Disclaimers: Pokemon is owned by Nintendo, Game Freak, Creatures, etc... Rose Rochester, Rocket City, and the Rocket City Gym are all property of me, Sforzie.
Notes: This is a follow-up to the first PSA. It's part of the whole Primary Colors slant, but is written in a script style... It's somewhat strange, but oh well... Enjoy!

P.S.A. #2
(Public Service Announcement #2)
By: Sforzie

((Setting Notes: The year is about 2024 or so. This takes place three months after the first PSA. The place is the laundry room in the Rochester mansion. Groovy.))

(James is standing in front of a washer and dryer, with a big pile of clothes in front of him. He's wearing what looks suspiciously like Jessie's old fuzzy bathrobe...)

JAMES: Hey, I'm totally out of clothes. Jessie made me wear this.

VOICE: What, no matching slippers?

JAMES: Hey, it was either this or a towel.

VOICE: Uh huh. I thought you had sons.

JAMES: They thought it was funny.

VOICE: Uh huh...well, time to start...

**A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT FROM THE MAYOR**

JAMES: Good evening, citizens of Rocket City. It's time for our nice, quartley Public Service Annoucement. Actually, it's laundry time. Today, in order to keep our fair city from suffering from the effects of dirty clothes, and also so that I have underwear to wear to work tomorrow, I will be talking about how to do laundry.

(James turns to look at the laundry machines.)

JAMES: Now, I help around the house when I can. I even do laundry sometimes. Hopefully, everyone knows by now that you wash the clothes in the washing machine.

VOICE: Uh, that's the dryer, sir.

(James looks at the dryer.)

JAMES: I-I knew that! I was getting to that part!

VOICE: Uh huh. I told you we should have kept the teleprompter.

JAMES: Lady Mayor wouldn't let me.

(James looks at the dryer again.)

JAMES: And that's the dryer.

JESSIE's VOICE: Score one for the mayor.

JAMES: Shh!

JESSIE's VOICE: Don't shh me!

(A laundry basket bounces off of James' head, and rolls out of sight.)

JAMES: Sorry, Jessie.

JESSIE's VOICE: You should be.

(James clears his throat.)

JAMES: Now, it's important to remember when washing clothes, that you need to seperate your flammables and non-flammables.

(A pause. Jessie's snickering can be heard. James blinks)

JAMES: I meant your colors and your whites. Colors should be washed.... umm....

(James fishes a card out from under the robe.)

JAMES: Colors should be washed on a cold setting. New colored clothes should be washed seperately from the other clothes to prevent bleeding. Which is true. Because, once I was forced to do laundry, and I accidentally washed Rose's uniform socks with the white clothes. I wore pink underwear for a long time after that.

JESSIE's VOICE: You're still wearing pink underwear, James.

(James looks down his robe and blushes.)

JAMES: I am!

JESSIE's VOICE: Idiot.

JAMES: Well, that was the last time I did laundry, up until now.

JESSIE's VOICE: It's also why I'm here now, making sure that you don't mess up.

JAMES: How comforting.

JESSIE's VOICE: Actually, some of my clothes are in that bunch, and I don't want to be wearing pink underwear.

JAMES: Right.

JESSIE's VOICE: Now, continue.

JAMES: Yes dear. Okay, for this time, we're gonna wash the whites. So I just get the whites...

(James looks around, then fishes through the laundry pile.)

JAMES: The whites.

(James picks up a big pile of clothes, and tosses it in.)

JAMES: Jeez, your underwear is heavy, Jessie.

JESSIE's VOICE: That's not mine, stupid!

(Notably, much of the clothes James has picked up are boxers. Several pairs are pink. The rest bear either smiley faces or roses. He picks up a thin white piece of cloth.)

JAMES: This isn't my thong, Jessie.

JESSIE's VOICE: JAMES!!

(Jessie stomps on camera, grabs the underwear, and stomps off.)

JAMES: Now. We put the water temp on medium... and turn it on... set it for the permanent press setting...

(James turns some dials on the washing machine.)

JAMES: And we add some detergent... and... turn on the water.

(James puts down the lid and turns on the washing machine. After a moment, a thunking is heard from inside the washer.)

JAMES: I think it's broken.

ROSE's VOICE: Hey, has anybody seen Raichu?

