Butch Versus Tex... Again
Tabby was just getting off work at the Pokčmon Center. She skipped along out of
the door with Tarquin following behind.
"It's so exciting to have a Mew now, isn't it, Tarkie?" Tabby chattered excitedly to
her Meowth. She was still enthralled with the mysterious Mew that had had flown into her kitchen
the other day and caught itself in one of her spare PokčBalls.
"So now you have," Tarquin listed off, "Jigglypuff, Oddish, Mew, and... me, of course."
"Ah, yes," Tabby nodded. "But I need more!"
"Why don't we go into the Dark Forest someday just by ourselves and see how
many we can get on our own?" Tarquin asked eagerly.
"Now, that would be interesting..." Tabby murmured.
"I told Tess I'd drop in and see her after we got done at the center," Tarquin said
after a pause.
"Yes, yes, go along," Tabby responded, smiling slightly. She simply adored her
Meowth, even if he abandoned her nearly every evening to see Tess, Merry Treat's petite and
"See ya later!" Tarquin called as he ran off on the well-trodden path to Merry
By this point, Tabby had forgotten about Pokčmon. Now, let's see, once I get
home I'll scan in those Tweeg pictures for my webpage. Then I can try reorganizing my room a
bit. And then go over to Sugarberry's for supper, she plotted out to herself.
All of a sudden, Tabby was aware of hoofsteps coming up behind her. She whirled
around to face... Butch? Hmm, what was he doing in Dream Valley? He spent most of his time
out in that shack of his in the Dark Forest. Tabby hoped this confrontation didn't have anything
to do with the "evil" (in her opinion) duck he owned. "What do you want?" she queried
"Oh, I thought you were Tamara," the dark blue stallion mumbled. "Sorry, Tabby."
He turned to walk away.
"Was that meant as an insult towards me?!" Tabby demanded.
"Oh, no, not really," Butch said quickly.
" ‘Not really'?" Tabby shrieked in outrage.
"Never mind that," Butch said distantly, turning away again. However, he abruptly
stopped and faced Tabby. "Say, does Tamara ever mention me?"
Tabby was still a bit miffed from Butch's so-called "insult" towards her. "I might
be able to give out that information, depending on your reason," she said haughtily.
"I just want to know-- what she thinks of me," Butch stuttered.
"Oh," Tabby said thoughtfully. "To tell you the truth, she's never mentioned you."
Butch looked crestfallen. "Well, then, I'll just have to see her myself."
"She's seeing Tex at the Satin Slipper Sweet Shoppe tonight, so she won't be home
after five," Tabby informed him. What was all this talk of Tamara? Unless...
Butch sighed. "She still sees a lot of him, doesn't she?"
Tabby's eyes lit up as her suspicion was confirmed. "You're in love with Tamara,
aren't you?" she declared dramatically.
"I didn't say that!" Butch protested, and then paused. "But-- oh-- you're right."
"And you want Tex out of the picture so you can have her all to yourself," Tabby
Butch cleared his throat. "Umm... yes."
Tabby contemplatively walked onwards for several moments, her eyes glued to the
ground in front of her. "I know exactly how to help both me and you out," she finally
"What would you get out of it?" Butch eyed her suspiciously.
"Just think, if, say, Tamara ever marries Tex," Tabby began to explain. "Can you
imagine what the name ‘Tex' would look like on my family tree?!"
"Rather short, I reckon," Butch decided.
Tabby sighed. "He's my arch-enemy. I must uphold the family name!" she said
"Tamara doesn't have your last name, and you've never liked yours, anyway,"
Butch pointed out.
Tabby gave him a sideways glance. Somebody was always making fun of her
dramatic lines. "It's the principle of the thing!" she blustered. "I don't want Tex to be a relation
to me in any way, shape, or form."
"Oh," Butch nodded, still not getting the gist of Tabby's speech.
"So, you see, if you can get that cousin of mine to forget about Tex-- voila! My
worries are gone!" Tabby said.
