"Measly?!" Cassidy shrieked, "You’re like a twig compared to us! Raticate, go!"

"Haunter, Gastly, Misdreavus!" Morty threw his Poke’Balls.

"Haunter, Gastly, Misdreavus!" Lisle threw hers.

"Attack!" they cried together.

"Arbok, Wobbuffet!"

"Weezing, Victreebel!"

"Parasect, Pinsir!"

"Sandslash, Golbat!"

"Muk, Electrode!"

"Weepinbell, Primeape!"

"Don’t forget us! Persian, Raticate and Meowth!"

"We’re outnumbered," Lisle whimpered.

"So what?" Morty shook his head and stomped forward, "Come on, Lisle."

Lisle noticed he was burning angry and nodded with a scowl, "You have no right to interrupt this festival! Gastly, Haunter, Gengar, Misdreavus!"

"This is supposed to be a day when trainers can relax! Gastly, Haunter, Gengar, Misdreavus!"

"Yeah, sure!" Jessie sneered, "Arbok and Wobbuffet!"

"We’ll get you!" James snapped, "Weezing and Victreebel!"

"Try us on for size!" Cassidy cracked, "Parasect and Pinsir!"

"Let’s get ‘em!" Butch spat, "Sandslash and Golbat!"

"I may be new, but I’m not weak!" Mondo shouted, "Muk and Electrode!"

"I’ll get you and your friends too!" Jen hissed, "Weepinbell and Primeape!"

"Never insult Team Rocket!" Meowth cried, "Scratch attack!"

"We do it quite well on our own!" Persian added, "Slash attack!"

"Raticate, rat-rat!" {Never underestimate us! Hyper Fang!}

Morty and Lisle were heated up now, "Gastly! Lick attack now!" they commanded together.

Lisle’s Gastly tore through Jessie, Cassidy, and Jen’s Pokemon easily while Morty’s took on James, Butch and Mondo’s. Persian, Raticate and Meowth were unaffected. Wobbuffet, well, Wobbuffet sat there.

"Haunter! Night Shade attack!"

Arbok and Parasect went down, getting taken back into their Poke’Balls. Again, Meowth, Persian and Raticate were left unaffected by these Ghost- type attacks.

"Primeape, use your Karate Chop!"

"Misdreavus, go Transparent!"

"Ah!" Jen jumped as Primeape barreled through Misdreavus and straight towards her, "Watch it, ape boy!"

"Misdreavus! Psybeam attack, now!"

And down for the count went Primeape and Muk. Mondo and Jen recalled their Pokemon, each with only one left.

"Gastly, Haunter, Misdreavus! Use your Shadow Ball!"

Golbat and Victreebel fell over, out of the match. Once more, Raticate, Meowth and Persian were left in perfect condition.

"Haunter! Confuse Ray!"

These attacks caught Meowth and the other Normal- types. Meowth started attacking Persian and Raticate attacked Meowth with Persian attacking Raticate. It was like a loopy circus act.

"Gengar! Headbutt!" Lisle shouted alone.

"Wobbuffet! Use your Counter attack!"

Wobbuffet’s Counter attack caught Lisle’s prized Gengar in midair, throwing her away like a pebble. She flew down in an earth-shattering halt, leaving a huge crack where she slammed the ground. Lisle gagged for air and ran to her fallen Pokemon.

"Oh, Gengar," she hugged her as best as she could, "I’m sorry."

"I’ll take that Pokemon now!" Jessie laughed, "Poke’Ball, go!"

"I do not think so!" Morty jumped and grabbed the ball, "Gengar, go!"

"Gengar geng! Gengar!"

"Another Gengar? Such a pity," Jessie snickered with the others behind her, looking confused because she won, "Wobbuffet, Counter attack!"

"That won’t work this time! Gengar! Nobody messes with the trainees of my Gym!"

"Huh? Gym?" James murmured, then noticing the headband, "Run!"

