Disclaimer: Nintendo owns Pokemon and most of the characters in this story.

Zelda owns Clay and Allison, Reawor, and some photo booth pictures.

I own.....ummm....some pokemon with interesting nicknames, and an almost pathological desire to kick the livingO╭p out of Ash Ketchum. it's just one of those things. i can't explain it.

It was 4 am and the computer screen was starting to look a little blurry. Meowth was beginning to feel the effects of a six-hour Reawor site-surfing marathon. There hadn't been any new episodes for weeks and he desperately craved novelty. Sighing, he clicked out of the last site on the "mafiamore or die" webring, and stared blearily at the screen. Oh, well, it's worth a shot, he thought to himself, selecting the official Reawor website from his list of favorites. Always a last resortbut maybe they had information on new episodesa garish animated gif caught his eye.....

***

James was standing in the Celadon City Gym. The porygon he 'd just won from the Celadon Game Exchange hovered next to him. Wow, when Jesse got back from the department store, she was going to really be impressed...porygons were good against plant pokemon, weren't they? Jesse was going to be a while...he should go earn a rainbow badge! He looked around for the gym leader, Erika. Nobody seemed to be around, so he started walking. The place sure looked different from the last time they were there...oh, right, they had to rebuild! The arena should be this way...he passed through a doorway and stopped at the sight of Erika and several of her junior trainers. They were lounging around, eating....I've got to get out of here, James thought . "Are you here to challege Erika for a rainbow badge?" one of the junior trainers asked silkily. "Uhhmm, noihavetobegoingbye!" he began to back away when suddenly junior trainers appeared on either side, linking their arms through his. "This way," they breathed, dragging him towards the center of the arena. Erika unwrapped another piece of rare candy and popped it into her mouth. "What an impressive porygon you have" she murmured, reaching for him. "Porygon! Super cyber beam!" James shouted. "Por?" said the porygon. He looked up at it, and it came crashing down on his head.

"Reawor Syndicate 2000 Tour!" Meowth screamed in James' ear, as he continued to jump up and down on his head. "Reawor Syndicate 2000 Tour!" James grabbed his pillow and whacked Meowth off of the bed. "what are you---oooof!" Jesse whacked James with her pillow. "What's all the shouting? It's 4 o'clock in the morning!" James glared at Meowth. "Ask him! Something about a sinful raticate! Pervert." Meowth fury swiped him. "Moron! I said syndicate! Reawor Syndicate 2000 Tour!" Meowth snapped. His teammates blinked. "That lame cartoon?" Jesse asked. "No! Dis is for the new videogame!" Jesse and James continued to stare at him blankly. "The enhanced version, for the N64! Dey're having a mall tour to celebrate the launch of Reawor syndicate! You can take yer gameboy and fight against other players, and you win prizes! And you can try out da new game, and dere's going ta be giveaways and everyting! Da whole ting launches tamorra from da mall in Crimson City! Dat's only an hour away from here!" He hopped up on Jesse's bed and began to bounce up and down. Jesse and James exchanged glances. I can't believe Meowth wants to go to a stupid mall tour for a stupid videogame Jesse thought. I wondered where my Reawor game cartridge disappeared to, thought James. "Meowth, will they even let pokemon compete? I mean, aren't these sort of things usually only for kids?" Jesse asked slowly. Meowth continued to bounce. Jesse and James exchanged another glance. I've never seen him this worked up about anything They looked back at Meowth. "We could dress him up, I guess," said James. Jesse sighed. Meowth stopped bouncing, and went wobbly-eyed. "You two would do dis for me?" he asked. James opened his mouth but Jesse cut him off. "Of course not!" she snapped. "The twerp is an even bigger Reawor fan than you-he's bound to be there, and while he's distracted by the competition, it will be a snap to steal that pikachu!" Meowth looked at her narrowly, but jumped off the bed. " I gotta go practice the game!" he shouted, and ran out of the room. James looked at Jesse. "What?" she asked.
***

A loud crash woke Misty. She jerked awake to see Ash rummaging wildly through the contents of his backpack, scattered across the floor of the pokemon center. "Ash!" she screamed. "What are you doing?" "Looking for my gameboy! There's going to be a big Reawor Syndicate 2000 Tour at the mall on the next island! It starts in three hours!" "That lame cartoon?" Misty asked. "Waagh! No, Misty! It's to celebrate the launch of Reawor Syndicate!" She stared at him uncomprehendingly. "Pikachu! Help me find my gameboy!"