"Interesting theory," Butch commented. "Do you think I actually have a chance
Tabby winked at him broadly. "Trust me; of course you have a chance. After all, I
am her cousin. Now, I know just what you need to make her start thinking more of you. I'll just
have to find it..."
Butch breathed a sigh of relief. At least Tabby was being cooperative with him,
even if her logic was a bit trivial.
Tabby ran ahead; they were now near her house. She jumped up the porch steps.
"I'll be right back," she promised, opening the door and swiftly disappearing inside before Butch
could get in another word.
Tabby glanced up the hallway. Now, what was it I was going to get? she
momentarily pondered to herself. Oh, yes! The necklace! She headed up the stairs and
into her room.
Once there, she tried to remember what in the world she'd done with that precious
emerald necklace of Tamara's. Tamara had taken it off in the house once, but Tarquin had found
it and given it to Tess. Tamara was heart-broken after it was lost. Tess, however, discovered
afterwards that the necklace was Tamara's, and had given it to Tabby to give back to her cousin.
However, that was weeks ago; and as far as Tabby remembered the necklace was still floating
somewhere around her room, wherever she'd placed it the evening Tess gave it to her.
Usually, Tabby would've just forgotten about giving the necklace back to Tamara
altogether-- not because she liked it and wanted it for herself, but because her cousin was never
around when she thought about it. However, this necklace might help Butch out in catching
Tamara's eye, and therefore be valuable in keeping Tex off her family tree.
After digging around in her desk drawers, her containers for keeping My Little
People accessories, and on her bookshelf, Tabby had failed to unearth the precious necklace.
"Argh! It's got to be here!" she wailed in despair. "I was sure I'd stuck it in with my people
She finally noticed a promising sight: light glinting off a golden chain just showing
from underneath Tabby's bed. Tabby triumphantly snatched the brilliant necklace studded with
beautiful emeralds up in her hoof. "I knew it was here," she said smugly. This was Tamara's
necklace, all right. Tabby didn't know exactly how it'd gotten under her bed, but she suspected
Callie might have batted it under there in one of her playful spurts.
Tabby skimmed back down the stairs and out the front door, displaying the fine
jewelry piece to Butch, who was still waiting outside. "Here. Tamara'll be eternally grateful to
you if you give her this," she said triumphantly, handing it over to him.
Butch held it up in the light. "It's certainly pretty. Is it something you own?"
"Oh, no, it's actually Tamara's. But she lost it, and has been desperately searching
for it for months. I just happened to run across it this morning," Tabby fibbed nonchalantly.
"You said something about her being at the Satin Slipper Sweet Shoppe tonight?"
Butch questioned, tucking the necklace away for safekeeping.
"She's meeting Tex there," Tabby clarified. "However, I know Tamara will get
there earlier than Tex. She always does. You just have to make sure you give the necklace to her
before Tex arrives, and he'll be the last stallion on her mind."
"And what time is ‘early'?" Butch furrowed his brow.
"Oh, probably five-twenty," Tabby assured him. "It'll work out great; you have
nothing to fear."
"But what'll she do when Tex does get there?" Butch demanded.
"Don't worry; you'll have me backing you up," Tabby winked again, heading back
up the porch steps.
Butch sighed. Somehow, that didn't exactly make him feel confident.
* * *
Butch arrived at the Satin Slipper Sweet Shoppe at five-fifteen, to be on the safe
side of catching Tamara early. He waited. And waited. And waited...
"Can I help you with anything?" Scoops finally questioned.
Butch shook his head. "No... I'm waiting for someone."
The clock on the wall finally hit five-thirty. Butch groaned. He knew he shouldn't
have taken Tabby's advice... except for the necklace. Now, that might have been a good idea
after all. He pulled it out and inspected it... and suddenly, he was aware of two ponies entering
"Oh, Tex, it was so nice of you to let me work with you at the salsa shop today,"
Tamara's voice bubbled excitedly.