"Gengar!" Morty slammed the Poke’Ball he had taken from the air to the ground, cracking it, "Thunder attack, now!"

"Oh no!" Mondo wailed as the attack whipped closer, "Ah!"

There was an explosion, but Team Rocket wasn’t quite blasted off. The smoke cleared and they recalled all their Pokemon but Electrode.

"Electrode! Explosion, now!" Mondo called.

"Play it the hard way!" Lisle stood up, "Haunter! Hidden Power!"

There was no escaping that. Pieces of earth were torn up around them and a miniature earthquake was started around Team Rocket. An explosion right beneath them sent them flying into the air.

"I know I said I love to go out in a bang, but this is ridiculous!" Jessie wailed.

"Blasting off just isn’t the same when it doesn’t come from the twerp," James commented.

"The bimbo brigade blasts us farther than Pikachu ever did," Cassidy cried.

"I’d do anything for a parachute," Butch added.

"We could all use a para’ armor for when we land," Meowth whined.

"Even armor wouldn’t save us from some things," Jen continued.

"Like where we landed last time," Mondo pouted.

"That gross Gladiola River!" Persian shrieked, "Please not water again!"

"Well, here we go, blasting off again!" they called together.

"Wobbuffet!"

"Raticate!"

"Yeah! See ya’ later!" Morty waved and snickered.

A moan from behind them caused them to turn, "What?" Eevy yawned, "What happened?"

Still sleeping next to her with his arm around her was Dragon. She blushed and slowly pushed him away, waking him up.

"What happened here?" he moaned as he rubbed his head.

"Sleep Powder," Morty nodded, "Are you all OK?"

"We’re fine," Eusine wobbled side to side as he sat up.

"Uh huh," Mizu coughed a bit.

"That was a nice nap," Ash yawned.

They heard questioning noises from the loud speaker, "Huh, what? Oh! Sorry about that interruption! Now we will continue with game three! Is everyone awake and ready? Are we sure? Good! On your marks! Get set! Go!"

"Gengar, find the Dittos!" Morty and Lisle cried together.

"Come on, Morty!" Eusine shouted.

Morty’s Gengar wandered forward and stared into the three boxes. After a few seconds, he grabbed his cheeks in his hands and yanked them out. He wriggled his tongue and made googly eyes, causing the Dittos to laugh and lose their shape. The only one remaining was the box.

"Gengar! Headbutt!" Lisle’s Gengar launched forward, slamming into the cover to break it.

"Hit that button!" Morty’s Gengar ran and slammed down on the button.

"All right!" Lisle cheered, "We won!"

Morty didn’t seem quite as excited as she was, "Yay."

"Stop frowning," she smiled and put her arms around his neck.

"What did I do to deserve this?" he smirked.

"Nothing for me, but Eevy seems to feel better," he pointed around his back to Eevy, who was clapping insanely for her brother.

"You go, big bro," she said and smiled.

"The winners of the Deception Test are Lisle Illusion and Mortimer," at Morty’s scowl the announcer paused, "Uh-Morty Hikoboshi with a time of 32.7 seconds!" again he stopped as Lisle kissed Morty on the cheek, "And it looks like Morty’s won more than that! The next game is game four! Target Practice!"

"That’s us!" Mizu grabbed Eusine’s arm, "Come on!"

"Morty," Eevy walked up and smirked nervously, "I’m sorry I tried to take you out and I’m sorry I got so heated up."

"It’s alright, I understand. Lisle talked some sense into me but I’m still glad you actually apologized."

"It wasn’t my idea to apologize, actually. Dragon wanted me to."

"He did?" Morty looked to his side and noticed Dragon leaning up against a tent with his arms and legs crossed, "Oh."

"Come on!" Eevy and Lisle each took one of Morty’s arms, "Eusine’s up next!"

"This is game four! The Target Practice round! One Pokemon from each team member. One will attack and attempt to knock down the blue targets and the other the red. Once you’ve passed ten targets you’ll get a green target. Both Pokemon will attack it together and try to knock it down."

