Team Rocket47's Next Fanfic
Chapter 1: Invasion

It was the beginning of summer in Team Rocket47's underground base, but heat wasn't a
problem. Both levels of the base had air conditioning, as well as heating in the winter. The main
problem that the base was dealing with was the plague of fur that covered everything. It was only
yesterday that the base had been fine, yet today the members of Team Rocket47 found their
headquarters coated in fuzz.

"Every single year this happens!" Dreana yelled in frustration, while trying in vain to sweep the
fur into a pile. The pink mew sighed when she found that her efforts were meaningless, and that
the fur would just return to its original spot after being swept. She was taller then Magick, at her
full grown height of one foot and 6 inches. Her fur wasn't a bright pink like Kat's was, it was
more of a pale, near white pink. Her eyes were a crystal blue, and they seemed to notice small
details that others didn't. Across her shoulder was a medium sized scar that stood out slightly.

Magick was hovering in mid air next to Dreana, watching the fur curiously. Shorter then the
other mew by a few inches, her fur was pure black. Her eyes were a lovely shade of purple, just
bright enough to stand out against her fur. Around her tail was a small band with spikes on it.
The fur on the very end of her tail was longer then on the rest of her body, giving it an unusual
look. "Every year?" she repeated.

Dreana looked to the other mew with a look of hopelessness. After sighing she replied, "Yeah,
At least for the past three years. This is the fourth year that this base has been under siege of this
fur."

Magick winced. She eyed the fur again, taking note that half of it was black, the same as her
own fur. Unconsciously she rubbed her arm and stated, "Well it's definitely not me." After a bit
of pondering she added, "At least I don't think I shed."

The pink mew gave a small smile, "Don't worry, mews don't shed, at least not much." She lifted
up her broom from the floor, and examined that it too was covered in the annoying fur. After
another desperate sigh she announced, "We have to go to the source of this fur!"

"The source?" Magick inquired with a confused look. "You mean you know what's causing all
this fur?"

With a nod, Dreana floated off down the hall. Magick only stared after the other mew as she
zoomed off. Perplexed thoroughly at Dreana's newfound psychotic passion to keep the HQ clean,
she followed reluctantly.

As she was cautiously floating along the hall that Dreana had just flew down, she stopped
suddenly when she heard a loud bark. It was quickly followed by a large flamethrower attack
that blasted through the open doorway in front of her and scorched the opposite wall. After
waiting to see if anything else dangerous was going to follow, she poked her head into the room.

Instead of seeing Lucky, Joey's arcanine, as she would have expected, Magick saw that perky
looking houndour was sitting on the couch, looking down at Dreana. The once pink mew was
now thoroughly burnt and laying on the floor twitching. The houndour apparently heard Magick,
as she looked toward her with a particular gleam in her bright green eyes. A small gem that hung
from a chain around the pokemon's neck was glowing brightly with the shimmer of fire.

"Why did you use a flamethrower on Dreana?" Magick asked defensively while hoping she
wouldn't be eaten.

The houndour tilted her head, then barked her reply. "She kicked me while I was sleeping," the
pokemon replied in her own language.

Magick observed the houndour closely, and noticed that black fur was slowly floating away from
her. "So you're the one who's causing all this shedding?" she asked.

Smiling menacingly, the houndour nodded. Then she began to scratch her shoulder, causing a
wave of black fur to cover Dreana, who was still twitching on the floor.

"So um... Aren't pokemon supposed to stay down in the lower half of the base?" The black mew
inquired, still not sure if the houndour still wanted to eat her or not. It was bigger then her. "I
didn't think Dreana ever let pokemon that aren't owned by one of the members up here unless
they're hurt and in the hospital wing."

The houndour once again barked her answer. Translated she said, "That is the rule, but I'm a
member of Team Rocket47."

Only then did Magick recognize that the gem that the houndour wore was the same on that Joey
kept around her own neck most of the time. Magick stared at the houndour curiously for a while
then said, "You're Joey?"

Joey, in her houndour form, nodded with a dog like smile. She then tilted her ears downward, to
where Dreana was making a growling noise.

The pink mew sat up and shook off all the burnt-ness and black dog fur. Then she glared at Joey,
who had laid down on the couch again. "How dare you use your flamethrower attack on me like
that?!" she yelled furiously.

Joey calmly looked Dreana in the eye and replied, "You kicked me. It was only a reaction."

Dreana began to growl again, with the glare included. Joey only stared back, and the red gem
around her neck began to glow brighter.

Magick decided that this would be a bad time to ask what was for dinner. It would probably be a
bad time to ask anything. The two glared at each other with the look that a battle would erupt at
any second.