"Next time, I'll let you try your hoof at actually mixing up a batch of salsa," Tex
Butch stiffened. Now he knew he shouldn't have taken Tabby's advice. Tex and
Tamara appeared not to notice him as they walked right by him on their way to a table. Butch
glared at his arch-enemy from a distance while pondering what he was going to do to Tabby the
next time he saw her.
However, he didn't get time to decide. At that moment, Tabby's piercingly-cheerful
voice cut into his thoughts. "Hey-hey-hey, Butch! Whatcha doin' just hanging around,
Butch cast the pink unicorn an annoyed glance. "Look for yourself," he muttered,
pointing towards the booth Tamara and Tex had picked out.
"O-o-o-oh," Tabby nodded slowly in recognition. "Well, I told you to get here
"I did get here early," Butch hissed. "They got here together. Is that
what you told me?!"
"Well," Tabby said after a pause, "I don't see why you can't still give the necklace
to Tamara with Tex there. Why, you can even give him a piece of your mind while you're
Butch glanced at her murderously. "Can I really listen to you this time?"
"Of course," Tabby said sweetly. "Tamara is my cousin. It'll work out great.
Now, go!" She gave him an abrupt shove towards the booth. "And remember, I'll be here to
back you up!" With another wink, she was quickly off to join up with the rest of the gang.
By this time, Tex and Tamara had noticed something was up. Butch put a stiff
expression on his face as he realized it was too late to back out now. He began walking the rest
of the short distance to the booth.
"Hello there on this fine evening, Tamara," Butch addressed Tabby's cousin. "I've
been meaning to--"
Tamara swiveled her head around in surprise. "Butch? What are you doing
"Yes," Tex said, eyeing Butch coolly, "do tell."
Ignoring Tex's comment, Butch looked towards Tamara and outstretched a hoof
towards her, on which rested her beloved emerald necklace. "I found this, Tamara, and heard it
belonged to you," he said cordially. "I thought you'd probably want it back."
Tamara squealed in delight. "My necklace! My lost necklace!" She primly took
the item from Butch's hoof. "Butch, however did you find it?"
"Never mind about that," Butch said quickly. "Here, let me help fasten it." He
came to Tamara's rescue as she was fumbling around with the necklace latch, and in a smooth
motion secured the difficult fastener.
"And just how do we know you didn't get the necklace by... stealing?"
Tex asked accusingly.
"What would I have to gain from stealing a necklace just to give it back to the
owner?" Butch said icily.
Both stallions knew exactly what they would have to gain, but remained silent.
Tamara gave them both a demure look. "Now, Tex," she said reprimandingly, "I wholeheartedly
agree with Butch. There's no reason of blaming him of thievery when he never did anything in
the first place. Butch, why don't you sit down?"
As Butch slipped into the seat next to Tamara, he realized Tabby had been right
about the necklace-- he sure was winning Tamara over with it. Tex continued to glare at his
Tamara was seemingly oblivious to the tension in the air. "Butch, I'm so glad you
found my necklace for me." She looked at him adoringly. "How can I ever repay you?"
"Wait just a sec--" Tex started.
"All I ask is a date with you tomorrow night, Tamara," Butch said smoothly,
chancing a triumphant glance at Tex.
"Name the time and the place, and I'll be there!" Tamara beamed.
Tex was in no position to say any more against Butch-- he couldn't risk having
Tamara think even less of him then. He simply sank into a moody silence.
"Can you get to Wig Wam's casino in the evening... eight o' clock, let's say?"
Butch went on.
"That sounds wonderful," Tamara gushed. "I've always wanted to go there... Tex
never brought up the idea, though." She paused to look over at Tex meaningly. "Can you pick
me up at my house, Butch?"
"Of course. I wouldn't do any less for such a fair lady as you," Butch said in a
"Tamara," Tex interrupted, "I was taking you to the Estate Manor tomorrow
"Oh, you won't mind if I back out just this once, will you, Tex?" Tamara said in her
"Sure. Waste your time with that loser," Tex muttered to himself.
"What was that you just said?" Tamara asked sharply.
"Umm, nothing," Tex said quickly.