***

"So, do you think the twerps are ahead of or behind us?" asked James. He and Jesse were standing in line outside the mall. Meowth, dressed in a baseball cap, Reawor t-shirt, denim shorts and sneakers, stood between them. Jesse scowled "How long do we have to stand in this stupid line?" she snapped. She looked over her shoulder. "What do you want?" she demanded of a pair of fifteen year-old boys wearing Team Mafia shirts. They blushed and pushed each other closer. "Uhhh, could you sign these for us?" they asked, holding out photographs and grinning like idiots.

"Do you think they'll let us compete?" Allison asked, looking up from her gameboy. "These things are usually only for little kids." Clay shrugged. "As long as I get my picture taken with Jeremy I'll be happy," he said. He gazed around at the hordes of children under 12. "Jeez, let us into the mall already," he muttered. Two badly mauled fifteen year old boys in Team Mafia shirts staggered past. "Dude," one of them said wobbily, "I told you that wasn't her."

***

"Does it look like we're any closer to the front, Pikachu?" asked Ash. "Chuuuu," said the little yellow mouse, shaking his head. He hopped from the top of his trainer's head to his shoulder. "I can't believe I'm wasting my day standing in line outside a mall with a bunch of little kids," muttered Misty. "Hey!" Ash protested. "Tracy isn't complaining!" "Tracy's making sketches of girls in short skirts!" snapped Misty. Tracy looked up. "I'm drawing her haunter!" he protested. Ash turned and looked behind them. "Well, at least we're not at the end," he pointed out. "It would suck to be all the way back there."

***

"I can't believe we're the last people in line!" growled Cassidy. "What are we even doing here? Most of these kids are too young to even have pokemon!" Butch shrugged. We've probably got about 45 minutes before we make it into the mall...no smoking in the mall...got to get through a pack in 45 minutes....

Determinedly cheery official Reawor Syndicate 2000 Tour employees walked up and down the line, distributing rule sheets and optimism to the increasingly surly line outside the mall as it crawled at a slowpoke pace through the mall doors to the registration booths. Jesse glanced at the paper. "What level of competition are you going to sign up for, Meowth?" she asked. "Lemme see," the scratch cat replied. He studied the paper. "Junior High School cup for beginners, Grad School cup for intermediates, and ohhhhhh-da Global Domination cup for players who've already defeated da Exceptional Four! Dat's da cup for me!" he cheered. "What level are you at in the game?" asked James. "Ehhhh-" Meowth turned on his gameboy. "Somewhere between College Town and da Spring Break Islands," he said, shoulders slumping. "I can't beat da leader of da Wet T-shirt -Contest -and -Binge -Drinking Gym!" James perked up. "Wow, this game gets a lot more interesting once you're out of High School Town!" Jesse whacked him with tour promotional materials. "So what you're saying is you aren't qualified to compete in any of the levels," she said. Meowth buried his face in his paws. "No, Jess, he can still compete in the Junior High cup," said James. "I ain't competing in the baby competition!" screamed Meowth. "I gotta catch up!" He began frenziedly playing the game. Jesse sighed. "Well, I 'm sure we've got at least another two hours in line, anyway." "James! Go buy me some more batteries!" pleaded Meowth.