When Magick suddenly felt Dreana charge up a bubblebeam attack, and Joey prepare to use
another flamethrower, Pelican walked into the room and asked, "What are we having for dinner
tonight?" The black mew looked at him with a fully unbelieving expression, before falling onto
the fur covered floor with a large thud. Joey and Dreana looked at him as well with expressions
of pure anger of having what would be a battle interrupted.

"What'd I do?" Pelican asked confusedly.

Joey sighed, then flopped over into a reclining position on the couch. Reclining for a dog that is.
Dreana brushed herself off slightly and said in an exasperated manner, "Just forget it."

As Pelican left the room, Dreana glared at Joey again. "Why do you have to do this every year,
Joey?"

"Haven't I explained this before?" Joey replied with her own question.

The pink mew crossed her arms and continued to glare. "Enlighten me."

Joey gave a tired sigh. "It's like this incredible urge to be in this form rather then my mew form.
I've tried my hardest to try and stay in my mew form, but I'll switch whenever I don't pay
attention."

"Then can't you just go outside," Magick asked.

The dog pokemon gave a small whine. "But it's hot up there."

Dreana intensified her glare. "Aren't you supposed to be getting ready to train Ira and Jads to be
Team Rocket47 members?"

"But Ira has a broken leg," Joey whined again.

"And it's almost healed," Dreana retorted sharply. She mumbled something about how Kat
couldn't heal humans, but how someone else could if she was only here. Then she added out
loud, "You can start working on it now."

Joey sat up. "But I can always start once Ira's fully healed."

Dreana floated up to eye level with Joey. "You will start today. That is an order."

"Yes, Dreana." Joey groaned then transformed into her human form. But instead of having large
purple mew ears on the top of her head, along with a matching tail, she had black ears that were
more triangular, and a short black tail that was probably less then a foot long. Other then the
pokemon attributes, she had long violet hair that hung back to nearly her knees, which she
currently had tied back in a loose pony tail. Balanced on her nose were a pair of gold wire
framed glasses, that outlined a pair of bright green eyes. She was wearing a baggy-fitting, blue
tee-shirt with a picture of a gligar on it, along with jean shorts that hung to a little above her
knees. She also had on a simple pair of blue tennis shoes and a pair of ducky socks.

Dreana nodded to herself, then floated out of the room, eyeing the burnt wall with annoyance.

Magick sat down on the couch next to Joey. "Letting Dreana push you around again, eh?" she
commented slyly.

Joey shrugged. "Meh. She's just being her usual being-annoyed-with-me self. I don't suppose
you want to help me out with getting ready."

"It's not like I have anything else to do, other then bug Miss I'm-always-annoyed-with-Joey,"
Magick replied. Joey laughed cheerfully at the remark. "So what do we do first?" the black mew
asked.

After giggling a bit more, Joey replied, "I guess we should head up into the forest to get some
supplies. It's pretty hot still, so are you still sure you want to go with me?"

Magick transformed into her human form as well, which had no signs that she was a pokemon at
all, unlike Joey's slightly anthropomorphic form. She kept her black hair short, it only reached
down to her shoulders. She had a black fishnet shirt that covered her arms up to her wrists,
underneath a black tank top with no signs or symbols on it. Her legs were also fish-netted,
underneath a pair of short pants that were held up by black and white striped suspenders. For
shoes, she had boots that reached half way up her calves. With black lipstick, she had a very
gothic look.

Joey raised an eyebrow at her friend. "I did say it would be hot outside. Are you sure you want to
wear so much black?"

"I'll be fine," Magick replied with a sly smile.

Joey shrugged again. "Whatever suits you. But don't say I never warned you."

***

"DISNEYLAND!" Phido yelled, while trying to balance on the back of yet another couch in the
Tr47 base. The black fur was covering the ground surrounding the couch, and was ever drawing
closer. As the flareon stared down at the impending fur as it began to circle in around the couch,
she gave another fearful cry, "DISNEYLAAAND!"

Just as she was beginning to lose hope of rescue, Phido heard the sound of a vacuum cleaner.
She looked in the direction of the noise, and to her joy saw Michi leading a very large vacuum
cleaner around. The fully anthropomorphic raichu gave the flareon a warm smile as she lead the
large vacuum cleaner in a pattern that left a clean path of white carpet behind it. Before long she
had completely cleared the room of the fur. After a quick look around the room for any spots she
missed, she turned off the vacuum and observed that the bag was bulging.