"I believe you were saying something degrading about Butch again," Tamara said
primly. "Well, you'll just have to get over that. Butch, will you walk me home now?" She
fluttered her eyelashes at the blue stallion.
"Why, certainly, Tamara." Butch took her hoof in his, and the two companionably
exited the shop, leaving Tex alone at the table.
"He should have stayed in Bolivia after I'd dealt with him," Tex scowled.
* * *
Late the next afternoon, Tabby was in the middle of a strange scene in her living
room; she was surrounded by creatures of all sorts: a cream-colored cat walking upright on his
hind legs; a small blue ball-shaped creature with long, green leaves apparently sprouted out of its
head; a sphere-shaped pink animal with large, blue eyes; and a dainty,
pale pink cat.
No, it wasn't an alien invasion; these were just her Pokčmon. In previous months,
she had kept them in PokčBalls most of the time; however, Tabby had discovered how fun it was
just to sit down and have a conversation with all of them. Tabby was currently shrieking with
laughter over a story she was telling them. "...so, Clever Clover answered that Friendly
All the Pokčmon were chortling with laughter after hearing the full account.
That's the way to deal with salesmen! Oddish said in her own Pokčmon-language,
which Tabby could easily understand now.
Tabby, you've been very secretive over something since last night. What's
up? Mew questioned, abruptly changing the subject.
"Secretive?" Tabby opened her eyes wide in innocence. "What do you mean by
Mew's right, Oddish agreed. You keep grinning to yourself for no
reason. You always do that when you have something up your sleeve.
"I suppose I can confide in you guys," Tabby said reluctantly. "Just don't tell
anybody else-- why, if Sugarberry found out, I know she'd be disappointed in me." She paused.
"Well, I guess I've already done a zillion things she didn't approve of; but, that's not the
What is the point? Jigglypuff demanded.
"It's simply to uphold the good family name," Tabby explained.
Tarquin groaned. "Tabby, does this have anything to do with the fact that Tamara
is going out with Butch tonight?" (Tarquin was Tabby's only Pokčmon who could speak
"I'm only getting Tamara to forget about Tex, lest he somehow get on my family
tree," Tabby said in defense.
O-oh! Clever idea, if I know what you're talking about! Mew said
"I just know it'll work out for me," Tabby said confidently.
What about for Tamara? Jigglypuff prodded.
"It'll work out for her, too," Tabby assured him. "She'll be better off with Butch.
He's a zillion times better than Tex."
If you think so highly of Butch, maybe you should be the one to start
dating him, Oddish tittered.
Tabby gave Oddish a sharp glance. "I would never--"
"--because you're already in love with Thomas," Tarquin finished for her.
"Hmpf." Tabby simply tossed her mane back as she got up from her seat on the
couch. "Come to the kitchen, guys. We must prepare our own supper tonight, as Sugarberry
isn't home this evening."
Are you going to ruin the main course like you did last time? Jigglypuff
couldn't help but ask.
"No," Tabby said confidently, "because we're going to have cold, leftover
* * *
"Next time I should leave more leftovers," Tabby sighed a little later as she and her
Pokčmon made their way to the Satin Slipper Sweet Shoppe.
Oddish stole half my piece, Jigglypuff complained.
That's because my piece was very small, Oddish defended herself.
And that's because there was not enough leftover chicken for all of us,
"I'm sorry..." Tabby apologized.
It's okay, Oddish consoled her. We're just glad you're buying us all
ice cream to make up for it.
"Well, yes, it's the least I can do," Tabby agreed.
Why, look! Mew suddenly exclaimed excitedly. Up ahead! I believe
it's a Hitmonlee!
"A Hitmonlee?" Tabby gasped. Why, yes, ahead of them on their path-- walking
the same direction they were-- was a muscular brown figure, similar to a human in shape, but with
a rounded upper torso that engulfed his head.
He has his back turned to us, Jigglypuff added. Let's get in a quick
"Right!" Tabby nodded her head quickly in agreement. "Tarquin, go get hi--" She
paused. "Wait, no, Tarkie. You're weak to fighting."
