R66: Ancient
Title: Ancient Times
Characters: Giovanni, Pearl, Cheech Shotgun, Little Six-Foot Geremio, o' Saglienne 'Ladder-Free', Sideways Santos- Argg! Just read it.
POV: N/A
Notes: Just something cute. BACK IN MY DAY...
“Twenty people and they still can’t catch the damned thing. I don’t believe it. I really don’t believe it.” She sighs and falls back into her chair. “I don’t ever recall having this problem twenty years ago!”
“It seems that agents today are not quite as competent, would you say?” He studies his coffee meditatively. The feather-brushed lines around his eyes crinkle. “We send twenty people to do what Cheech Shotgun could do by himself.”
“With only a bit of wire and his shotgun.”
“Yes. And in a few days at most, and more often than not, he actually captured the right Pokemon.”
“You don’t say, Boss! Little Six-Foot Geremio. You don’t see any of the new recruits like him, you know. First day of him graduating from training, and guess what, he shoots up right away to my office and says, and I quote, ‘Hello there hot stuff, you’re my new boss now so you want to see what I got?’”
“He said that?” Giovanni’s eyelids hitched themselves up a few times.
“Mmhmm. And I told him he could and sent him right off to nick me a few of the Milotic I wanted. And guess what? He came back with them and dumps the balls on my desk and tells me, ‘You got the sleekest pair I’ve ever seen on a babe.’”
Giovanni slowly sighed and rubbed his forehead. “We don’t get men like them these days anymore, Pearl. Now we seem to be sending out half the team for what one single old ‘o Saglienne ‘Ladder-Free’ could do.”
“I’ve seen these new kids work, and they work like decent people with morals!” Pearl snorted.
“Sideways Santos would roll over in all five of his graves,” he mourned. “If he could see what is happening with these recruits nowadays, he would leap off a fourteen-story building, well, at least he would if he could get up the stairs. His sideways leg always gave him trouble.”
“Do you remember Pickaxe Pieti?”
“No one doesn’t.” The Boss chuckled and sat back to for a walk down Senility Lane. Just look at him and then look at the rookies now. Most of them would not even finger a pick, and the rest wouldn’t know where to stick it.”
“Nicki ‘Big ears’ would certainly show them.”
“If he hadn’t been run over by that train, Pearl, he would have. Old Nicki, now he was a real agent. Came onto the mission like a slick of oil and just bang! Before anyone expected it, the entire museum went missing!” Giovanni sighed and fumbled through his drawer and pulled out an old water-stained photograph. “You remember this?”
“The Charity Masquerade Gala thirty-and-a-bit years ago! That was his last photo I’d wager, before the train incident!”
“Thirty or so years! And I was watching him on a mission, and he got it done, just like that-“ he snapped his fingers, “Before anyone got time to interfere. He wasn’t very strong and only had his trusty Caterpie on his team, but before anyone had a chance to dramatically point and yell ‘Team Rocket!’ he was back at the base!”
“They loiter around these days. Buncha bums.”
“A bunch of bums, but they still have nothing on Bummy Barty.” He snorted and finished his coffee. “Executive, go get me more coffee.”
“Nickels Nicola. That was a kiddo we could depend on.”
“Whatever the situation. Nicola, his flexibility and resourcefulness always astounded me. Will you go get the coffee?”
“The things he could do with a stick. Coffee? I don’t feel like it.”
“Fine. But Nicola… And it didn’t even have to be a long stick,” he sighed.
“But Bummy Barty.”
“One of the best plants I would say. Ever bit of gossip, every rumor, he piped everything back.”
“Yeah. Nowadays, these kids don’t tell you everything. They take out the bits they don’t think are important. Bummy never did anything stupid like that. Even though now I know more about the local plumber than I ever wanted to know.”
“Nicola ‘Rings’ would feed them to the fishes. Of course, now with the police’s equipment, we can’t dispose of bodies that way anymore…”
“Wasn’t it easier, Boss, when it was just you and me and a big ol’ cigar and the police didn’t know we were storing bodies in the grocery store?”
Giovanni sighed. “We actually have to pay attention now. No more black ink extortions.”
“Those were the days. Not that we aren’t toppin’ everything now, but back then, now that was easy flying. Now we have to actually blackmail and bribe at the same time. And do now how many dumpsters I had to go through to get the condom wrappers?”
“Pearl?”
“For the Head of the Police. I mean, for her indiscreet admirer, as you’re always saying.”
“Hmph! Ten years ago we could just go and say, ‘Keep out of Goldenrod for now and you won’t find any bodies up in your dumpsters.’”
“Ten years ago we had Barty and Nicola and the others. Real men and women, or both, in the case of Peculiar Paul.”
“Ten years ago I didn’t have so many cracks in my back.”
Pearl sighed and thumped his back a few times. “I don’t get why time has to go on. It seems that everything was better ten years ago. Except for the Naked Twister.”
