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Creole Lady Marmalade
"So this is where Jessie works, eh?" Ash said, looking up at the sign on the nightclub. "The Moulin Rouge?"
"Yep," James said. "Jessie said it's not exactly the best place to bring your children, but it's better than what Giovanni tried to do to her."
"Come on, I wanna see what she does here," Misty said.
Ash, Misty, Brock, Wilhemina, James, and Meowth walked in.
The Moulin Rouge was huge dance hall, almost filled to the brim with dancers and spectators.
"Hey, there's Jessie!" Ash said, pointing.
Jessie was dressed in a black butterfly shirt, complete with sequins, tight bell-bottoms blue jeans, and high-heeled black boots.
"Hey, Jessie!" James called, waving his arm.
Jessie waved back, then mouthed, 'Gotta go', and went to her work.
The band started up, and all of a sudden the room fell quiet. Creeping in from the sides and shadows, the dancers, including Jessie, started in.
"Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?"
"What kind of job is…" Ash started.
"Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, flow sista!"
the girls chanted. "Hey sista, go sista…"Jessie's new boss, a fat man named Harold, burst through the doors, followed by even more dancers. "If life's an awful bore…"
"Soul sista, flow sista!"
"And life is just a chore that we do…"
"Hey sista, go sista!"
"'Cause death's not much fun…"
"Go, sista, giuchie, giuchie, ya ya dada!"
"I have just the antidote, and though I mustn't gloat. At the Moulin Rogue, you'll have fun! Just scratch that little niggle. Have a little wiggle!"
Jessie and the other girls suddenly formed a line in front of the audience. "Creole Lady Marmalade!"
"Moulin Rouge!"
Every performer in the room screamed.
The girls joined hand and leaned forward, shaking their bodies. "Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir? Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?"
James, Meowth, Ash, Misty, Brock, and Wilhemina were surprised to see well-dressed men start singing as well. "Here we are now. Entertain us! We feel stupid and contagious!"
Harold broke through the crowd, and the girls assembled in a group behind him as he sang. "Got some dark desire? Love to play with fire? Why not let it rip!" The girls struck poses. Live a little bit!"
The well-dressed men started in again. "Here we are now. Entertain us!"
The girls once again formed a line. "Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?"
A wrestler-type man broke through the line and punched with each word. "'Cause we can cancan!"
Harold opened and umbrella. "Outside it may be raining." He threw the umbrella aside. "But in here it's entertaining! The Moulin Rouge is the place to be…'cause we can cancan! Yes, we can cancan!"
"Here we are now," the well-dressed men started in again. "Entertain us!"
"Outside things may be tragic, but in here, we feel it's magic!" Harold sang out. "Yeah! Who-o-o-o-oa!"
The music stopped abruptly, and then the girl's threw up their arms.
"'Cause we can cancan!"
This time, the girls went forward and grabbed a man to dance with. Jessie, luckily, managed to nab James.
"Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, flow sista, hey sista, go sista, soul sista, flow sista!"
The girls pushed the guys away. "Giuchie, giuchie, ya ya, dada. Giuchie, giuchie, ya ya here!"
"Because we can cancan!" Harold was at it again. "Yes, we can cancan!"
The girls formed a line, winked, and blew a kiss. "Creole Lady Marmalade!"
"Because we can cancan! Yes, we can cancan! Yes, we can!"
A black-haired boy in the back yelled, "'Cause it's good for your mind!"
The girls threw their arms in the air. "Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, flow sista! Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?"
"Cancan!" Harold shouted. It echoed throughout the hallways of the Moulin Rouge as the music faded away and the girls disappeared without a trace.
Jessie reappeared an hour later, rubbing her face with a damp cloth.
"So, how did I do?"
James, Meowth, Ash, Misty, Brock, and Wilhemina stared at her. Then all at once, they said, "OH. MY. GOD."
Jessie smiled and rubbed the back of her head. "This is only temporary…"
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