Decide quick, Oddish urged. He might get away, or else notice us
and get in the first kick.
Tabby, however, stopped in silence for several more moments. "Mew, you go get
him!" she finally decided. "He ought to be weak to psychic-types like you."
What attack should I use on him first? Mew questioned, eyeing her
"Umm... umm... just use your strongest funny mysterious psychic power!"
Tabby exclaimed suddenly. "Just do something, Mew! He's almost out of sight!"
"All right..." Mew started floating towards the tough-looking Pokčmon. However,
just then he turned, showing his large, beady black eyes.
"So much for the surprise attack," Tarquin gulped.
"Hit... mon... lee!" the Pokčmon cried, leaping towards Mew with a long leg
outstretched, prepared to kick out at her.
Mew, agile as she was, expertly jumped out of the way. She floated silently in air,
appearing to be concentrating heavily on something.
Yeah! Go, Mew! Oddish cheered.
You can knock ‘im out! Jigglypuff cried.
"What's she doing?" Tabby asked softly, eyeing her Mew.
"Preparing to attack, I think," Tarquin said.
Just as Hitmonlee was preparing to attack again, he was suddenly surrounded by a
strange, purple glow. Confusion showed in his eyes as he was suddenly lifted into the air, unable
Mew patiently remained in her present position with her eyes closed. All of a
sudden, the purple aura that surrounded Hitmonlee began to suddenly move him backwards. He
hit hard into a large tree-trunk, and dropped to the ground. His eyes slowly closed. "Mon...
lee..." he murmured weakly.
Catch him, now! Mew instructed, opening her eyes.
"Here goes nothing..." Tabby took out an empty PokčBall and aimed to throw it at
the still form of the Hitmonlee. It hit him straight on the head, and he was engulfed in the strange
red glow which emanated from the ball. He disappeared into it in a blinding flash of light.
Tabby watched in apprehension as the ball slowly tottered around over the ground,
a red light still showing on it. The light finally shut off. "I got a Hitmonlee!" she cried jubilantly,
running towards the PokčBall and picking it up in her hoof. "I never really thought about wanting
one; but, hey, I'm not complainin'!"
It was a simple task, Mew said modestly.
"And now that he's mine," Tabby said happily, "I'll get him out again so we can all
get acquainted." She held the PokčBall high. "Alright, Hitmonlee, come on out!"
The brown fighting Pokčmon reappeared in another flash of red light. "Hitmonlee,"
he said grudgingly.
"Aw, it's okay," Tabby said, patting her new Pokčmon on the back. "You'll do
fine with me as your trainer."
Hitmonlee still looked rather gloomy; but, he did know that he had been fairly
defeated and walked along with Tabby and the rest of the Pokčmon as they continued their
journey to get to the Satin Slipper Sweet Shoppe.
"So, Mr. Hitmonlee, what were ya doin' out in Dream Valley?" Tabby asked
"Monlee," he replied regretfully.
"Gosh!" Tabby said in surprise. To Tarquin, she whispered, "What'd he say? I
haven't picked up on the Hitmonlee language yet, ya know."
"He said... he said he was on his way to get ice cream," Tarquin translated in
"Hit... mon," Hitmonlee nodded.
Why, Hitmonlee, this is the best thing in the world that could have happened to
you! Oddish exclaimed.
That's exactly where we were headed when we ran across you-- to the Satin
Slipper Sweet Shoppe, Mew added.
"Hitmon?" The Pokčmon apparently perked up.
And Tabby goes there every night, Oddish went on. If you like the
Satin Slipper Sweet Shoppe, Tabby's the perfect trainer for you!
"Hitmonlee! Hitmonlee!" he exclaimed joyously. "Hitmon! Hitmonlee!"
"Yep, I think we're going to get along quite well," Tabby said to her new
Hitmonlee. "Why, here we are already at the good ol' Satin Slipper Sweet Shoppe!"
And so, the rather mish-matched group entered the shop-- chicken leftovers and
Mews getting in the way of ice cream forgotten.
