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"Professor Westwood, I presume?"
A balding, portly man in his sixties cowers in his office behind his desk. On the wall behind him are portraits of the previous five owners of the Cinnabar Laboratory, a rich, plexiglass facility overlooking the island bluffs on the sleepy, northern side of the island. Not having expected guests, Professor Westwood was caught completely by surprise when a Weezing burst through the glass doors and flooded the room with noxious gas.
The gas having dissipated, he refocused his bifocals on a trio standing before him.
"Who... who... who are you people?" He stammers.
"I 'tink 'dat's our cue!" The smallest of them, a feline-looking pokemon, snickered. Suddenly, a dramatic fanfare started playing from seemingly nowhere.
The first one, a woman with long, magenta hair flared out at the end into a small spiral, thrust out her chest revealing the prominent red "R" on the top of her uniform. She lifted one booted heel into the air in a coquettish fashion and flicked a 'peace' sign. "Prepare for trouble!"
The second one clasped a rose in his hand and flashed a menacing grin, smoothing his lavender hair which parted into a fringe in the center. "Make it double!"
"To protect the world from devastation!"
"To unite all peoples within our nation!"
"To denounce the evils of truth and love!"
"To extend our reach to the stars above..."
"Jessie!" Proclaimed the magenta-haired woman. Her eyes sparkling in a brilliant and evil sneer.
"James." Rejoined the lavender-haired man. Gazing over at the frightened professor with an uncaring glance.
"Team Rocket, blast off at the speed of light!"
"Surrender now, or prepare to fight!"
Finally, the pokemon, a common Meowth with an uncommonly nefarious demeanor, its charm flashing as it points a clawed paw toward the professor, sprung forward between its two human compatriots. The Brooklynite accent immediately noticeable about the Meowth's amazing human-like cadence.
"Mmmmeowth, 'dat's right!"
Professor Westwood dives beneath his desk and waves a white flag of surrender. "Please! Don't hurt me! I'm too young to die!"
"Silly old fool, we're gangsters not murderers!" Jessie snorts indignantly.
"Who does he think we are, anyway?" Asks James.
"Who cares?" Interjects Meowth. "He's gunna give up without a fight! Heh! Dis is too easy!"
"I'll give you whatever you want, just leave me in peace..." Westwood mumbles.
"That's what we like to hear." Jessie says, then striding forward to place her fists on his desk, she adds, "We're not interested in your crummy pokemon! You don't have anything rare that we want anyways. But... we want to access your invention room."
"Y-y-you can't do that!" Stammers Westwood. "All of my proprietary technology is in there! Most of it is still in the testing phase! Why, if I let just anyone take whatever was in there..."
"You can... and you will." Jessie replies. "Unless you want another mouthful of smog from Weezing, you'll give us what we want."
Westwood realises that he is outnumbered and outgunned. Reluctantly, he shows Team Rocket his invention room. They gag and tie him up, before making off with a large sack full of whatever pieces of technology they could apply their five-finger discount towards. Laughing to themselves at all the expensive gadgetry they made off with.
Hiding inside a drainage pipe below the laboratory, Team Rocket sifts through their stolen goods with glee.
"Look at all these doohickeys, ooooh! How complicated." James laughs, rotating and tilting what looks like a remote controller in front of his eyes.
"I don't know what this 'ting does, but it's so shiny I love it!" Meowth's paws roam around a golden disc about as large as a milk saucer.
"Gimme those!" Jessie snatches the items out of her comrades' clutches. "Who knows what you boneheads would do with these things!"
"Do with them? I thought we were going to sell them?" James asks.
"You idiot! Of course we'll sell them... but first I wanna see what these things can do." Answers Jessie. "Maybe we can use them to boost our pokemon's powers!"
"Then my Weezing will be the scourge of environmentalists everywhere!" James beamed, his starry-eyed vision of a Godzilla-sized Weezing rampaging through Cinnabar Island playing through his head.
"And my Arbok will finally capture Ash's Pikachu!" Says Jessie, envisioning Giovanni, the boss of all Rockets, bestowing upon her lavish praise and rewards as she hands over a hog-tied Pikachu. Receiving all the credit, of course, as her Arbok then captures the rest of those pesky twerps' pokemon one by one.
"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's try dese out!" Suggests Meowth.
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