By Talia Pollock
Pokemon is not mine, it's c to Nintendo Gamefreak ETC.  I'm just a fan-fic writer.   All the characters in this story are mine, apart from Madame Boss and Tojepi.

HOW MADAME BOSS GOT T.R

Jim spun round suddenly. Julie followed his gaze. There was something moving in the bush. Jim silently crept closer and Julie, somehow knowing where the pokemon would run, stood to catch it as it fled from Jim. As Jim got closer, the pokemon pricked up it’s ears, hearing Jim’s heavy breath. It took one look, and fled. It fell head first into Julie’s arms, who then picked it up. The pokemon squirmed inside Julie’s clasped grip. It was a Tojepi. It screeched it’s annoying sounds. Jim grunted, then threw a pokeball.
"Go Buterfree!" As the pokemon popped out of it’s pokeball, it tried to retreat from the deafening screams of the Tojepi.
"Sleep Powder!" Jim screamed at the top of his lungs. Luckily, the Butterfree heard, and soon it seemed quit throughout the hot summer day.
"Jim, Julie" The two heard the bosses voice crackling through the intercom. "Come to my office straight away" The two looked at each other, then slowly walked the direction of the Team Rocket headquarters.

Finn glared at the people in front of him. He was angry. Why don’t you just quit if you’re useless, instead of waiting to be fired? Finn sighed, then said in a low-toned voice,
"YOUR FIRED!"
His accompanies gulped, and fell to their knees pleading for another chance, though they forgot about showing him their Tojepi. Another chance. Finn was tired of chances, they had had millions of chances. He looked down at the figures, feeling a little bit sorry for them.
"You heard me. You’re fired, no more chances, I bet you’ve beat the record of given chances to stay. But now there’s no chances. How are you a use to our team? I always have to bail you out of jail. And what do I get? A Rattata? I’m fed up of having to deal with you, now GET OUT!"
They sobbed silently as they left Finn’s office, throwing the sleeping Tojepi next to Finn’s desk. It rolled under, and was never seen again. Well, that was that done. Finn smiled at his Charmander by his side, warming the room. It was nice to have a pokemon by your side, though it wasn’t evil. Neither was Finn, really. He had to be boss, it was in his family. His Charmander knew that. And helped him plot a way to escape. Though guards always caught him. His guards. It was their job to make sure he stayed. Hmmph, why did he have to be forced to... hang on. Finn rang up the newspaper, to say there was a company for sale, and that the information was classified of what it was. It was an exellent idea.