* * *
However, another soul already in the Satin Slipper Sweet Shoppe was not happy at
all. Tex gloomily stared down into his ice cream. There was no Tamara to share the evening with
tonight. And all because of that Butch, he thought bitterly to himself. As if he
hasn't done enough already, and now he has to go and try to steal Tamara from me.
Tex was just about to come across a valuable ally in his new battle against Butch,
though. As it happened, Tiffany passed by the table he was sitting at right then. "Good evening,
Tex," she greeted him cordially. "Tamara running late tonight?"
"She's off with Butch..." Tex mumbled.
"Butch?" Tiffany's eyes flew wide open. "Butch? What is she doing with
Tex scowled. "They're at Wig Wam's casino."
Tiffany was still a bit shocked over this piece of news, and took the liberty of taking
the seat across from Tex. "Now, how did it happen that Tamara decided to go with Butch
tonight?" she demanded.
"Well, he stopped by our table last night, and gave her that necklace she'd lost,"
Tex sighed. "That really won her over; and, well, now she's at the casino with him."
"Something has got to be done about this," Tiffany said firmly. "Tamara can't end
up with Butch. She just can't! Why, Butch, he just-- he just lives in a dilapidated shack in the
forest." She shuddered at the thought. "We can't let Tamara get involved with someone like
"I already know that," Tex said regretfully.
"Since she is an honorary princess, it would make all of us princesses look terrible if
word gets out one of us is seeing a shady stallion from the Dark Forest!" Tiffany continued.
"I remember the night she was declared a princess." Tex smiled at the memory.
Tiffany was silent for several moments, thinking. "Now, you say they're at Wig
Wam's casino," she finally said. "Has Tamara ever mentioned that place before?"
"No," Tex shook his head. "She did hint last night, though, that she'd always
wanted to go there."
"Then, I think the course of action is obvious," Tiffany declared. "You must top
whatever Butch does."
"And how do I do that?" Tex demanded.
"Buy her a necklace that's even better and more expensive than the one Butch gave
back to her last night," Tiffany started.
"That'll win her back?" Tex asked skeptically.
"You'll have to go further than that," Tiffany continued. "Fly her to Las Vegas for
"Las Vegas?" Tex echoed.
"Of course," Tiffany said knowledgeably. "If she likes gambling, she'll have even
more of a blast in Las Vegas than at Wig Wam's little place."
"Tiffany, you're exactly right!" Tex exclaimed. "That's great advice. Butch won't
be able to beat that! I've really got to look into this now. Good evening!" With that, he abruptly
got up from his chair and left the shop.
"I can pick a necklace out for her, if you'd like," Tiffany called after him. "You can
just pay me back later."
"Yes, do that, please!" Tex replied, stepping out the door.
* * *
Early the next morning, while Tabby was still preparing for work, the doorbell rang.
Tabby set down her hairbrush. Who could it be at this time of day? she mused to herself
as she trotted downstairs to the door. Unless Sugarberry has found out about my scheme
and has come to... Tabby gulped at the thought.
Luckily for Tabby, however, it was only the mysterious cloaked flower deliverer
standing on the porch. "A delivery for Miss Tamara," the figure said simply as he pulled a long,
white box from a concealed place in his cloak.
"Tamara, eh?" Tabby mused as she took the white floral box from him. The flower
deliverer gave a quick nod and disappeared from the porch and into his delivery cart in the blink
of an eye. Tabby didn't think anything of this; she had gotten used to his mysterious ways.
Walking back into the house and closing the door, Tabby couldn't resist looking
into the box to see who had sent the flowers. She was hoping it was Butch.
Lifting off the lid revealed a large bouquet of brilliantly-colored chrysanthemums.
Tabby skimmed over the attached card and smiled in satisfaction. Yes, they were from Butch as a
gift to Tamara.
Tabby quickly put the card and lid back in place as she heard Tamara's hoofsteps
coming down the stairs. "Was that the doorbell I heard?" Tamara questioned, yawning.