"I hope that helps," Michi said while leaning the vacuum against the wall. She was the youngest
member of Team Rocket47, but that hardly bothered her. She was wearing a white tee-shirt with
blue spots on it, with a pair of light cotton gym shorts. Though human like in most ways, she was
covered in orange-tan fur with dark brown stripes. She also had paws instead of hands and feet.
Her hair was a medium brown, but very shiny, and it hung loose around her shoulders. She had
raichu ears atop her head, and a long tail with a lightning bolt like blade at the end. Finally, her
eyes were a dark shade of blue that contrasted nicely with her fur.

Phido hopped down of the back of the couch, and happily called, "Disneyland!" The flareon
looked the same as any other flareon, with dark orange fur. She had a fluffy tail and collar made
out of fire, and she had large ears that twitched at small sounds. The unusual thing about her was
that she could only say Disneyland.

Michi walked over and sat down on the couch next to Phido, and began to softly pet her fur.
"You know that I can't understand you," she replied.

"Disneyland!" the flareon barked.

Sighing tiredly, the raichu only continued to pet Phido, while relaxing. "I'll have to get to
vacuuming the rest of the base soon, or Dreana will get angry with me."

As she said that, Phido's ears turned toward the cleaning machine. The two looked to it with
horror, just as it's bulging bag began to shake violently. Before they could duck for cover, the
bag exploded, sending all the fur that it contained all over the room. After the fur settled down,
Michi blinked. Both she and Phido were completely covered with the fuzz. "DISNEYLAND!"
Phido cried, while trying to shake all the fur off.

Michi blinked again, then yelled, "DREANA! I THINK WE HAVE A PROBLEM!"

***

"I don't know how much longer I can hold out, you guys!" Jads said, while trying to hold the
door of the hospital room shut with her back.

Aly looked at her with concern, while trying to find an object large enough to bar the door. "You
have to Jads, or we're all going to be doomed!"

Kenny smiled slyly, while holding a white and red speckled egg in his arms. He was sitting in a
fairly large arm chair. "You just don't want any of that fur in here," he laughed.

Aly glared at him. "Of course I don't!" She was a near replica of the Nurse Joys that ran the
pokemon centers around the world, though she had an original look as well. She wasn't nearly as
old as any of the other nurses, being only about 15. She kept her long, bright, pink hair down, it
fell nearly to her waist. Her beautiful blue eyes were kept behind rose coloured glasses. She
wore a pair of tight fitting blue bell bottoms, along with a bright green belt. Her purple shirt
showed her mid-drift, and it's sleeves puffed out til half way down her forearms, and then flared
outward. Around both her wrists she had a multitude of different coloured bracelets. She looked
much more like a hippy then a nurse. "And I don't think you would appreciate the fur in your
room either," she continued.

Kenny glared back at her playfully, and replied, "I guess you're right." He had a dignified air
about him, and it would probably surprise someone if they only judged him from a first glance.
He was the same age as Aly, and his hair was bright green. He kept it short though, it only came
down half way to his shoulders. His eyes were light brown, with hints of blue. Right now he had
on a pair of shorts that reached down to his knees, and a white t-shirt under a unbuttoned
Hawaiian shirt. He spoke with a slightly foreign accent, which was uncommon.

Still holding the now slightly bulging door, Jads growled, "Could I please get a little help here?"

Ira exaggeratedly sighed. "Well, if someone wouldn't insist that I say in bed, even though I can
probably walk just fine, I would help you." He was laying in one of the four beds that were all
perpendicular to the wall opposite of the door, with his right leg in a cast and suspended from
the ceiling. Being propped up by pillows into a somewhat sitting position, he had his arms
crossed and was glaring at Aly.

Aly, who was still zipping around the room looking for something to hold the door shut, took the
time to glare back at Ira and reply, "Have you ever tried to walk with a broken leg?"

Lessening his glare, Ira answered, "No." He had short brown hair that hung messily around his
ears, and bright green eyes. He was around 13 years old, but looked slightly younger. Right now
he was wearing cotton pajamas, the kind with loose pants and a button-up, long sleeved shirt.
They were light blue with little pink bunnies patterned on them. The pajamas really made him
look silly, especially with the glare he was giving Aly.

"It's not easy, I can tell you from experience. So stop complaining!" Aly nearly yelled.

Ira kept up his mid-glare. "But Joey was able to walk around when she broke her leg last year,"
he retorted.

Aly stopped her search for a heavy object and stood at the foot of his bed. She put her hands on
her hips to achieve an ultimately superior look. "Joey has broken her leg three times since she's
been a member of Team Smak and Team Rocket47. She knows how to walk with crutches.
There isn't anything important to do anyway. I'll let you walk with crutches the next time you
break your leg. This subject is officially over. You will NOT bring it up again."

