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    Ash listened as Thespia explained what she wanted done.  Looking down at a Pok�ball, Ash wondered if this plan was sound.  He was about to release the Pok�mon inside when a shout caugt his attention.

    "Ash, is that you?"

    Turning, Ash saw his mother coming towards him.  He waved at her and waited until she was in talking distance.

    "Hi, mom.  My friends and I are helping out at the circus.  We're going to try and make their Mr. Mime jealous, so he will be willing to perform again."

    "Pikachu," the yellow mouse agreed and then looked sadly towards a tent.

    Mrs. Ketchum frowned a bit and asked, "What Pok�mon are you going to use?  Not Misty?"

    "No. Definetly not her," Ash replied, shaking his head. "I think it's better just to show you.  Mr. Mime, I choose you."

    Ash threw the Pok�ball and his puppet Pok�mon was released.

    Putting his hand on Mr. Mime's shoulder, he said, "I caught this Mr. Mime earlier.  We are going to use him, and..."

    Ash's words were cut off by an explosion.  Mother and son turned towards the sound, wondering what was going on.

    "Pikachu, let's go," the Trainer said.  "Mr. Mime, stay here and protect my mom."

    "Mr. Mime," the puppet said, while saluting.

    Before leaving, Ash gave his mom Mr. Mime's Pok�ball.  Thrwoing caution to the wind, Pikachu and Ash rushed away.  Mrs. Ketchum, gripping the Pok�ball tightly, looked on.

    "Be careful, son," she whispered and turned towards the Pok�mon. "Thank you for staying here, Mr. Mime.  I really appreciate it."

    "Mr. Mime. Mr. Mime."

    "It gets so lonely with Ash gone all the time," Mrs. Ketchum mumbled.

    "Mr. Mime?" the human shaped Pok�mon asked.

    "Sorry, Mr. Mime.  You don't need to hear my troubles."

    Mr. Mime looked on a bit and resolved to protect her as best as he could.
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    Rushing along, Ash saw that the source of the explosion was a blue tank with big red R's painted on it.

    "Oh, great.  It's Team Rocket," Ash muttered. "I wonder what they're up to now."

    The tank turret turned and pointed its gun in Ash's general direction.  Over the tank's loudspeakers came familiar voices.

    "Well, well.  If it isn't Mr. Hotshot Pok�mon Trainer,"  Jesse said.  "Hand over your Pok�mon, and we won't harm you."

    Ash yelled back, "Forget it."

    Meowth said, "You're treading on thin ice.  Just hand them over and say tank you, we let you off easy."

    "You guys are shell-shocked, and I'm the one to give you a good shell-aking.  Pikachu, Thunderbolt!"  Ash replied. *Puns at fifty paces, is it?  I can play that game too.*

    Pikachu rushed forward and let loose a bolt of lightning at the tank.  The electricity hit the vehicle solidly and faded, leaving the tank totally unharmed.

    Jesse said, "Our tank is insulated against electricity."

    "Meowth.  You might say we've steeled ourselves and grounded this plan fully."

    Ash and Pikachu looked at each other.  Seeing the tank rolling towards them, Ash came to a decision.

    "Pikachu!"

    "Pika?"

    "RUN!!"

Ash ran back the way he came, while Pikachu watched him for a second, with a sweat drop forming.  Hearing the treads getting closer, the yellow mouse quickly followed his trainer.  Team Rocket laughed, as they saw that they had their enemy on the run.
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    Trying her luck at a ring toss game, Misty heard the explosion and wondered what was going on.  Standing nearby, Brock was hitting on the female trapeze artists.

    Turning, Misty asked, "What was that?"

    "I don't know," Brock replied, momentarily forgetting about the girls. "I think we'd better go check."

    Misty just nodded and the two headed in the general direction of the commotion.  They quickly came upon Mrs. Ketchum and the Mr. Mime.  The two friends looked at each other and hurried their pace up.  They knew Ash and what he would do.  Worried about her son, Mrs. Ketchum followed the pair.  They soon spotted Ash being chased by the Team Rocket Tank.

    "ASH!"  Misty, Brock, Mrs. Ketchum yelled.

    Misty ran and placed herself between the tank and Ash.  She fired off an Ember attack at the tank, causing the place where it hit to glow red for a second.

    "So the water brat wants to play," Jesse said. "Try some of Pikachu's thunder."