"Ah, yes. The flower deliverer dropped off these for you," Tabby explained,
shoving the box into Tamara's hooves, and waiting around expectantly.
"Oh? Flowers?" Tamara's ears perked up as she peeked into the box. "Aren't
they beautiful?" she gasped, pulling the bouquet up into the air.
"Who'd you get them from?" Tabby prodded. She had to find out what Tamara's
opinion on Butch was by now.
"Butch," Tamara replied dreamily, sticking her nose into the bouquet and inhaling
"Butch? Is that who you were with last night?" Tabby interrogated.
"Yes. We had a wonderful time at Wig Wam's casino," Tamara sighed happily.
"I'm not a half-bad gambler."
"Mmm," Tabby said thoughtfully. "What's with seeing Butch all of a sudden?"
"I've only gone out with him once, Tabby," Tamara said primly. "Although... he is
rather fun to be with." She let out a high-pitched giggle.
"We'll just see how long it takes until you get sick of him," Tabby said in a bored
" ‘Get sick of him'!" Tamara sniffed. "Oh, Tabitha!"
Tabby just retreated to the kitchen. She hoped her taunting would have the desired
effect. Now that Tamara thought Tabby believed her obsession with Butch wouldn't last long,
Tamara was bound to stick with him longer!
* * *
"You will never guess where I'm going, Tabitha! You'll just never guess!" Tamara
squealed in an over-excited tone as her cousin got back home from the Pokčmon Center.
Tabby paused for several moments, thinking. She hated questions like that. "Just
tell me," she finally said, impatiently.
"Tex just came over and said he's taking me to Las Vegas for the weekend!"
"Tex?" Tabby opened her eyes wide. "Las Vegas?"
"Yes! Oh, this is just so thrilling, I can't stand it--"
"That is one of my lines," Tabby informed her loftily. "Don't use it too often."
Tamara raised an eyebrow. "I had no idea you had your lines copyrighted,
"You're not going to do anything... rash there, are you?" Tabby gulped.
" ‘Rash'?" Tamara raised as eyebrow. "What do you mean by that?"
"Anything besides... gambling?" Tabby squeaked.
Tamara eyed her cousin strangely. "We'll eat, of course. Anyway--" She reverted
back to her high-pitched voice. "--I must go and call Tiffany and all the other princesses and--
well, anybody else I can think of-- right away!" Tamara giddily ran into the living room.
With Tamara out of her sight, Tabby stood in the hallway for several moments,
waiting for her heart to stop beating so hard. Tex, taking her to Las Vegas for a weekend? Tex
hadn't been that jealous of Butch taking Tamara out that one night, had he? They weren't going
to get married in Las Vegas, were they?
Tabby scurried into the kitchen. Tamara hadn't sounded as if she was hiding
something, but you never knew. She must try to do something! Tarquin was already in the
kitchen, checking on the supply of cherry pie filling. Normally, this was the time of day Tabby
would get all her Pokčmon out, but she was too annoyed with Tex at the moment. However, she
had an idea.
"Tarquin," she said to her Meowth sweetly, "I need your help."
Tarquin quickly slammed shut a cupboard door and jumped down to the ground.
"What with this time?" he queried.
"With the Tamara scheme," Tabby explained quickly. "Tex is taking her to Las
Vegas for the weekend and we must do something about it!!"
"Oh," Tarquin nodded knowledgeably. "Want me to claw him over the face or
"Hmm, that might work, but not now-- it might get complicated," Tabby
considered. "I want you to go talk to Tamara's Persian while she's busy on the phone-- while
Tamara's busy on the phone, that is."
"I can do that..." Tarquin said thoughtfully. "What am I supposed to say?"
"You must convince her to convince Tamara that she must not go with Tex to Las
Vegas-- or anywhere, after this-- at any cost," Tabby said. "Persian doesn't like Tex much either,
"Alright, I'll try." Tarquin noticed the urgency in his trainer's voice and slipped out
of the kitchen and up the stairs to Tamara's room (formerly his room) where Persian
always hung out.
"Persian?" Tarquin said quietly as he discreetly entered the room.
