Wish Upon a Star Shape

Mary: How dare you even utter their disgusting and foul name in the presence of PMC members?!

Jessie: Wait! Foul?!

James: How dare you curse the name of our well-respected organization?

Ken: Oh, boy. What brings you dunderheads here?

Ken: Time for us to get the pest.

Mary: Only we can be the best.

Ken/Mary: P! M! C!

Jessie: This is ridiculous. Where did those two crazy-looking Pokémon run to?

James: Darn that Phanpy. It's been disloyal to use from the get-go!

Meowth: There was a sense of loyalty to one of us. Anywhere this divining stick will show us which way they went.

James: Great! A new toy!

Jessie: I'm sure they're all paid on their dues too.

Ken: Mary, input the Cleffa's data into our Super GTS Pokémon-Tracking Device.

Mary: Right. Extraterrestrial Cleffa. Height: 30 centimetres. Weight: 3 kilograms. Last seen riding on Phanpy's back.

Ken: Voila! And there they are.

Mary: Ha! That's right. Identity of Cleffa and Phanpy verified.

Ken: Bravo! Shell we bring out our next mecha-marvel?

Mary: Oh, yes!

Jessie: Talking overkill.

James: Showing off's one thing, but this is ridiculous.

Jessie: Just us little old team of dunderheads.

James: Sometimes known as foul and disgusting.

Meowth: So pardon us as we foul up your plans.

Jessie: What's with the plunger?!

Ken: The time has come. We must now share our discovery with the world.

Ken: While legend has it that Cleffa came to Earth on shooting stars, in actuality, they've been coming here in spaceships.

James: So what if you have more money, better toys and matching jumpsuit? We've upgraded our Meowth balloon.

Meowth: To the robotic transformer model with rear seat cup holders.

James: One, two.

Jessie: Three, four.

Jessie/James: Team Rocket's who we're rooting for.

Jessie/James: One, two, three, four. Team Rocket's who we're rooting for.

Jessie/James: Red, blue, black, white, Team Rocket's gonna win this fight.

Ken: Alright, that's it. You've tried our patience to the limit with your low tech lameness. Now Mary, this is the perfect time to unveil our secret device.

Ken: Watch in amazement as we construct what a without a doubt the greats offensive device the PMC has ever created.

Jessie: Worried yet?

James: He's just bluffing.

Meowth: We're not afraid.

Ken: Behold! The Tri-tipped Dual-gripped Masher Monster!

Jessie: Enough. This hand-to-hand combat is going nowhere. Alright, Meowth, bring on the emergency back up bit.

Meowth: You got it. Preparing the hyperventilated carbon calibrated cannon. Fire! Okay, a bit anticlimactic.

James: Excuse me, but is anyone other then me feeling a draft?

Jessie: It does feel a brisk in here. Huh?

Jessie/James/Meowth: (Screaming)

Meowth: We're being taken apart piece by piece by those pesky Clefarian space balls!

Jessie: Ah! Now I remember! Those are the same little pink pirates we saw before.

Jessie/James/Meowth: Team Rocket's deflated again!