The Rocket is swearing loudly and fluently, trying to pry the squealing rodent off his head, without dislodging his hat. His Xatu is flapping anxiously behind him and a faint pink glow appears around the rattata as the psychic bird pokemon joins forces in its removal.

Finally, though, they manage to remove the purple pokemon from his head and the Rocket hurls it back at Dimitri.

"Fine! Take your rat!" he snarls. "But Team Rocket knows your face now and when we don't find you in our database--" He draws his finger in a straight line across his neck, making a sound of something like 'ghk.'

Then he places a hand on his Xatu's shoulder and in a blink of an eye, they've vanished.

Oh. Teleport.