Subject: Re: [PW!] And a Rocket Hunting We Shall Go!
Date: Friday, October 22, 1999 5:40 PM
Roberto Perez-Vila wrote:
>Minax pauses, then replies, "It's never come up before..." She leads Oz
>and his two
>Pokemon into a large room filled with costumes and make-up that help Rockets
>disguise themselves like whoever they wish - more or less. "This is the
>room. Think up some sort of celebrity a little kid might like, then try
>to look like her..."
>"Her?" Oz makes a weird face, "What'chu tawkin' 'bout, Minax?"
>"Team Rocket members are well known for their gender ambiguousness when
>costumes." Minax thinks back to her days as a young ambitious Rocket, "I
>why, exactly, but I'm very good at pretending to be male."
Oz blinked a couple of times, the weird look still plastered on his face.
"But...but I can't-
"Listen!" Minax interrupted, raising her voice, acting exasperated. "Do you
think I care? Do you want to be a Rocket or not? Now either go diva, or go
"Buh..but…" Oz stuttered, intelligently, as Minax brushed by him, slamming the
door on her way out. Once outside of the costume room, Minax grinned. Oz would
do it, if he really wanted it he would.
Meanwhile, back in the costume room, Oz was seated in front of one of the many
mirrors in the room, used mainly for makeup and such. Naturally, since this was
Team Rocket, it was a vanity mirror, surrounded by showy lights. He wracked
through his brain frantically, but he couldn't come up with any ideas on any
girl to dress up as. "Ghaaa, this entire city is populated with girls and their
perfume, and stores, and girlie grass Pokemon, so why can't I think of
"Sandshrew, sand sandshrew?"
"No," Oz answered, sighing and then letting his head fall down against the
table as hard as he could. It made a loud, satisfying THUD, and the lights on
the vanity mirror flickered briefly, returning to normal and shining bright as
ever. Oz glared at them, as they seemed to mock him.
"Sand... sandshrew shrew sand sand.." Sandshrew suggested, as he found himself
a comfortable position in what looked to be a quickly discarded magician's
outfit on the floor, sitting in it much as if it were a bean bag.
"Good idea! Think logically!" Oz rested his elbows on the table, and then
rested his head in his hands, staring into the mirror thoughtfully. "Hmmm...."
"Shrew, sandshrew shrew sand… sandshrew shrew sandshrew."
"You're right ... the girl probably has Pokémon then. But do you know any
female role models for girls?"
"Gym trainers? That's brilliant! Why didn't I think of that? If I can't do
singer, then that should probably be a good second. I'm tone-deaf anyway" Oz
exclaimed, suddenly realizing Kitty-chan was on the table, and grabbed her
gently before she got too curious with the vanity mirror's lights. "But which
"Erika? Ugh..." Oz asked, making a face.
"Sabrina? She'd pop my brain open as popcorn first thing she heard of it!"
"Sand. Sand sandshrew sand?"
"The Cerulean leaders? But they couldn't possibly be role models, they can't
"Sandshrew, sand sandshrew shrew."
"Good point," Oz bit his lip in thought. He really didn't want to dress up as
any of those airheads if he could help it, and there had got to be something
better.… "Oh! What about Misty?"
"Yeah, she's perfect! Uhm, lessee... for one thing, she's the only one among
them who can actually fight with Pokémon, so she would be better than those
other Cerulean girls... after all, if they won a fight, especially against Team
Rocket, wouldn't it be sort of suspicious? Plus, since I got my hair changed,
it's the right color, not to mention long enough! And I'm also a runt, like
Minax said.. sorta like Misty."
"Sandshrew..." Sandshrew began, doubtfully. However, Oz was up out of the chair
in a split second, causing Kitty-chan to fall off to the floor, yowling.
"Don't you see? This is perfect! She's a tom boy! That's hardly any work for
me! Easy way into Team Rocket!" Before Sandshrew could say anything, Oz leapt
into the vast sea of costume racks.
Sandshrew shrugged to himself, and idly started to sing Aerosmith's "Dude Looks
Like a Lady" in his native Pokemon language.
"Stop that! That's NOT funny!" Oz yelled from somewhere amidst the costume
Sandshrew laughed, and obediently stopped singing Aerosmith. Instead, he
switched to singing Green Day's "King for a Day" a bit more silently.
"Sandshrew shrew sand sandshrew!"
Oz found an exact replica of Misty's outfit, with the short shirt and just as
short shorts, grabbing them off the hangars.
Oz pulled on and laced the red high-tops.
Oz brushed his red outlandish anime spikes into a ponytail on the side of his
Oz ran over the little black hairs on his exposed legs carefully with an
electric razor, watching them fall to the floor.
"You can stop singing now, Sandshrew, I'm done," Oz clipped the suspenders onto
his shorts. "Well?" Oz asked, as he did a small runway turn for Sandshrew to
judge. "Whaddya think?"
Sandshrew thought for a second, "Shrew sand... sandshrew?"
"Oh come on, please not those..."
"Sand! Sandshrew shrew sand!"
"I'm sure Team Rocket wouldn't mind if I'm missing-"
Oz sighed. "Fine, fine... don't know why you're so determined on them... it's
not like they went real successful for James that one time, really..." Oz
started for the costume rack, but stopped when he noticed that they were gone.
"Where is the inflatable uhm... upper.. body suit?"
"Sand sandshrew," Sandshrew jerked a claw over his shoulder, pointing behind
"Kitty-chan? But why does Kitty-chan have..." Oz trailed off, and sweatdropped
instantly as he noticed Kitty-chan had gotten hold of the aforementioned...
accessory. The Meowth was now playing with the pair of inflatable breasts very
much like a couple of connected balls of yarn.
"Uhm... Kitty-chan? Could you give those back, please?" Oz reached forward to
take them from her, but Kitty-chan hissed threateningly and Oz fell away. The
Meowth went back to her play.
"Well, I suppose there's more than one way to skin a Meowth," Oz thought out
loud. He jumped up, and yelling out a loud battle cry, leapt for the inflatable
However, his aim was off by a bit, and instead Oz grabbed the pump thats
function was to control the inflating of said glands, causing the inflatable
breasts to inflate to enormous proportions in less than a second. Kitty-chan
jumped gracefully out of the way as Oz went barreling straight into the
gigantic cleavage, causing it to immediately deflate, and clamp onto his head.
"AAAGH! HELP ME! HELP! IT'S ON MY HEAD! ITS GOT MY HEAD!!! GETITOFF!
GETITOFFOFME!! GETITOOOOFF! AAAAAAHHH!!" Oz yelled, running around the costume
Meanwhile, in the hallway outside of the costume room, Minax inspected her
skinning knife idly. Spinning it slowly, watching it reflect the light from the
ceiling lights, sighing at the loud racket coming from inside the room. She was
beginning to wonder if it'd be much better not to just do this mission on her
After Oz calmed down a bit, he managed to get the inflatable body parts off of
Oz’s head and into their proper location inside his shirt, all was ready.
Sandshrew threw open the door, and provided melodramatic fanfare for Oz as he
walked out into the hallway.
Oz stepped out of the door, and into the hallway, giving a runway spin for the
impatiently waiting Minax. With Oz being just around Misty's height, with the
red hair, strangely effeminate legs, he looked almost exactly like the spitting
image of Misty herself.
"You like?" Oz asked Minax, while tugging nervously at the short Misty shorts.
"Hmm..." Minax stroked her chin thoughtfully...
Note: Beware the rabid Yosh.