***

"Ash! Quit it!" Misty snapped. Ash had rolled up his rule sheet and was flicking her with it. "Pika-pi! Chu pika! (Hey guys! I can see the doors!)" exclaimed Pikachu, bouncing up and down on Ash's head. "What? You can? Hey, guys! Pikachu says he can see the mall doors! We're almost to the mall doors!" "Wonderful," muttered Misty. "How many pictures are you going to draw of that haunter?" she asked Tracy. "it's a very unusual haunter!" he said defensively. Misty rolled her eyes. We should have kept Brock. She glanced at Ash, now using his rolled up rule sheet as a telescope to scan ahead for a breathless glimpse of the mall doors. Could this trip get any more depressing? "Hey guys!" came a familiar voice from behind them. "Brock!" exclaimed Ash. "What are you doing here?" The combined image of a bag of rare candy, Brock in drag, and Pikachu popped up with searchlight clarity in the front of Misty's brain.. "Hi, Brock," she said feebly.

Meowth was starting to sweat. He'd been playing the game for an hour now and he was still nowhere near the Exceptional Four. Jesse's suggestions for beating the Spring Break Islands gym had helped a lot, but he still had to get through Grad School Town alone, because Jesse had gone to help James buy batteries. He looked up at the line ahead of him. They were inside the mall, and he could actually see the registration booths. Maybe I could register for a late tournament, he thought. That would buy me some time. He looked back down at the gameboy. "What level are you at?" whined a voice over his left shoulder. He looked back. A seven year old boy wearing an Adam hat, Reawor t-shirt, Reawor sweatpants and Team Mafia sneakers was breathing in his face and staring at his gameboy. "You're only in Grad School Town? I beat Grad School Town months ago it's such an easy part of the game my Reawor shirt is nicer than yours and your hat sucks too." The kid paused to breathe in Meowth's face some more. "There's this kid in my class who thinks he's better than me but his mom wouldn't bring him here you should use different attacks in your game and you aren't carrying the right items my dad drove me here all the way from the Puce Peninsula but he's not in line cause he went to buy some magazines and he'll get me some Reawor cards if I don't tell mom and your dad has freaky looking hair and you look really weird too and I'm way better at playing the game than you I beat the Execeptional Four two weeks ago so I'm gonna compete in the Global Domination competition and-"Meowth cut him off. "You've already beaten da Exceptional Four?" he asked. "Uh-huh I beat them three weeks ago you talk funny you have to play in the baby contest, huh--" Meowth glanced around hurriedly and cut him off again. "Where did you say yer dad was?"
***

Team twerp was finally inside the mall. "Look, guys! There's the registration booth! We're almost there! I, Ash Ketchum, will be the greatest Reawor player ever!" He posed, pointing dramatically upwards. "Whatever," sighed Misty. "What level are going to compete in, anyways?" "Global Domination cup, duh," he replied. "Where all the cool players compete. I'm going to get every badge they have!" Misty, Brock and Tracy exchanged a glance. "Uhh, Ash?" said Misty. "I think you actually have to defeat people to win badges here." Brock started laughing. Ash stared at them. "What are you saying?"
Brock turned back to Tracy's sketchbook. "I really like the way you captured her....um... haunter..."

***

"What level are you going to compete in, Al?" Clay asked, reading the rules sheet. "Global Domination cup, of course," she said, blowing a strand of hair out of her eyes. "Who'd be caught dead playing in the amateur levels?" Clay nodded absently. "Seen Jeremy yet?" he asked.
***

"What exactly is our plan?" asked Butch. He'd managed to get through a pack and a half before they entered the mall and was feeling able to face the day. "I think the best pokemon will belong to the kids competing in the Global Domination cup, " Cassidy replied. "When all the little brats are busy trying to kick each others' asses, we grab their pokeballs. All we need are some official Reawor Syndicate 2000 Tour staff uniforms...." she trailed off as a pair of official Reawor Syndicate 2000 Tour staff members approached, bearing fresh supplies of rule sheets and tour maps.
***

