I do not own Sgt. Frog or any of the characters. Next time I write it will not be so unorganized I promise. I tried to edit it but I kind of failed and then got frustrated.
Crouching in the laundry basket under the dirty towels, Tororo silently vowed to sell Pururu to space pirates; as she paid Zoruru to sniff him out of every hiding space, and he was running out of options. Tororo tilted his head slightly to the right. He thought he heard the towels move. Silence…..shh sshh …... No, he definitely heard a rustle that time. " Tororo? Is that you?" Tororo shielded his eyes as a beam of light filtered through a hole in the mess of towels. "T..Taruru?" said Tororo when the blue frog's face came into view. "So there you are! I've been looking for you! I've never thought to look for you there! Wow you're good Tororo! But how did you ever fit in such a small space?" "Go away Taruru! As fun of a Frog you are, you can't be here! You'll blow my cover!" "Really? You think I'm fun? I was starting to think I came across as annoying!" "Oh not at all Taruru" "Great! That's a relief! Ok! So I had a great idea that we-" just at that moment there was a crash, and Zoruru fell through the roof. His retractable blade flew out of his arm. It was all for show, but still… there's just something so bone chilling about it. "So you were here. Come, I don't have all day to do this." the young hacker could already feel the pinch of the needle against his skin, the coldness of the fluid. Fear crept slowly into Tororo's mind and the more he thought about it, the worse it seemed. Tororo leapt up and ran as fast as he could to distance himself from the cyborg. "Pu pu puuu catch me if you can Scraps!" Doing this caused the towels to fly into the air, landing softly onto the face of the already irritated Assassin. "Tororo! Get back here! NOW!"
After a grueling five hours, three of Tororo's inventions, a space Cerberus, and even getting space police Poyon involved, Garuru finally managed to lure Tororo out of a small cubbyhole under the bathroom sink. "OW! That hurt! Who made you a nurse old lady?" "Now Tororo, don't make such a fuss, the needle hasn't even touched you yet!" "Yeah but still." "Still what, dare I ask?" Tororo sweat dropped. "It's stupid." "Why is it stupid?" shy pried, further still. "Because I said so." Pururu harrumphed " if I told you once, I've told you a million times, the cosmic plasmithium r-" "DON'T SAY THE NAME" "Tororo, it's very normal for tadpoles your age to-" "agh shut up, shut uppppp!" Zoruru winced and curled into a tighter ball. Since space police Poyon had been brought into the matter of catching Tororo, she had suggested that to prevent it from happening again, they go to a local intergalactic clinic. Of course Pururu agreed; since she rarely ever has a chance to meet other nurses and thought it was a good chance to see if the technology has advanced. So, the platoon had to wait outside the door and, naturally, it wasn't soundproof. Since it was Zoruru's job to catch Tororo, he was doomed to sit closest to the door.
Walking into the kitchen the next morning Tororo ogled at the selection of donuts on the table. Powdered, rainbow sprinkled, chocolate frosted, honey roasted, vanilla glazed, jelly, crème filled, and some that looked suspiciously like sweet potato. "So… You've finally come." Tororo looked to his right and sweat dropped. Taruru sat butterfly style with a crown made of lollipops and licorice. "I have waited only too long for this moment…. now is the time to reveal who is the true master of all things sweet!" This only confused Tororo more "Uh…. sure?" Taruru beamed and stood proudly, "Oho! A foe! We shall have a battle of none other than the most decadent and fattening of sweets. A donut eating competition!" there was a short pause between the two. ".…..Taruru?" "Yeah, Tororo?" "…Why do you get the crown?"
"Both opponents are at the ends of the table, one with a little more enthusiasm than the other. With the contents laid before them, they both seem ready to start the competition and grab the title-" "first class private, you do remember that I have training after this…" Garuru said, unintentionally scaring the blue frog. "AHAHAHA, right lieutenant! My bad!" "Ok go Tororo! GO!" The platoon watched in amazement as both participants wolfed down the donuts at an impossible speed. Not really. Taruru ate about two in an average time, while Tororo did down about forty in fewer than two minutes. However, Taruru ended up with a horrible stomach ache, and Tororo had to go to nurse Pururu's for another checkup.
The reason I didn't tell you how Tororo was lured out of his hiding place, is because that is going to be another story. if it's long enough I might have to make it two because this first one was pretty long. Maybe.