    The tank gun recoiled as it launched a bolt of lightning at Misty.  Misty was thrown into the air by the blast and tumbled to the ground, unconscious.

    "Misty," Brock and Ash said.

    "Mr. Mime, my son and friends are in trouble.  Can you help?" Mrs. Kecthum asked.

    "Mr. Mime," the Pok�mon said, as it headed for the surplus army vehicle.

    Mr. Mime used his Lightscreen ability to form a protective wall between the tank and everyone else.  The Tank rushed forward and hit the wall.  The Lightscreen barrier held under the impact.  After a second, the tank backed up and tried to go around the wall.  But, it was stopped by another Lightscreen wall.  Looking over, Mr. Mime saw another of his kind helping him.  The two Mr. Mimes nodded and worked to enclose the tank in a tower composed of Lightscreens.

    Thespia came up and talked to the second Mr. Mime.

    "That was great Mr. Mime.  You can do incredible things if you just try," she said.

    Looking a bit sad, she continued, "I'm sorry I was so hard on you, before.  Will you perform in the circus again?"

    "Mr. Mime," the circus Pok�mon said, nodding his head.

    "That's great," Thespia replied, hugging her Pok�mon.

    "Mr. Mime?"

    Thespia looked up, "What is it Mr. Mime?"

    Not saying anything, the circus Pok�mon pointed to Ash and his friends.  They were kneeling around the still form of Misty.  The circus tamer rushed over to see if Misty was okay.

    Ash asked, "Brock, is there anything we can do?"

    "Pika?"  Pikachu said, gently pushy on the genie's shoulder with his paws.

    "I don't have a potion or a Revive on me," Brock replied, while shaking his head.  "I came here to have fun, not get into any Pok�mon battles.  And, we're to far from a Pok�center to get her there on time."

    "How bad is it?"  Thespia asked.

    The looks on their faces was answer enough.

    "I'm sorry.  If there was anything I could do...."

    "It's not your fault," Ash replied, as he dropped his backpack.

    When the pack hit the ground, two small metal boxes came tumbling out.  Brock jumped a bit at the sound and looked over.  He took note of the boxes.

    *Oh, just Ash's technical machines.  Nothing important,* Brock thought.  *Wait a second.  TM41.  That can help us.*

    Brock hurriedly said, "Thespia, can you get your Chansey over here, fast?"

    Looking confused, she asked, "What good will that do?"

    "Just do it. It might be Misty's only chance."

    While Thespia stood there slightly confused, the circus' Mr. Mime rushed towards the sideshow tent.  A tense minute later, Mr. Mime came out carrying Chansey's cage.

    "That's fine, Mr. Mime," Brock said. "Set the cage down, I need to talk to Chansey."

    Mr. Mime put the cage down near Brock.  The former Gym leader stared straight at Chansey.

    "Chansey, you're the only one who can help Misty out.  Ash has a machine that will teach you how to share your health with injured Pok�mon.  A Chansey is the only Pok�mon that can use that machine.  Will you please help?"

    "Chansey?" the egg Pok�mon asked and looked at Misty.

    Seeing the injured girl lying there, Chansey shuddered at the injuries she saw.  She turned back to Brock and nodded.

    "Thanks, Chansey," Brock said. "Ash, hand TM41 over here.  We're going to need to use it to save Misty."

    Not bothering to ask, Ash just handed the box over to his friend.  Taking the machine, Brock activated it, while pointing it at Chansey.  The TM dinged as its charge was expended.

    "Chansey, please use your skill to save her," Thespia pleaded, kneeling beside the cage.

    The pink Pok�mon took the egg out of its pouch and threw it at Misty.  The egg broke apart and ten blue-white motes of light circled around the still form of the Pok�genie.  The motes grew brighter as the sped up and tightened their orbit.  They soon impacted Misty and caused her to glow blue for a second, as they faded away.  Once the glow had settled,  Misty opened her eyes.

    "What happened," she weakly asked.

    Ash said, "Thank you, Chansey."

    "Chansey."

    "Pikachu!"  Pikachu said, giving Misty a lick on the face.

    "Misty, are you all right?"  Mrs. Ketchum asked.

    Shaking her head, Misty replied, "I feel so weak.  I need to rest."

