From: Marco262 (marco262@yahoo.com) Subject: [PW!] Stop! Team Rocket! Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Date: 2000/05/30 The sun beat down on the crowded beaches of Porta Vista. Glistening waves rolled onto amateur sandcastles and the sea winds played with stray hats and the occasional piece of litter. The S.S. Anne bobbed serenely in its temporary port, but not all was quite so peaceful. Slightly inland, Porta Vista was experiencing what could be the most exciting event in its history. The annual bikini contest was fast approaching! Lovely woman from all over were preening and primping themselves to look their most ravishing. The crowd was in fast activity anywhere you looked: horny men crowding around the bikini beauties, bikini beauties trying to get away from horny men, and not to mention a shopping rush that could beat Christmas into the ground. There's just so much going on, who would know where to start? "Ice cream?" "Machoke." "Didn't think so. Stand-up comedians?" "Haunter! Haw haw haw!" "Vulllll." "Nah, they scare Vulpix." Simeon Hawking stood on a street corner with his pokémon. Vulpix was cradled carefully in his arms. Haunter floated just behind his right shoulder, keeping an ever-watchful eye over Vulpix. Machoke was doing pushups on a park bench. Simeon scanned the buildings over the heads of passerbys. "I know! How about some pizza?" All his pokémon expressed their agreement. Meanwhile... "Stop! In the name of the law!" Brad and Fenny, two Team Rocket members, raced down the sidewalks of Porta Vista at top speed, followed closely by a group of policemen. (The humongous crowd populating the streets restricted anyone from using any motorized vehicles.) Pedestrians were knocked out of the way as they careened around corners in a frenzied panic. They had just lost their persuers when... Simeon finally found a pizza parlor and had opened the door to let his pokémon in when a figure crashed right through the door, shattering glass inside and out. Another figure, dressed the same as the first, continued her fast-paced journey, completely disregarding her former companion. Later, Simeon lounged outside a fruit stand, eating a banana. He glanced dejectedly at his pokémon, who sat next to him on the sidewalk. "I can't believe they kicked us out of that pizza parlor," Simeon complained, "We weren't the ones who made that mess!" He finished his banana absent-mindedly threw the peel somewhere in the direction of the nearest garbage can. "Oh well, let's head down to the beach and see if the Bikini Contest has started." Simeon recalls his pokémon to their pokéballs and shuffles around the corner, headed toward the beach. Just a moment later, Fenny ran around the opposite corner. She chanced a quick look over her shoulder to see if she had yet lost the police. Her foot found the banana peel and she went flying, head over heel into the fruit stand. The police found her lying in a pile of watermelons. Soon, they had her handcuffed right next to her pal, Brad. TBC? (Well, not for Brad and Fenny.)