Characters: Giovanni, Pearl, Cheech Shotgun, Little Six-Foot Geremio, o' Saglienne 'Ladder-Free', Sideways Santos- Argg! Just read it.
POV: N/A
Notes: Just something cute. BACK IN MY DAY...
“Twenty people and they still can’t catch the damned thing. I don’t believe it. I really don’t believe it.” She sighs and falls back into her chair. “I don’t ever recall having this problem twenty years ago!”
“It seems that agents today are not quite as competent, would you say?” He studies his coffee meditatively. The feather-brushed lines around his eyes crinkle. “We send twenty people to do what Cheech Shotgun could do by himself.”
“With only a bit of wire and his shotgun.”
“Yes. And in a few days at most, and more often than not, he actually captured the right Pokemon.”
“You don’t say, Boss! Little Six-Foot Geremio. You don’t see any of the new recruits like him, you know. First day of him graduating from training, and guess what, he shoots up right away to my office and says, and I quote, ‘Hello there hot stuff, you’re my new boss now so you want to see what I got?’”
“He said that?” Giovanni’s eyelids hitched themselves up a few times.
“Mmhmm. And I told him he could and sent him right off to nick me a few of the Milotic I wanted. And guess what? He came back with them and dumps the balls on my desk and tells me, ‘You got the sleekest pair I’ve ever seen on a babe.’”
Giovanni slowly sighed and rubbed his forehead. “We don’t get men like them these days anymore, Pearl. Now we seem to be sending out half the team for what one single old ‘o Saglienne ‘Ladder-Free’ could do.”
“I’ve seen these new kids work, and they work like decent people with morals!” Pearl snorted.
“Sideways Santos would roll over in all five of his graves,” he mourned. “If he could see what is happening with these recruits nowadays, he would leap off a fourteen-story building, well, at least he would if he could get up the stairs. His sideways leg always gave him trouble.”
“Do you remember Pickaxe Pieti?”
“No one doesn’t.” The Boss chuckled and sat back to for a walk down Senility Lane. Just look at him and then look at the rookies now. Most of them would not even finger a pick, and the rest wouldn’t know where to stick it.”
“Nicki ‘Big ears’ would certainly show them.”
“If he hadn’t been run over by that train, Pearl, he would have. Old Nicki, now he was a real agent. Came onto the mission like a slick of oil and just bang! Before anyone expected it, the entire museum went missing!” Giovanni sighed and fumbled through his drawer and pulled out an old water-stained photograph. “You remember this?”
“The Charity Masquerade Gala thirty-and-a-bit years ago! That was his last photo I’d wager, before the train incident!”
“Thirty or so years! And I was watching him on a mission, and he got it done, just like that-“ he snapped his fingers, “Before anyone got time to interfere. He wasn’t very strong and only had his trusty Caterpie on his team, but before anyone had a chance to dramatically point and yell ‘Team Rocket!’ he was back at the base!”
“They loiter around these days. Buncha bums.”
“A bunch of bums, but they still have nothing on Bummy Barty.” He snorted and finished his coffee. “Executive, go get me more coffee.”
“Nickels Nicola. That was a kiddo we could depend on.”
“Whatever the situation. Nicola, his flexibility and resourcefulness always astounded me. Will you go get the coffee?”
“The things he could do with a stick. Coffee? I don’t feel like it.”
“Fine. But Nicola… And it didn’t even have to be a long stick,” he sighed.
“But Bummy Barty.”
“One of the best plants I would say. Ever bit of gossip, every rumor, he piped everything back.”
“Yeah. Nowadays, these kids don’t tell you everything. They take out the bits they don’t think are important. Bummy never did anything stupid like that. Even though now I know more about the local plumber than I ever wanted to know.”
“Nicola ‘Rings’ would feed them to the fishes. Of course, now with the police’s equipment, we can’t dispose of bodies that way anymore…”
“Wasn’t it easier, Boss, when it was just you and me and a big ol’ cigar and the police didn’t know we were storing bodies in the grocery store?”
Giovanni sighed. “We actually have to pay attention now. No more black ink extortions.”
“Those were the days. Not that we aren’t toppin’ everything now, but back then, now that was easy flying. Now we have to actually blackmail and bribe at the same time. And do now how many dumpsters I had to go through to get the condom wrappers?”
“Pearl?”
“For the Head of the Police. I mean, for her indiscreet admirer, as you’re always saying.”
“Hmph! Ten years ago we could just go and say, ‘Keep out of Goldenrod for now and you won’t find any bodies up in your dumpsters.’”
“Ten years ago we had Barty and Nicola and the others. Real men and women, or both, in the case of Peculiar Paul.”
“Ten years ago I didn’t have so many cracks in my back.”
Pearl sighed and thumped his back a few times. “I don’t get why time has to go on. It seems that everything was better ten years ago. Except for the Naked Twister.”