"How's the game going, Meowth?" asked Jesse, slightly out of breath. "Here's your batteries," added James, also out of breath. "Just fine!" Meowth cheered. "I've defeated da Exceptional Four and now I'm ready to compete in da Global Domination cup!" Jesse and James looked at him, jaws dropped. "You beat the game in a half hour?" Jesse exclaimed. "That's amazing!" Meowth looked at her smugly, then frowned. "All of a sudden, yer shirt is on inside out," he said. Jesse blushed. "Uhhh..." "Hey!" said James. "I thought I had Reawor redthis cartridge is Reawor blue!" Meowth blushed. "uhhhhey! Line's moving forward!" he scampered ahead. "We're next to register!" Jesse and James followed, pausing to look at a tall cardboard display tower. Faint sounds of a struggle emanated from it. They looked at each other, and shrugged.
"And what competition would you like to register for?" the registration attendant chirped at Meowth. "Meow-oh- I wanna register for the Global Domination cup!" piped Meowth, doing his best to sound young and adorable. My goodness, thought the attendant, this is the freakiest looking kid I've seen all day. "All right," she said brightly, "here is your registration card...why don't you hand that to mommy to hold for you...." anger veins sprouted on Jesse as James elbowed her, "and here is a nice souvenir bag for you! Have fun in the competition, and don't forget to go try out Syndicate!"

"Dis looks like da place," Meowth announced as they approached a colorful booth. "Yeah! Look at da sign!" His teammates glanced upwards. A banner depicting a red and black globe skewered with a dagger proclaimed "GLOBAL DOMINATION CUP". James shivered. "I can't believe they're marketing this to little kids," he said. "Won't it make them violent?" Meowth fury swiped him. "Idiot! Video games don't make you violent!" he screeched. "Besides, da average Reawor fan is really between the ages of twelve and eighteen! Now let's get in line!"

"Oh, here it is! Pikachu, Misty, Tracy, Brock, let's get in line!"

"Finally! I didn't think we were ever going to find the freaking booth! And no, I still haven't seen Jeremy!"

There was a group horrified stare. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?!?"

Reawor Syndicate 2000 Tour staff members underwent a three week training course to teach them how to handle all sorts of situations, but this went beyond "situation." It had already been a very long day, so when two new staff members approached and announced they'd been sent up specially to deal with the incipient riot, the three staff members running the global domination cup were more than happy to surrender their posts and decamp to Starbucks. "Listen up!" barked the new female staff member. "Any more from that group over there, and the whole Global Domination cup is cancelled! Now get in there, sixteen of you on one side and sixteen on the other! It's time for the first round!" Meowth, Ash and Allison entered with the rest of the competitors, while Jesse, James, Misty, Pikachu, Tracy, Brock and Clay segregated themselves on the perimeter and continued to glower at each other.
Meowth was facing an eleven year-old boy. Please oh please oh please let me win. Unconsciously he turned his hat around backwards.
"Richie?!" said Ash, staring at his opponent. "Ash?" said Richie.
Allison was facing a seventeen year-old boy. She stretched her gameboy out in front of her and leaned as far forward as she could. His gaze riveted on her cleavage.

"First round, go!" Heads bent over gameboys, fingers flew. Allison's opponent continued to stare fixedly down the front of her shirt. Sixteen players were defeated, and exited the booth in despair. The two Reawor Syndicate 2000 Tour staff members patted them consolingly as they pushed them out of the exit. Most hung around to watch the next rounds.

"Round two!" Ash had repaid Richie for his Pokemon League humiliation with interest, Meowth had blinded the kid across from him with the reflection off of his charm, and Allison's opponent had never even started to play. The winners reshuffled themselves.

"Meowth is really hanging in there," James said to Jesse. "Blinding your opponent is a pretty good strategy." "Good thing he's not fighting Brock," said Jesse. They snickered. "Hey!" yelled Brock from his side of the enclosure. "Go back to Valencia!" they shouted back. Clay gazed around, looking for Jeremy.

