Day 88: Lass Cathy

Cathy's hair clip began to vibrate.

"Agent 88, do you copy?"

"Agent 88 here."

"The Pinko has been spotted. Repeat, the Pinko is heading your way."

"Roger, Blood Falcon. How long do I have?"

 "He's fumbling with the wall maze, trying to find the way over to your location. Hard to say. Not long. Two minutes, tops. Hurry up."

"Shit! Okay, almost ready," she said. Cathy was not yet fully disguised. She hastily slipped into her tight-fitting schoolgirl outfit.

 "How the hell do kids stand wearing this every day?"

"That's why you were chosen, 88. You were the only one who looked the part."

"You mean I'm short," she grumbled past a sock she was holding in her teeth.

"And you look like a twelve year old."

"Fuck you."

"Nice talking to you, too. I got a newcomer coming in. That Youngster with the Ratata. Blood Falcon out. Yo! Champ in the making!"

"He forgot to turn off his mic, as usual," she thought as she pushed a button on the hair clip. She rushed out of the changing room, disguise complete. In a moment, she became a completely different person. She put on a bubbly smile and added a certain spring to her step, seemingly shaving 10 years off her age. Right on cue, the Pinko walked up to her.

“But I have strong and cute Pokemon!"

Stalin nodded and summoned his Bellsprout. As she sent out her Jigglypuff with an airy "Jiggly-Sue, I choose you!", she observed him out of the corner of her eye. He looked older than his age with his full handlebar mustache. His eyes were focused on the battle and did not seem to notice the woman grown that was his opponent; he was focusing more on her Jigglypuff. Somehow, without uttering a word, the Bellsprout knew to open with Stun Spore.

Jiggly-Sue fought off the spasms the best she could.
"C'mon, Jiggly-Sue! Use sing!" Cathy commanded. Jiggly-Sue expertly rattled off her melody, but the Bellsprout simply ignored it and gashed open her forehead with two Vine Whips, fainting her.
"Shit!" Cathy shouted. Stalin looked up from the battle, eyebrow raised.
"I mean, gee golly! Tee hee!" she said. She withdrew Sue and brought out Jiggly-Jill.
"You got it, Jiggly-Jill! Use defense curl!"

"That'll stop those nasty Vine Whips!" she said.

Again, with an uncanny silence, the Bellsprout used Stun Spore. And again, it gashed Jiggly-Jill with a few brutal Vine Whips.
"Defense Curl doesn't help against Vine Whip, does it, Jiggly-Jill. I'm so sorry!" she said as she withdrew it and brought out her final one.

"Jiggly-Peg, I'm counting on you! Use pound!"

This time Bellsprout went first, and like clockwork, opened with Stun Spore.

Dutifully, commanding her body to move, Jiggly-Peg threw herself on Bellsprout, crushing its leaves and sending them both to the ground. Prone as it was, the Bellsprout still shot its tendril-like vines with incredible velocity. Jiggly-Peg did not bleed, but began to bawl uncontrollablly.
"Oh dear, Jiggly-Peg. Come back, I'll get you healed!"

Stalin observed her intently.

“discouraged...

What to do...

Well... If I lose, I'll just try harder

next time!”

Stalin nodded in recognition, and began to walk off.

"Wait!" Cathy said. "You forgot to take your money!" she said, holding out her cash. Stalin took it and shook her hand respectfully, then headed off to places unknown. When he was out of sight, she breathed a sigh of relief, allowing her true age to leak out like a beer belly escaping a belt. Cathy knelt down and pushed a button on her hairclip.

"Blood Falcon, Blood Falcon, come in. This is 88."

"Did you do it?"

"Yes. Jiggly-Peg managed to bug his Bellsprout."

"Nice job. You can get out of those clothes now."

"I've never been more relieved to hear what you have to say in my life."

"Don't get used to it! Blood Falcon out."