"... W-What?" Misha asked nervously.
"I said, my younger son is dead." Aisha repeated.

"No he's not! I know my brothers anywhere! And this is him!" Macy exclaimed.
"Macy, quit making these excuses."
"They're not excuses! They're real!"
"... Kids, if you want to bring this up, I don't feel like it."

"We're bringin' 't up 'cause he's here!" Miles said.
"Miles, Please..." Aisha said.

"Aisha, listen to me. A long time ago, you thought that Marshall, Macy, 
Misha, or Miles would forget about Meowth. Everytime they mentioned his 
name, you cried. I saw you praying to God that he would be alive and all 
right. I cried myself. You
would just scream "No!" if one of the Meowths said to start forgetting 
about him. You, Aisha, you never forgot him. Everyday to talk about him, 
you mention his name, in fact you celebrate his birthday! Marshall, 
Miles, and Macy thought that he was gone, but you and Misha knew he was 
alive and out there, waiting for you. You promised in God's name that if 
you forgot about Meowth, you would never forgive yourself and kill 
yourself. But until today... it sounds like you forgot him already." Amy 
said.

Amy was struck tone right. If Aisha did forget Meowth, pain would sweep 
through her. After years of losing Meowth, she never forgot him until 
today. Misha thought that she was scared or nervous to say that he is 
her son.

Aisha walked over to Meowth. Could it be true? If that was her son, what 
would she do?

"... Hello." Aisha said.
"Hi." Meowth said independently.
"... How can I be sure that you are my son?"
"I had dis dream. Of how I was abandoned. Being separated in da crowd. 
Misha... callin' my name..."
"... I don't know what to say."

With those words, Aisha walked back into the house. Meowth was utterly 
confused. Misha looked upset.

"I don't undastand. I thought she would remember me." Meowth said.
"She does. She's just scared." Misha said.
"What now?" Amy said.
"... I guess we can show Meowth 'round." Macy said.
"You wanna do that?" Misha asked.
"I guess. Seeing as though I haven't been here in a while." Meowth said.

"Hey, who are those people out there?" Marshall asked.
"Oh, de're my friends, Jessie and James." Meowth said.
"What are they doin' here?" Miles asked.
"Dey followed me. We're part of Team Rocket."
"Team Rocket? Where've I heard that before?" Macy asked.

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"Nowadays, we've decided to build a small house made especially for 
Miles, Marshall, Macy, and me. We needed some space so Amy thought that 
we could build a small house the size of a shed. We decorated it in the 
inside and out. This is Marshall's home." Misha said as she pointed at a 
camouflage house.

They opened the door and saw... everything military! A camouflage bed, 
walls, floor, everything! At the corner, there was a small TV that as on 
the channel of M*A*S*H. Beside it was a huge food and water bowl that 
shaped a bomb.

"... Wow. I guess that's why they call you 'Marshall'." Jessie said.

After they visited Marshall's shed, it was time to go to Macy's home. 
There was loud music inside. As they opened it, everyone, except Macy, 
held their ears when they heard the loud rock music. When she heard it, 
Macy wen inside and danced.

Got stains on my T-shirt and I'm the biggest flirt
Right now I'm solo, but that will be changing eventually, oh
Got bruises on my heart and sometimes I get dark
If you want my auto, want my autobiography
Baby, just ask me,

The whole room was full of punk and rock merchandise. Posters of punk 
rockers and Ashlee Simpson were all over the walls. Everything was 
black, pink, and orange.

"So you like punk and rock music, huh?!!!" Meowh yelled through the music.
"Yeah! One of my faves!!!" Macy yelled as she danced.

I'm a bad ass girl in this messed up world
I'm a sexy girl in this crazy world
I'm a simple girl in a complex world...

Misha closed the door as the rest of the song played.

"Wow! I guess that was a complex world!" Misha exclaimed.

The next home they went into was Miles' room. It was like a workout gym. 
It had posters of swimsuit models, loads of heavyweights, and punked out 
music playing in the background. It was almost like Macy's kind of 
songs, but with more heavy metal. Miles already went in the room to let 
them look at how strong he was.

"Besides training, I decided to pull out on my own muscles." Miles said 
as he lifted a heavyweight.
"Sure..." Macy said.

Last, they went into Misha's room. It was like a hippie paradise. It had 
peace symbols, bean bags, ying-yang jewelry, pink carpets, flower 
pillows, green walls, and beaded windows.

"Wow. Dis place looks relaxin'." Meowth said.
"Yeah. Come on in." Misha said.

As they walked in, 1960's music started to play, only quietly. Jessie, 
James and Meowth sat in three bean bags, while the rest laid on the 
comfortable carpet.

"Wow. Dis place is paradise." Jessie said.
"Yeah. But I accept my life like this." Misha said.
"Usually, we like t' talk her int' bein' like me, Marshall, an' Macy." 
Miles said.
"But she wont take 'yes' for an answer." Macy said.
"Especially when the newborns come in." Marshall said.

"What newborns?" James asked.
"Misha's gonna be a mother soon." Macy said.

"Really?" Meowth asked.

"Yeah. She's expectin' 'em pretty soon now." Miles said.
"Probably four or five." Macy said.
"She'll be a great mom!" Marshall exclaimed.

"Speakin' of mom, what was dat bad news you had to tell me, Misha?" 
Meowth asked.

"Well... I... It... it's about my kittens. You see Meowth, I hate to 
break this up to you... but..." Misha began.

Meowth waited for her reply. He knew in his heart that this wasn't going 
to be good at all.

"These kittens... are a mistake..." Misha finished reluctantly.

TO BE CONTINUED...