    Fumbling out a certain Pok�ball, Ash recalled Misty.  He looked at his mother, who gave a nod.  He turned and addressed his Mr. Mime.

    "Thanks for protecting my mother and saving me, Mr. Mime.  I really appreciate it," Ash said.

    "Mr. Mime."

    "Here you go, son.  I think this is yours," Mrs. Ketchum said, while handing her son a Pok�ball.

    "Mr. Mime!  Mr. Mime!" the puppet Pok�mon said, while hugging Ash's mother.

    Ash looked at Mr. Mime and tried to guess what he was saying.

    "Mr. Mime, do you want to stay with my mother?"

    Mr. Mime nodded, while saying his name.

    "Well, I guess mom would get kind of lonely at home," Ash said, while scratching his head. "Fine, you can stay with her."

    "Thanks, son.  Come on, Mimie," Mrs. Ketchum said.

    "Mimie?"

    "That's what I'll be calling him.  Cute isn't it?"

    "Er. Right."

    "Pika."

    Ash and Pikachu both developed sweat drops.  The drops vanished when Brock put a hand on Ash's shoulder and started talking.

    "That was very nice of you, Ash.  I'm sure your mom appreciates it."

    "Thanks, Brock," Ash replied.  "Let's get Misty home or to a Pok�center."

    Pikachu leaped onto Ash's shoulder, and the two started walking.  Before they got to far, Thespia's voice stopped them.

    "Hey, you forgot your Pok�mon."

    Turning around confused, Ash responded, "Huh?  Which one?  Mr. Mime is now my mom's and I have the rest of mine."

    Thespia kicked an empty cage behind her, as she hefted up a pink Pok�mon.

    "This one.  She got really depressed as you two were leaving.  I think she wants to go with you."

    "Chansey.  Chansey."

    Ash said, "I'm not sure.  A Chansey that tried to kill herself...."

    "Chansey!  Chansey-chan-chan-sey-sey-chan."

    Thespia tried to translate, "She said she isn't going to do that again.  I think that she believes it is her responsibility to look after Misty."

    "Chansey,"  the egg Pok�mon agreed.

    "Well then, welcome to the group," Ash said, gently tossing a Pok�ball at the Chansey.

    The ball opened up and pulled the Chansey inside.  After closing, the red and white sphere bounced back to Ash's waiting hand.

    "All right, I've caught me a Chansey," he said, striking his familiar pose.

    "Pi-Pikachu."

    Brock shook his head and thought, *There he goes again, in getting Pok�mon to just follow him around.  Oh well, it's fun watching him do it."

    A sudden explosion interrupted Brock's musings.  Looking back, he saw a gout of fire rush out of the top of the Lightscreen tower and saw three figure go shooting off into the sky.  Ash also noticed the trio in the air.

    Before vanishing in th distance, Team Rocket chorused, "It looks like Team Rocket is blasting off again."

    "They really left with a flash and a bang that time, didn't they?"  Ash asked.

    Brock didn't bother to respond, as the two friends made their way back to Pallet Town.
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    After dropping Misty's Pok�ball at the Pallet Town Pok�center, Ash and Brock headed back to the circus.  It would be a little while bfore Misty would be better, and Ash wanted to see if his Pikachu could win the Shock Machine game.  Once they arrived, they saw that there were three other players lined up, each with a Voltorb.

    Ash asked, "Ready, Pikachu?"

    "Pika."

    Pikachu took his place on one of four diases, with metal plates in the center.  The four Pok�mon started pumping electricity into the plates.  After a few seconds, the machine that was connected to the plates launched three thunderbolts.  Each bolt struck a Voltorb, stunning them.

    "Way to go, Pikachu."

    Thespia came up and saw that Ash was back.

    "How's Misty?"  she asked.

    Ash replied, "According to Nurse Joy, she'll be fine in the morning.  Brock and I came back so we could test our luck at some of these games."

    Looking at the machine, she saw that Ash's Pok�mon had won.

    "Well, Ash.  What do you want for a prize?  A Thunderstone or Tri-rod?"

    "Those are the prizes?"  Ash asked, dissapointed. "I'll take the rod.  I don't force my Pok�mon to evolve.  By the way, what does a Tri-rod do?"

