:Team Rocket Prevails:

Prolouge: The Final Loss

Three, that is the number of the devious Team Rocket, or as in this small group. 
They’re three, as I said. One has long shimmering maroon hair, a mini shirt with 
the letters TR imprinted, long black socks, and white pants. The other, with 
short indigo hair, a matching white t-shirt and pants, also with the letters TR 
imprinted. Then, next to them was a small tan cat, it had six whiskers, three on 
each side, and two ears with black tips. Also he has two mischievous eyes, and a 
small body. 

”Jesse, move it! The twerps are coming.” Meowth yelled loudly at the so called 
Jesse. She rolled her eyes and hit him on the head, making a large red lump 
shoot up from his head. 

“There they are.” Meowth pointed out. Three trainers walking down a dirt path, 
with a Pikachu approached. One had messy jet black hair, a black t-shirt, a red 
vest, and navy blue jeans. Also he wore his red and white cap, which in the 
beginning refused to replace with his older pokemon League hat. Another girl, 
who wore a red bandanna with a white pokeball on it, also she wore a red t-
shirt, and blue jeans, and had dull brown hair. The next, who looked much 
younger, had straight black hair. He wore green spectacles, and a green vest, 
with a white t-shirt under it. He also wore his new brown casual pants. They 
were walking, unaware of what Team Rocket had schemed up. 

“Hehehe, they’re approaching. Set the trap James!” Jesse yelled. James sighed 
and clenched his teeth then grinded them in an annoying manner. Jesse narrowed 
her eyes upon him, then gave him an evil glare.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t set the trap up.” Jesse said, while giving him a 
terrible look. He rolled his eyes to the left, then to the right. Then he backed 
away, but he forgot; he was in a large Oak tree. He then tripped and fell onto 
the tough, hard ground, he spat up some dirt but it was too late.

“Hey! You! Who’s there?” The one supposedly called Ash yelled. James bewildered 
slowly got up, he pulled a twig out of his shirt and stumbled around. He set his 
eyes upon Ash.

“Eh, it’s Team Rocket… Don’t you guys ever leave us alone?” Ash said, while 
shoving his arms in his pockets. He then nudged Pikachu, and it jumped towards 
Team Rocket and unleashed a powerful thunderbolt.

“Team Rocket Blasts off again…” Team Rocket said while their voice faded into 
the distance. Later, Team Rocket ended up in the middle of a large forested 
area. 

“I swear next time…” James said… While being interrupted by Jesse.

“There isn’t a next time… I quit.” Jesse proclaimed throwing her hands left and 
right.

“Bu-bu-but Jesse… Team Rocket wouldn’t be… Team Rocket without you.” James said 
touchingly. “And, plus how would I pay for anything?’

“First of all, we never get pokemon for the boss. So we never make money, and 
when we do, we spend it on crazy contraptions that never work. There really 
isn’t a point of going and going, were never going to catch Pikachu, and that’s 
final.” Jesse said.

James’ eyes shed a few tears… “Aw… you’re just a wimp James.” Meowth said, also 
holding in his tears. James sighed and shook Jesse’s hand, Jesse waved and ran 
off. No where to go, James gave a heave up to his feet, while Meowth slowly 
stood up.

“Eh, you’re still going to take care of me, Right?” Meowth asked curiously, 
while whimpering.

“Yea, where else would you stay…” 

“You know you do have a point there…”

James slowly slumped around the small path of grass, he sighed again and stared 
at the ground. “Eh, Meowth… What are we going to do?... We have no money, no 
nothing.” James cried.

“Don’t know… We could always become pokemon trainers.” Meowth suggested. He then 
also slumped around.

“Pokemon trainers? What would be the point… Being bored stiff, roaming the world 
With no food… No money… That wouldn’t be any fun, at all.” James replied slowly 
mouthing out his words. Meowth shrugged. Then someone popped through a small 
bush. He had spiky, and greasy green hair. A red and black button-shirt, and 
navy blue shorts. He had three pokeballs on his brown belt that was wrapped 
around his waist, and a Sandslash directly in front of him.

“We remember you! Don’t we Sandslash!” The teenager yelled at James.

“Well… Um, We don’t know who you are.” James replied. “This guy must be a bit 
loony.” James muttered to Meowth shoving his hand in front of his mouth.

“You don’t? Remember the name A.J.?” He replied quickly.

“Well, not really…” James said. A.J. then shifted his body to the left and 
walked off. He held his head high and then broadened his shoulders. Then he 
quickly turned his body around facing James. He then directed Sandslash to 
attack them. It swiped the ground and dug a tunnel, both James and Meowth ran 
off.

“Ah! He’s psycho!” James yelled to Meowth. Finally they were at the edge of the 
forest, and very close to another dusty dirt path.

“Well, I think we lost him.” Meowth said, while panting heavily. Both of them 
looked back and plopped onto the ground. They set their heads back on the ground 
and immediately were asleep. The moonlight shone of the ground.