The sleek white cat Pokčmon was napping on the windowsill. What do you ask
of me this time? she yawned in her Pokčmon-speech while lazily opening an eye.
"We know you don't like Tex all that well," Tarquin began.
He is a low-class peasant. I have no need to be bothered with talk of
him, Persian said in dismissal.
"But what about talk of getting him out of the picture?" Tarquin said coaxingly.
That I might listen to. Persian elegantly leaped onto the soft carpeting of
the room. You have a plan?
"Tabby has a plan," Tarquin corrected. "The plan is for Tamara to begin seeing
Butch and forget about Tex."
Interesting prospect, Persian purred. Tamara was talking to herself
about a certain Butch last night. Exactly what would I do?
"Tex doesn't like the fact of Butch intruding on his territory, and is taking Tamara
to Las Vegas for the weekend," Tarquin supplied.
Las Vegas... Tamara did not mention anything of marriage, did she?
"Well... I don't know. That's why it's necessary that you try to convince her that
Butch is better than Tex."
Very well, Persian concluded. I shall try to get across to Tamara.
Please leave me in peace now; the afternoon rays of sun are fast disappearing and I cannot
afford to miss my sun-bathing today. In a fluid motion, she jumped back into the windowsill
and made herself comfortable, obviously closing the conversation.
Tarquin shrugged and walked downstairs to update Tabby. He had tried, and
hopefully Persian would, too.
* * *
"I'm leaving for Vegas tomorrow with Tex!" Tamara squealed to Persian later that
night as she hunted through her closet. "This will be one fantastic weekend!"
Persian snootily stuck her nose in the air in distaste and walked away from Tamara,
trying to get her message across: You needn't waste time with that stallion.
"I'll have to take all my best jewelry... and make-up," Tamara hummed to herself
"Per-sian!" Persian yowled.
Tamara glanced over at her Pokčmon. "I hope you're not going to start screaming
like that as a habit."
Persian ground her teeth. It was a simple message: Tex is boring!
"I do hope Tabby will take good care of you while I'm gone," Tamara said,
flopping down on her bed. "And please don't pick up any bad habits from that Tarquin. That's
not where you're getting the yowling from, is it?"
Persian let out a low growl. "Per-per-sian." Listen to Tabby. Tex is evil. And
if you marry him, I'm going to scratch you over the face.
"Goodnight, Persian," was all Tamara said as she switched off her bedside lamp.
Sometimes... Persian muttered under her breath.
* * *
The weekend passed slowly for Butch, and quickly for Tabby. Butch was
depressed from having Tamara gone. Tabby had convinced herself that Tamara was not planning
on marrying Tex in Las Vegas, so she busied herself hanging out with the rest of the gang in the
Bushwoolie holes watching Friendly play computer games, or else bragging about her new
Hitmonlee. Why, she'd almost forgotten about the current situation with Tex and Butch.
That is, until Tamara got home late Sunday evening. She was flushed with
excitement as she came home that night, lugging her suitcase. She was bubbling over with details
to Tabby as soon as she walked in the door. Tabby went quite pale in the face, desperately
hoping Tamara had no earth-shattering news to share.
"My room in the hotel was positively spacious, Tabby! You wouldn't believe the
space. I simply adore big-city living-- not that I don't like Dream Valley, of course. Gambling
the days away..." Tamara's eyes got a far-off, dreamy look on her face. "...with Tex by my side."
(Author's note-- Tex and Tamara were not sharing a room. They each had one of their
"Eh... eh... oh, for Pete's sake, Tamara, you didn't marry Tex, did you?!" Tabby
finally came straight-out and demanded.
"You do get the strangest delusions, Tabitha," Tamara sighed.
Tabby smiled to herself. At least that was cleared up now, and she could go back
to her regular taunting. "Las Vegas is so... is so... is so..." Tabby groped for the right word.
"Busy? Fascinating? Wonderful?" Tamara supplied.
"It's so... un-classy," Tabby frowned. "I can't believe you spent a weekend there."