    Thespia reached up and pulled the rod down, while saying, "Excellent choice.  It's a fishing rod with three settings.  The first is shallow water fishing.  The third setting is deep water fishing.  And finally, the second setting is for fishing between those two extremes.  It's used to catch Water Pok�mon.  Most fisherman have to use three different rods to catch Water Pok�mon.  This just makes it a lot easier."

    Taking his new rod, Ash commented, "Well at least I have something useful.  Maybe Misty can teach me how to use it."

    After having Pikachu jump into his backpack, Ash headed over to where Brock was trying his luck at a Whack-a-Diglett game.  He seemed to be wracking up big points as he hit the rubber Digglets with a rubber mallet.  After finishing he took the tickets and redeemed them for a kerosene powered, portable stove.  To the amazement of everyone, he shoved the stove into his backpack without distorting the pack at all.

    "Brock-o, ready to head back?"

    "Sure, Ash.  There is nothing more we can do here."

    The two friends walked back to Pallet.  Before heading home, Ash headed to the Pok�center to check up on Misty.  There he found Nurse Joy trying to hold back an irate Chansey.

    "Chansey! Chasey-sey!"

    Seeing Ash, Joy shouted, "Could you call your Chansey back?"

    Ash, confused, said, "Chansey, stop.  What's the problem?"

    The Chansey waved her arms up and down and said, "Chansey-sey-sey-sey-chan-chan-chansey!"

    Brock and Ash looked at each other.

    Brock shrugged and said, "I have no idea."

    Hearing the comotion, Pikachu popped out of the pack and looked down.  The yellow mouse jumped down and started talking to Chansey.  The two Pok�mon had a discussion as the three humans looked on.

    "Well, Pikachu?"  Ash asked.  *How did Chansey get out of the Pok�ball?*

    Pikachu tried pantomime to convey the information.

    "Chansey wanted to do a rain dance in the back room?"

    Pikachu face faulted.  After recovering, the mouse grabbed one of Ash's Pok�balls and handed it to Nurse Joy.  He pointed at the Pok�ball and then at Chansey.

    "I'm sorry Pikachu?" Ash said. "I can't figure out what you're saying."

    Brock stroked his chin and commented, "Maybe it has something to do with Misty."

    Pikachu held up a small sign with an orange 'o' on it.

    Ash said, "So it has something to do with Misty.  What could it be?"

    Nurse Joy said, "I think I know.  Your Chansey wants to keep an eye on your friend."

    "Is that it Chansey?" Ash asked.

    The pink Pok�mon nodded.

    Ash said, "I know you're worried about Misty, but the Pok�center can do a good job of healing Misty."


    "Chansey," Chansey huffed and turned away.

    "I think your Chansey doesn't trust the Pok�center's Chanseys, Ash," Brock commented.

    Ash whispered, "Oh, great.  This is just what I need, a Chansey that is jealous of Pok�centers."

    Ash sighed heavily and looked at Pikachu, Joy, and Brock.  The three just shrugged.  Brock and Pikachu left, barely containing their laughter.  Ignoring them, Ash knelt by his Chansey.

    Ash explained, "Chansey, you're going to have to let Nurse Joy and her Chansey do the job.  There will be times when you're going to need their help as well."

    "Chansey," the pink creature said, while turning her back.

    "Oboy.  Please, Chansey.  Just let Joy do her job."

    Nurse Joy interuppted, "If your Chansey promises not to get in the way, she can watch as we heal Misty."

    Ash asked, "How about it Chansey?  Is that fair?"

    Chansey thought about the idea for a few seconds and then nodded as best it could with its egg-shaped body and no neck.

    Joy said, "Once we've finished healing Misty up, I'll contact my sisters about your Chansey.  By the way this Chansey seems familiar."

    Ash said, "Thanks, Joy.  Well this Chansey used to belong to the circus that is in town now."

    "Oh, it's that Chansey.  Quite a turn-a-round," Joy said.  "I'll definitely contact my family about this and get them to agree, which I'm sure they will."

    "Thanks, Nurse Joy.  See you in the morning, Chansey," Ash said as he left the center.

    After leaving the canter, Ash spotted Brock and Pikachu rolling on the ground laughing.

    "It isn't funny, guys!"  Ash said.  "Oh, forget it.  I'm going home."

    Pikachu stifled his laughter long enough to jump to Ash's shoulder and ride home.  Brock managed to get himself back under control and re-enter the Pok�center.  All of them wondered what Misty would say about that Chansey.



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