"Final round!" Four players remained. "Hey, Tracy, " leered Brock, "Ash is fighting that girl with the short skirt." "You mean the haunter!" Tracy hissed. They both snickered. Meowth glared at Allison from across the table. "Dat cleavage trick ain't gonna woik on me," he snarled. "Dammit," muttered Allison. "Five hundred yen says Meowth kicks Allison's ass," said Jesse. "Oooh! There he is!" exclaimed Clay. He handed James his camera. "Hey, take my picture with the Team Mafia guy," he pleaded.

***

Ash's face was strained. He was seated across from a magenta-haired girl in a homemade Team Mafia t-shirt and short black pleated vinyl skirt. Her haunter hovered nearby, and she was absolutely slaughtering him. He had only one measly chance-"MY POKEMON! MY POKEMON ARE GONE!!" shouts rang in his ears. "MINE TOO! " "AND MINE!!" Bedlam erupted on the sidelines as the disqualified contestants realized all their pokeballs were missing. "Crap," muttered the Reawor Syndicate 2000 Tour staff, leaping onto the table. "Hey!" said Allison and Meowth at the same time, "It's-"

"Prepare for Trouble!" shouted Cassidy, pulling off the Reawor Syndicate 2000 Tour staff uniform.
" And make it Double!" rasped Butch, pulling off his Reawor Syndicate 2000 Tour staff uniform.

"That reminds me," said Jesse, "I got a call from our lawyer about the copyright infringement." "Really?" asked James. "What did he say?" "Well-"

"To infect the world with devastation!
To blight all peoples within every nation!
To denounce the goodness of truth and love,
To extend our wrath to the stars above!
Butch!
Cassidy!
Team Rocket, circling Earth all day and night!
Surrender to us now or you'll surely lose the fight! "

