The toms slid of the Articuno and headed inside the warehouse. Unfortunately, they didn’t make it too far before Tumblebrutus stepped on something small and yellow. “Pikachu!” it screeched, and Tumblebrutus suddenly lit up with electricity.
The Pikachu raced away, but it was too late. The guards on duty had noticed the flash and had come to investigate. “You!” one snarled at Munkustrap. “The boss has been waiting for you.” He lunged for Munkustrap.
He didn’t make it very far. “Jigglypuff!” came a sudden voice nearby. The Jellicles panicked. They plugged their ears, turned, and ran. The guards weren’t so lucky and were soon under Jigglypuff’s sleep song.
The Jellicles raced through the warehouse until they came to the cells. They found Demeter and three other beings in a cell. “Munkustrap!” Demeter cried, leaping to her feet and racing over to him. The Jellicles turned away for a moment while they kissed.
“Meowth,” sighed one of the figures in the cell.
In no time, Munkustrap had picked the lock and let Demeter out. “Who’re they?” he asked, motioning to Jessie, James, and Meowth.
“Don’t worry about them,” Demeter said. “Let’s just get out of here.”
“You’re not getting out that easily,” came a snarl. Macavity stepped from the shadows, his eyes blazing.
Demeter screamed. Munkustrap hissed. Macavity moved to strike Munkustrap, but suddenly, out of nowhere, Meowth sailed through the air and slashed his claws down Macavity’s face. Macavity let out a scream of pain and crumpled to the ground, holding his face in pain. “Go on. Get out!” Meowth commanded, smiling shyly at Demeter.
Demeter smiled and gave Meowth a quick kiss. “Thank you.”
Meowth turned a deep red, his eyes going mushy. “Ahhhh,” he sighed happily.
“Snap out of it!” Jesse and James both snapped, bonking Meowth on the head.
The toms turned and ran. Munkustrap smiled at Meowth. “Thank you.” He turned and quickly led Demeter down the hallway to the roof. Demeter jumped back.
“What is that?” she yelped, staring at the big, blue ice bird.
“It’s an Articuno, and it helped us save you,” said Tumblebrutus, whose brown and white fur was smoking just a bit, from his encounter with the Pikachu.
“Arti-what-o?” Demeter asked, moving a bit closer.
“An Articuno, Miss. I am an Articuno. And I have a nest and four babies and a wife to get back to, so would you and you, old chap, be kind enough to hop on so we can leave?” The Articuno was beginning to look annoyed.
Munkustrap and Demeter hopped on, Demeter safely in Munkustrap’s arms. The Articuno lifted to the sky and flew towards the junkyard.
Back in the warehouse, Jessie, James, and Meowth were hotfooting it out as fast as they could go. After them raced a fluffy, pink ball. “Jigglypuff!” it called, waving its microphone around.
“Oh, stay away, you horrid thing!” Jessie screamed, running as fast as she could.
“Jiggly!” it cried after them. “Jiggly, jiggly puff, puff, puff!” it cried. Jessie, James, Meowth, and Jigglypuff ran off, disappearing into the sunset.
“Looks like Team Rocket’s dashing off again!” they cried.
The Jellicles arrived safely back in the junkyard. Articuno smiled and let them down. “Well, old chaps, it’s been fun. I shall visit again soon. Cheerio.” It slowly lifted off the ground and flew away.
“Good bye! Thank you!” called all the Jellicles.
So life in the junkyard returned to normal. Tugger still pouted, though he looked worse than he really was. “My tail,” he constantly moaned. Jennyanydots and Jellylorum finally got so fed up that they knitted him a tail scarf until his new tail grew back.
Jemima never brought a strange Pokemon into the junkyard herself, but many Pokemon wandered in and out for a long time. Tugger steered clear of any Pokemon. Macavity didn’t come to take Demeter again any time soon. Eventually everything was back to normal, until the sequel.
Coming soon… The Sequel!