"I’m going to use Seadra!" Mizu called.

"I’ll use Electrode!" Eusine shouted.

"Ready! Steady! Go!"

"Go, Seadra! Attack the blue targets with a Water Gun!"

"Go, Electrode! Attack the red targets with a Thunderbolt!"

"Come on, Mizu!" Eevy cried.

"You can do it, Eusine!" Morty added.

"Sea! Sea! Seadra!"

"Elec, elec, electrode!"

Seadra hit targets one, two, three and continued along, hitting every mark. Electrode worked along his as well, hitting each of his marks. Other trainers and their Pokemon were having the hardest time of their lives hitting their positions. Mizu and Eusine finished with their targets and watched the green target slam into place.

"Seadra, Hydro Pump!"

"Electrode, Zap Cannon!"

The water flew forward, carrying the thunder towards the target. The target bowed and started falling as others made it to their green targets.

"Keep going, Seadra!"

"Doing great, Electrode!"

The green target’s post broke and the target itself shattered. Eusine and Mizu won by a mile with other trainers stopping with their jaws dropped.

"The winners of the Target Practice round are Mizu Mist and Eusine Hikoboshi! Next up is game five! The Pokemon Race! Each trainer takes one Pokemon. The ladies race the first half and stop at the middle mark. Get off and climb up behind the guys and race the other half to the finish line!"

"I wonder who I’ll use," Medira laughed, "Duh! Flamedance!"

"Take a guess at who I’ll choose," JP snickered, "Bingo! Sapphire!"

"Riders ready! On the mark! One, two, three!"

"Ya!" Medira slammed Flamedance’s side, "Go!"

Racing beside her was none other than Chel on her Houndoom with Grahaem as her partner also with his Houndoom. JP noticed that and started boiling over.

"Grahaem," he growled and narrowed his eyes, "Formidable opponent, but he won’t beat us."

Medira pushed forward, raising up off Flamedance’s back, "On my kick, stop!" she called, raising higher.

"Be careful!" Eevy and JP called together.

JP turned Sapphire as Medira neared them, now almost standing on Flamedance’s back. Medira pulled ahead of the trainers beside her, now going even faster than her race alone with JP. She swung and kicked her Pokemon’s side. Feeling his signal, Flamedance skidded to a halt, throwing Medira off. JP reached out and pulled her to sit, setting his Pokemon into running. Eevy almost fell over and Dragon’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head. She actually jumped from her Pokemon to his!

"Come on, Sapphire!" JP growled, "Faster!"

"Go, Houndoom, go!" Grahaem pulled up next to them, "Hey!" he smiled wide and waved to Medira.

"Back off, Darkeen!" JP hissed.

There was a bright emerald green sheen inside JP’s hood as his eyes sparked nastily, "Woah," Grahaem gasped, "Peruwa."

"Go! Go, Sapphire!" Medira mumbled into JP’s back as she held on for her life, "Move it!"

"You heard the lady! Faster!" he kicked at Sapphire’s side as Grahaem again neared them.

"I know who you are!" Grahaem called.

"Don’t you dare, Darkeen! Don’t you dare!"

"I won’t, but I’ll still beat you!"

"Ya! Faster, faster!" Chel called.

"Sapphire! Move it!" Dragon suddenly burst, "Show them what you’re made of!"

With a sudden burst of speed, Sapphire roared forward, passing Grahaem and Chel and zipping across the finish line. She came to a turning halt, throwing JP off her side. Medira slipped down beside him, panting. Grahaem’s Houndoom skidded to a stop and he jumped off, approaching them. JP stepped in front of Medira, his eyes again burning green.

"Keep your distance, flirt," he spat.

"Don’t worry!" Grahaem raised his hands to his side, "I wouldn’t dream of it! I came to apologize."

Medira looked between the two of them, "What’s so great about him that Grahaem’s apologizing?" she mused.

"I appreciate that. Now, be gone," he shoed him away.