"Hah! Now we've got your pokemon, you sorry bunch of gameboy addicts!" Cassidy smirked as she brandished a large bag full of pokeballs.
Jesse and James stared. "Why didn't we think of that ?" asked Jesse, as a mob of furious pokemon owners swamped the dividers on the outside of the competition arena and swept them inside. They wriggled through the surge of bodies to Meowth. "You hoid me!" he was screaming at Allison. "I won those matches because of my superior gaming skills!" Allison screamed back. "If that bimbo Cassidy hadn't landed on the game cable I'd have slaughtered you too!" Meanwhile, on the other end of the table, Ash and his opponent were heatedly debating the probable outcome of their interrupted match. "You're lucky that Butch kicked out the game cable! In another second you'd have been dead!" Ash was shouting. His opponent rolled her eyes. "Oh please-your Adam had one bullet left! I still had a box of hand grenades, a flamethrower and a bazooka! I hadn't even switched weapons yet!" "I am the greatest Reawor player in the world!" Ash howled. "You mean you're a whiny little deluded sore loser son of a-"she shouted back. "Nyaaah," Ash interrupted, pulling his eyelid down at her. "I won that match and I get the badge! So there! Everyone knows Reawor is for kids, so the judges will be on my side!!" "Grrrr....." anger veins appeared on her forehead, "Moron! The average Reawor fan is between the ages of twelve and eighteen!" She pulled out two frying pans and flourished them. "Take that, hat boy!" She slammed them together one on each side of his head. Jesse and James applauded. "Nice technique," Jesse called. The girl bowed and then ducked as Ash threw his souvenir bag at her. She caught it deftly and tossed it to her haunter. "Haunt, haunter! (Reawor comics and stickers! All right!)" the ghost pokemon cheered. With the first punches thrown, the crowd erupted into chaos.
"Who are you calling a bimbo, little miss cleavage cheater?!" shrieked Cassidy, tossing the bag of pokeballs to Butch and leaping on Allison. "All right!" cheered Brock. "Cat fight!" Misty snatched Tracy's sketchbook and whacked Brock with it. "Clay! Get your ass in here! Ow!" screamed Allison as Cassidy seized her by the hair. "Butch! You can take him!" screamed Cassidy. "Urgggh," said Butch, flinging aside the bag of pokeballs as he was buried under a wave of pissed off pokemon owners. Jesse and James jumped over the pile, neatly fielded the bag of pokeballs, and ducked under the table. Meowth grabbed Allison's gameboy and restarted her game. "Aaaaah! You furry little bastard!" howled Allison from the floor. "Leggo, bitch!" She punched Cassidy in the face and grabbed at Meowth's tail. "Clay, where the hell are you?!"
"Hey! Badges!" Meowth cheered. He reached out from under the table and dug his paw into the box containing the assorted badges awarded to the winners of the various rounds of the Global Domination cup. "Who's the champ now?" he jeered at Allison, waving a pawful of assorted badges. She yanked off one of Cassidy's earrings and threw it at his head. "You are so dead!" she snarled. "CLAY!!!" "He went to get coffee with Jeremy," James called to her helpfully from under the table.
"Pikachu! Thundershock!" howled Ash. His opponent was kneeling on his back, pulling his hair and demanding his immediate surrender. "Pika pika! (Leave my wimpy little trainer alone!)" shouted Pikachu, leaping onto the table. He shook his little yellow fists. "Only a pathetic little wuss needs a pokemon to settle his fights!" Ash's opponent jeered. "Misty! Tracy! Brock! Get in here and help me out!" Ash yelled. Misty rolled her eyes and sat down on the bench next to the pretzel store. Grinning excitedly, Brock and Tracy leaped into the fray. "Oof!" "Ow, my eye!-yeah right, too late for that, squinty!" "Yeah, take that!" "OW!" "Whose hand is that!?" "CHUUUUUUUUUUU!! (YOU'RE ALL BEHAVING LIKE MORONS!!)" Pikachu screamed, thundershocking the entire pile-up. "Aaaaaaaaahh! " Ash's opponent staggered back and pulled out a pokeball. "Go, Baudelaire!" "Vileplume! (Ici, voila'!)" exclaimed the plant pokemon, landing next to Pikachu on the game table. The girl looked around expectantly. "Get it?" she asked hopefully. "A vileplume...Baudelaire?" The twerps stared at her blankly. "Philistines," she muttered. She gestured to the haunter. " Baudelaire, put that yellow rat and his sore loser moron of a trainer to sleep! Le Fanu, eat their dreams!" "Plume! (Bien sur!)" Sleep powder sprayed into the air. Everyone but Ash and Pikachu jumped back. "Unnh...." Ash mumbled as he slumped to the ground. "Chuuuu...." Pikachu sighed, collapsing on top of his trainer. Jesse handed James the bag of pokeballs and began to crawl under the table towards the sleeping pikachu. "Hey! You can't do that to our friend, even if he is a poor loser moron of a trainer!" exclaimed Tracy. "Go, venonat! Use your slam attack!" The hairy purple bug emerged. "Venonat! (Time to kick some heiny!)" "Ooof!" Ash's opponent bounced backwards, landed on her butt, threw a rule sheet at her giggling haunter, and snatched another pokeball off of her belt. "Get 'em, Dante!" A charizard expanded into the mob, scattering it in all directions. "Flamethrower, now!" She dove under the table with Jesse and James, leaving Team Twerp to contemplate the marvel of a charizard who obeys orders. "Hell of a fight, isn't it?" she asked. Brock hurled a pokeball at the charizard. "Onix, go!" The enormous rock snake roared and swung its massive tail. Jesse grabbed for Pikachu as both Ash and the yellow mouse were swept up into the air by onix's tail and hurled through the ceiling of the mall. Team Rocket stared. "That's something you don't see every day," said James. "I almost had that little rat!" Jesse moaned. James patted her on the back. "Well we did get this nice big bag of assorted pokemon," he said, holding it up. "And those photos from the instant photo booth." He trailed off. They both started sweatdropping. "Did you remember to pick those up?" "And Meowth got badges!" the cat pokemon exclaimed. "Where'd you get those?!" the girl asked. "Box over there," Meowth pointed . "Here, have some." "Hey, thanks! Now all we need is &endash;" she looked out from under the table and ducked as Tracy's lightly toasted venonat bounced past. "Hey!" she called to the haunter. " Le Fanu! Get pretzels!" Onix's tail swung past and cracked against the table. Jesse and James leaped at each other. "And a large coke!"