Ira was speechless. He only sat there, in awe over the lecture he had just been given. Even Kenny
had scooted his chair away from Aly.

The pink haired girl directed her gaze to Kenny, who squeaked. "That's it!" she yelled
unexpectedly. She ran over to the chair and took hold of one of the arm rests. With Kenny still
seated in the chair, she pulled it over to the door. Jads quickly got out of the way and allowed
her to push the chair in front of the door. After making sure that it would hold the fur back, Jads
and Aly simultaneously sat down on the bed to the left of Ira's.

"Thank you so much for helping us," Jads sighed. "Aren't you boys supposed to be big and
strong and do all the work?"

Ira grunted. "I'm not supposed to bring up that topic." Aly glared at him.

Jads looked to Kenny. "And what's your excuse?"

"I'm taking care of Dylan," he replied calmly while slightly holding up the poke-egg.

"You named the egg Dylan?" Aly laughed. "You don't even know if it's a boy or a girl!"

Kenny shrugged, holding the egg to his chest again. "I can always change the name once he
hatches, if he turns out to be a girl. And anyway, calling him Dylan is better then just egg,
right?"

Jads laid back on the bed. "I guess you have a point there. But it still isn't an excuse to not help."
She replied. Her hair was a golden blonde colour, it was completely straight and fell around
over her shoulders. Her eyes were a deep colour of azure, and reflected the light in a mysterious
way. She was wearing a simple pair of blue jeans which had a star pattern traveling up the left
leg, along with a red top that had a small flower pattern near the collar. "You could have at least
gotten up out of the chair."

Aly smirked at Kenny. "She's the one with the point now. You should have moved."

"So what do we do now?" Ira asked. "We're stuck in here, right?"

The other three realized that they were trapped in the hospital room, with their only exit blocked
on the outside by fur. There wasn't a way to get above ground from the room that they were in.

"Damn," cursed Aly.

***

Tac leaned back in his office chair, staring tiredly at the computer screen. It would take some
time to finish formulating his plan to destroy Team Rocket47, but it would be well worth it once
he finished. All he needed was a few simple coordinates.

Unconsciously he rubbed his right arm, which was covered in a cast up to his elbow. A few other
members of Team Rocket had insisted on signing it with some silly get well messages and
warnings to avoid arcanines. That was how his arm had been shattered in the first place. He had
been too careless while trying to kill Joey, and he took his time with doing the job. As a result,
the mews pet arcanine had used his arm as a chew toy, giving him a compound fracture.

Apart from the cast on his arm, Tac wore a white lab coat, which was unbuttoned at the moment.
The pocket had a red capital R sewn into the pocket, which held assorted pens. Underneath the
coat he wore a black shirt with another small red R embroidered into the breast, along with a
pair of black pants and a white belt. His hair was long, and tied back into a loose ponytail at the
back of his neck. Behind a pair of thick rimmed glasses were dark auburn eyes, which were cold
with contempt for those he despised.

He heard the door creak behind him, and swivelled around to face whomever was entering. It
was Andrew, a young apprentice to Team Rocket Laboratories. He was only ten years old, but
had much interest in science. Perhaps he would become a decent scientist when he was older,
Tac thought to himself.

"Giovanni wants to see you, Mr. Tac, sir," Andrew said nervously.

Tac sighed. "Thank you for telling me," he replied politely. "You may go now, I'll be there in a
few minutes."

Andrew nodded, then shut the door left the room.

With another sigh, Tac looked back to his computer screen. With his good arm, he typed a few
commands on the keyboard. It was such a pain in the ass, seeing as he was used to typing
with both, and Lucky had bitten the arm he used for writing, which made everything harder.
After making sure that his plans for the destruction of Team Rocket47 were saved and stored
under high security so no one would steal them, he turned off his computer and left the small
office, heading toward the Boss's office, to be questioned once again.

***
Author's Notes: First of all, sorry for the eight month wait between this chapter and the last
chapter of the first fic. I had to find myself. In case you're wondering, I was right where I left
me. Next, I'd like to thank my wonderful beta-reader, Phido, for doing the beta-reader thing. I'll
also thank Asa and Luke for being able to help me out on the spot when I needed it. Also, I shall
thank all the readers who actually read this fic! I love you guys! You give me a purpose! But the
biggest thanks goes to my lava lamp, and my dog, Lucky Puppy. She inspired this chapter when
she shed all over my dads car. See ya!

(c) Joey Oak              August 9, 2002

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