"I’m gone! I’m gone!" Grahaem took off, grabbing Chel and the Houndoom as he left.

Medira stood in a daze as the loud speaker went off, "The winners of the Pokemon Race are Medira Kurayami and JP! Next up is round six! The Pokemon Tug of War! Each team member picks a Pokemon then joins in a tug of war with another set of trainers and their Pokemon. The teams will dwindle until there are only two left, then those two will match up and may the best group win!"

"I choose, Onix!" Brock let out his hefty Rock Snake Pokemon.

"I choose, Marowak!" Yuu-Yuu sent out her newest Pokemon.

"Nice Marowak," Brock nodded.

"Thanks! Let’s go win this!"

The team went up against opponent after opponent, but none of their challengers could stand up against Brock’s Onix. They got to a Gyarados and Tauros set that was pretty tough, but they were still able to defeat them. Their last challenge emerged. Another Onix and a Rhyhorn.

"The last challengers are Yuu-Yuu Palm and Brock Granite (he never does give a last name, so we’ll just throw this in) against Nick and Cally Hilton (made ‘em up). Begin!"

"OK, Onix! Pull hard!"

"Come on, Marowak! Pull ‘em down!"

"Come on, Flint! Pull, pull, pull!"

"Let’s go, Jasper! Keep pulling!"

Marowak made himself the anchor and looped the end of the rope around himself, putting a brace on the rope. Onix coiled around the rope as much as his rocky joints would allow and pulled. Flint (Onix) kept giving them slack, and reeling them in. Jasper (Rhyhorn; Flint…Jasper. Flint Jasper! Get it? Buh dum bum, ching…) was their anchor and not only braced, but pulled as well. Flint was just about to play his give a little/take a lot game, but missed the rope when he went to grab it again. Nick, Cally and Jasper went flying with the pulling of Onix and the others. Flint stood back with his mouth hanging open.

"Yes!" Yuu-Yuu jumped up and grabbed Marowak’s shoulders, "We won!"

"We won! Hey! We won!" Brock rubbed Onix’s nose, "We did it!"

"The winners of round six, the Tug of War, are Yuu-Yuu Palm and Brock Granite! Next is the next to last game, game seven. The Psychic Showdown! Each team member chooses one Psychic- type Pokemon. They’ll then order their Pokemon to throw the spears with their Psychic attacks. The team to throw the farthest wins!"

"This is an easy choice, since I only have one Psychic- type," Starla nodded, "Go! Jynx!"

"Let me see," Phantom scanned his Poke’Balls, "Ah! Alakazam!"

"In three! And two! And One! Go!"

"Let’s both do the same spear at the same time. It’ll go twice as far!" Starla pointed out, "Jynx!"

"Go idea!" Phantom turned, "Alakazam!"

"Psychic attack!" the called together.

"Ala! Kazam!"

"Jyn! Jynx!"

Both Pokemon took the same spear, lifting it into the air and chucking it across the playing field. It didn’t go quite as far as it could because the two Pokemon weren’t used to fighting together yet. After two more throws, they had it down. Starla and Phantom were sweating while Alakazam and Jynx stood panting.

"One last Psychic!" Starla and Phantom cried.

The spear tore forward, ripping past others that were in the air. It zipped right to the other end of the lot. Other trainers stopped and gave up. No way they could beat that hefty throw!

"The winners of the Psychic Showdown are Starla and Phantom with a record breaking throw by their Alakazam and Jynx! Last, though definitely not least, is the Obstacle Course! Each team member uses one Pokemon. They then run along and take the obstacles beside their partner and Pokemon. One team member cannot begin the next obstacle without the other being right behind or beside them. Same goes for their Pokemon."

"Let’s see," Eevy scanned her Poke’Balls carefully, "Lovo’s fast, but Novo maneuvers well. Zovo’s smart but Sovo’s easier to control. It’s too early for Yovo so I guess it’s Vovo!"

"Charmeleon!" Dragon threw his Flame Ball, "It’s you, me, Eevy and Vovo. You ready?"