***

" So we mainly came to steal pokemon," Jesse finished, munching on a pretzel. "Who's still fighting who out there?" "If you came to steal pokemon, you might want to get moving...here comes the Officer Jenny crowd control." The other trainer said with her mouth full. "Charizard, return!" Jesse and James looked out from under the table. "What's the plan?" asked Meowth. "While they're arresting Butch and Cassidy...."Jesse began. "We take the pokeballs and run like hell," finished James. The girl sighed wistfully. "I always wanted to join Team Rocket...." "Why didn't you?" asked Meowth. "I didn't meet the height requirements."

Five Officer Jennys arrived and immediately took Butch and Cassidy into custody. Allison managed to crawl away unnoticed, vowing to kill in no particular order Cassidy, Meowth, Clay, Butch and Jesse and James. Upon further reflection, she decided to start with Clay, and headed for Starbuck's, passing a camera crew for the local news. "Parents have long suspected videogames for inspiring violent behaviour," the newscaster was saying gravely. "We are here at the Reawor Syndicate 2000 Tour, featuring a event called the "Global Domination cup", now determined to be the source of the violent riot here in the mall. Undeniable proof that violent video games-WAAAUGH!" Onix's tail slammed into he film crew, knocking them over the balcony and down into the food court. Reawor fans cheered and applauded, waving their gameboys.
"Get that onix under control!" snapped one of the Jennys. "Don't you know releasing a pokemon more than six feet eight inches tall and weighing more than 44 pounds in a public place is illegal? You're under arrest!" "The day just keeps getting better and better," Jesse observed. "What about her charizard?" Brock demanded, pointing at Ash's opponent. She was sitting serenely on the edge of the table, sipping her coke. She gazed at the Officer Jenny with innocent green eyes. "My charizard is in his pokeball, of course," she murmured. "Onix! flatten that lying little-" Brock began, and she tossed the remains of her coke on the rock pokemon, knocking it out. "I saw the whole thing, Officer Jenny..." she began in a trembling voice.

Jesse and James backed out from under the table and sauntered towards the mall exit. "We need shopping bags," Jesse said to James from the side of her mouth. "They're looking for pokeballs in official Reawor Syndicate 2000 Tour bags." James looked around. "Excuse me!" he said, yanking two large Gap bags out of the grip of a redheaded girl. He dumped out the clothes. Jesse dumped in the pokeballs. "Trade ya!" he thrust the Reawor Syndicate 2000 Tour bags into her hands as they fled. She looked at the bags. "Ooo! Look, Shylock!" she exclaimed to her persian. " Reawor Syndicate 2000 Tour bags, full of official Reawor Syndicate 2000 Tour souvenirs! Lucky day! I guess they've forgiven me for turning them in that one time...." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a strip of photo booth pictures. "Although when they find out what I've decided to do with these..."

***

"Did she look familiar to you?" Jesse asked as they raced through the parking lot. "Who cares?" asked Meowth. "Let's get dese pokemon and our version of what happened to da boss before Butch and Cassidy get the chance to make their phone call!"

Will Jesse and James get credit for the pokemon theft? Will they remember Zelda? What will Zelda do with the photo booth pictures? Will Team Rocket ever relax its height restrictions so Purity can join? Where will Ash and Pikachu land, and does anyone really care? You'll probably never find out, because after reading this literary Hindenberg, Zelda will never let me write unaired episodes again!

And yes, to those of you who wondered...I did go to the Pokemon Stadium 2000 Tour. There wasn't a riot, but lots of other stuff happened.

if you read this story and a) enjoyed it or b) wondered what the hell was going on, go read zelda's stories. she does this sort of thing a lot better than i do.