JESSIE's VOICE: Not since this morning.

JAMES: Umm...

(James looks at the washing machine. He opens it up. Raichu's head pops up, spinning around in the washer.)

RAICHU: Chhuuuu!!

ROSE's VOICE: Raichu! What are you doing in there?

JESSIE's VOICE: He must have been sleeping in the laundry.

JAMES: No wonder the laundry was so heavy.

RAICHU: Chuu!!! Chuu!!

ROSE's VOICE: Daddy, help him!

JAMES: Uhhh...uh... how do you turn this thing off?

RAICHU: CHUU!!!! RAAAAAIII!!!

JAMES: Uh...

RAICHU: CCHUUUUU!!!

(Raichu thundershocks the washing machine. It stops.)

JAMES: That...worked...

(Rose runs up, pulling Raichu out of the washing machine.)

ROSE: Oh, my poor Raichu!

RAICHU: Chaaaooo...

(Rose carries off Raichu. James watches them leave, then looks back at the camera.)

JAMES: Uh, now that the clothes is...washed, it needs to be dried.

(James picks something out of the washing machine.)

JAMES: Whaa? How is it dry already?

RAICHU's VOICE: Chhaaaoo...

JAMES: Oh. Raichu. That's right. Well, um. Do we have any back up laundry?

JESSIE's VOICE: No. Just fake it.

JAMES: Like you do?

(The laundry basket goes whizzing by, but James manages to duck.)

JESSIE's VOICE: Tonight, James, tonight.

JAMES: Um. Right.

(James clears his throat nervously and looks around.)

JAMES: Now what?

JESSIE's VOICE: The dryer.

JAMES: But the clothes are already dry!

JESSIE's VOICE: Then, fold the clothes! Hang up the good stuff!

JAMES: Right...

(James hastily pulls the clothes out of the washing machine. There are singe marks on some of the boxers.)

JAMES: Ew. Jessie, where are the hangers?

JESSIE's VOICE: I'll get them.

(Jessie appears on camera, and helps James fold his boxers. He tries to fold them nice like Jessie does, but fails repeatedly.)

JAMES: Jessie, I can't handle this laundry thing!

JESSIE: Sure you can.

JAMES: Maybe we should get Jim and Alex to do the laundry.

JESSIE: Bad idea.

JAMES: Why?

JESSIE: Last time they did the laundry, you ended up with a Furret in your pants.

JAMES: That's right.

(A cute, squirrley face drops down in front of the camera.)

FURRET: Furret! Furret!

(Furret jumps off the camera and skitters off. A few seconds later, it appears running back in the other direction, being chased by Alex. They go off camera, and then a few seconds after that, Furret appears, being chased by Alex, who is being chased by Raichu, who is being chased by Rose.)

(James sighs.)

JAMES: All I wanted was to show Rocket City how to do laundry! I didn't want to bring the circus along!

JESSIE: At least you're doing it realistically.

JAMES: Our children are hardly realistic.

JESSIE: Sure they are. You don't think that I'm the only one who does laundry in this house, do you?

JAMES: Umm... do we have a maid that does it?

JESSIE: No! I have Rose do it.

JAMES: That explains the Raichu hairs on my suits.

JESSIE: Yup.

VOICE: Sir, you only have a minute left.

JAMES: Oh. What were we talking about?

JESSIE: Laundry.

JAMES: Oh. What didn't I talk about yet?

JESSIE: Ironing.

JAMES: I don't know how to iron!

JESSIE: Well... how do you get Raichu hairs off your suits?

JAMES: I use your little roller brush thingy. And when that doesn't work, I use tape.

JESSIE: Tape?

JAMES: Yup. Those blue pieces of tape in your drawer under the sink.

JESSIE: James, those aren't tape pieces, they're my pore strips!

JAMES: Oh. That explains why they didn't work too well.

(Jessie growls, and James ducks.)

JAMES: I think I'm gonna have to start using bandaids instead of tape!

JESSIE: You're darn right you will!

(The camera fades as Jessie tackles James.)

**This has been a Public Service Announcement from the Mayor. Please join us again next quarter when the Mayor discusses how to bake cookies. Thank you.**

JAMES: Ow, Jessie, leave the Pokemon out of this!

FURRET:: Furret! Furret!

End...