"Char meleon char!"

"Let’s do it, Vovo! You ready?"

"Eevee! Eevee eev!"

"On you marks! Ready! Steady! Go!"

There were more trainers in this game than any before. Eevy ran past everyone with Dragon close behind. Vovo was by her side and Charmeleon bolted aside Dragon. The first obstacle was a box volt.

"Piece of cake!" Eevy and Dragon called together, each giving a perfect volt.

Vovo and Charmeleon were a little less graceful about it, but did just fine. Eevy kept running with the others right behind her. Dragon tripped and, following the rules, Eevy had to wait to begin the wall climb; their next obstacle. After he was up, they ran forward. Eevy slapped her right leg on the wall and Dragon his left. Vovo took Eevy’s right shoulder and she started climbing while Dragon did. A few other trainers started up the wall, but slipped back down as their Pokemon tried to ride them up. Charmeleon made his own way up. Eevy stopped at the top and waited for Dragon and Charmeleon. All four jumped down, not bothering with the ropes. Eevy landed on one knee with Dragon crouching beside her. Charmeleon landed on his feet with a thump and Vovo landed gracefully on all fours. The group ran again. This time they came to a log-in-water obstacle. Charmeleon quivered.

"Come on, Charmeleon!" Dragon ran out on the log, tipping side to side, "I won’t let you fall!"

"Let’s go!" Eevy ran past on the log beside them with Vovo behind her, "Hurry!" she swung her arms like mad and jumped for the dock at the other end.

She lunged and landed with her right foot on the dock and her left leg dangling over. She pulled herself up and turned to wait. Dragon was running down the log, pushing Charmeleon, who was flailing, along in front of him. He reached down and put his hands under Charmeleon’s arms, hoisting him up to the dock. He quickly followed and they ran yet again. Tight rope over Grimer now. Dragon almost facefaulted when he saw it but kept going. Eevy jumped and balanced, even despite her high-heeled boots. She stepped carefully forward, remaining composed. Vovo stepped up behind her, wobbling side to side. Dragon got up on the rope next to her, flailing with Charmeleon behind him. Eevy ran for it with Vovo following at her heels. Dragon took five or six huge steps and basically jumped across as Charmeleon squeegeed along with his arms and legs locked around the rope.

"Let’s go, Charmeleon! Hurry up!" Dragon called.

"Hurry!" Eevy shouted.

The next was the last obstacle and easiest for Dragon. For Eevy it was nearly impossible.

"Hurdles?!" she stopped, "I can’t do hurdles!"

"Try real hard! The marks show you how to jump! You’ve got to match them!" Dragon pushed her, "A blue one means hoist over with the left hand. A red one means hoist over with the right hand. A green one means jump. You can do it!"

Eevy ran forward. Seeing her first was a blue mark, she held out her left hand. She slapped her hand down, swinging herself over. Next was a red. This was a swing with the opposite hand. The third was a green. She jumped, flying over as best as she could. Vovo hopped along behind, just jumping with a spin to the side the color indicated. To their left, Dragon and Charmeleon were launching perfectly every time. For a few hurdles, both team members and their Pokemon matched each others’ jumps perfectly in time. Eevy, Vovo, Dragon and Charmeleon all slammed over their last hurdles at the same time with a free run to the finish. Eevy heard the slam of heals behind them and saw Ran and Iskur catching up fast. She powered forward, grabbing Dragon’s wrist and pulling him along. Ran was right next to her at one point, but slowed because Iskur had fallen. Eevy dove and crossed the finish line just before Konohana and her brother. Dragon panted into the ground and sat up.

"That was wild!" he shouted, "Charmeleon! You’re the best! Return and take a good rest!"

"What a wicked race!" she cried, "Vovo! You rule! You’d better take a while to rest!"

"The winners of the last round are Evangelina Hikoboshi and Dragon! Congratulations to our winners! Now watch the skies for some fireworks!"

Notes
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