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Score, disguised as a lowly Rocket, reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigar lighter. He reached into his other pocket and pulled out a small aerosol Binaca.
"Where are you going Score?" asked Darian. "It's time for an ass whoopin'," replied Score, through gritted teeth. He released Roo from his pokeball and ordered him to find a way in. Roo tiptoed (as best a gargantuan Kangaskhan can tiptoe) up to a dark wall and carefully felt up and down it's surface. He curled his right hand into a fist and knocked, listening intently along the wall.
After careful consideration, he wound up and Mega Punched hole in the wall. Score climbed through as Darian and Mike watched intently. Once inside, Score found himself in a small, smokey room with four Rockets playing cards. All stared in disbelief with mouths gaping, cigars barely balancing on their fat lips.
Finally, one reached for a gun on the table beside his betting chips. Score struck a ninja pose and yelled a war cry. He glanced towards the roof and noticed a sprinkler. He lifted his lit zippo skyward and released a Binaca burst, creating a flame thrower type effect. A fire alarm sounded and the sprinkler filled the room with icy water. The Rockets were momentarily distracted, leaving Score just enough time to kick the first one in the nuts, doubling him over, and then delivering a stunner to his chin. He walked over to a scarwny pair and slammed their heads together. The last Rocket ran to get help, but Score promptly took out his knee with a scissor kick, sending his forehead into a doorknob.
With a pile full of knocked out Rockets lying in a heap on the floor, Score, still in Rocket gear, calmly walked out into the hall and strode into a room with 8 men in business suits sitting around a table. He walked in just in time to hear the words, "Silph Co." before the men pulled their gaze away from what looked like a giant, hollowed out banana on the table. One man stood up and yelled at Score.
Score leaped on to the table, and began singing in a Beastie Boy-esque, whiny voice, "Caaaause no body, can do it, like Mix Masa Score!" Obscenities from the business men made the air vibrate with rage. Score backflipped off the table, landing squarely on the ground on the opposite side of the table. He twirled a one eighty, simultaneously jabbing two of the men in the nose.
"Now testify!" he yelled as he double clotheslined two men that rushed him. The remaining four men grabbed chairs and ran towards Score. As the first wave of two men approached, they lifted their chairs above their heads in perfect position for Score to smash his palms into the bottoms, smashing the chairs into the forehead of the men. Both fell, revealing two more men attempting to use their chairs as battering rams. Score dropped to the floor, tripping the two men, and sending them hurling out of a large glass window, screaming. Score picked up the banana shaped object and left the building, meeting Darian and Mike back outside.
"What's that you have there?" asked Darian.
"I think it's one of those deals they use for that game, you know the one, jai alai I think it's called," replied Score, "Except souped up. Silph Co's latest invention."
"Uh," muttered Mike, "What does it do?" Score attached the device to his hand and pulled out Spanky, his Pidgeotto's Pokéball and put it into the hollow part, on his hand. The device had a joint that wrapped around Score's wrist. He held his arm back and up. With a long, powerful swoop (and the help of 3 joints in his arm), Score sent Spanky's Pokéball flying about 150 yards away, into a forest.
Spanky flew back, Pokéball in talons. "Oh," said Mike. Score found himself a new weapon in his fight against crime as he saw the rest of PODA running towards the trio.
TBC?
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