"That's the last time I listen to Meowth," Jessie mumbled to herself. "And I'm serious this time! They won't even let me get hairspray in here!"Jessie was in a jail cell in the
police station. This time, however, the police were smart enough to not give the prisoners shovels or a dirt floor to dig through. They must be learning...
"Psst! Jessie! It's me!" whispered James, who was disguised as a dad. Meowth was beside him, dressed like a little boy. Unlike the prison system, James isn't learning.
The poor guy actually thinks they will fallfor the disguise. Like parents take their kids on a fun trip to the jail!
"You idiot! What are doing sneaking into a jail!?" shouted Jessie loudly, too loudly. Then a guard walked in and locked up the father-son pair. "Ya know, Meowth. I think
your luck machine is broken!" she yelled. "Did you happen to know what kind of luck it brought?"
"Well, it said it took some time before it would start working.Maybe this is like a side-effect that happens before the main effect."
"Well, I sure hope so," said James, "because we can't stay hereforever. I just hope Jezebel doesn't come bail me out and kidnap me. Thatwoman is wierd; she looks
wierd too."
"She looks like me!" screamed Jessie. "Are you saying Ilook wierd?!"
"No!"
"Yes, you are and you're going to regret it!" Then she pulled hermallet out of thin air like usual and whacked James. He went flying into theceiling, the straw ceiling.
Obviously, they are learning quite slowly. "Come on! Let's get outa here!"
