Disclaimer: I do not own Tokyo Mew Mew /Mew Mew Power. Mia Ikumi does.

Before you begin, please note: This is NOT the TMM you know. This is my reboot of the characters, so expect some big changes. Also, I decided to use the English names instead of the Japanese because I'm more comfortable using them…and because I don't want the characters to be named after foods.

Los Angeles, California, Saturday, 1:14 pm

It was a typical day in the famous Californian city. The seagulls were in the diamond clear skies, the cable cars were carrying passengers here and there, and people were at the beach, soaking up the sun. But our story begins at the Los Angeles park, where two teenagers were on a date. The girl had red hair, tied at the end in a small ponytail with a pink ribbon, and was wearing a yellow tube top, a teal miniskirt, and brown sandals. The boy with her was wearing a red Daredevil logo t-shirt, and light brown shorts, with gray Nike's, and had a slight tan with gray-black hair. The girl's name was Zoey Hanson, and the boy was Mark. Zoey had been crushing on Mark since the third grade and wanted to go out with him for so long, but never had the courage to ask him out...that is until her friends, Megan and Molly, made her ask him by threatening to burn her copy of Showcase Presents: Eclipso. So with her comic being held hostage, Zoe had no choice but to ask Mark…and surprisingly, he said yes. They both agreed that Saturday would be a perfect day for both of them

"Oh, sweet zombie Jesus", Zoe thought to herself, "I can't believe it; I'm on a date with the dreamiest guy in school. This is sooo not an imaginary story!"

"Hey, Zoey, you hungry?" asked Mark with a smile on his face, which in Zoey's eyes, was like watching an angel smile.

"Oh, no, but I am a bit thirsty. You think you could get me a Fanta or something?"

"Sure."

And as soon as Mark left, Zoey muttered to herself, "Shit, I thought he'd never leave"…and let out a really huge fart, unaware she was being watched, and I mean not just by the park goers, but by someone else with hidden cameras.

E: Okay, watching her shave her legs is one thing, but that was just disgusting!

W: Oh, please, your dog does it all the time, and you never complain.

E: Yeah, because he's a DOG! With a girl, it's like something out of Blazing Saddles.

W: Let's just go back to spying on her, okay?

"Glad Mark wasn't around to see me do that. I mean, what he think about me if I just farted right in front of him?" Zoey thought, he face red with embarrassment, "He'd probably be all 'I never wanna go out with you again!', and then tell the whole school about it! Still, he is pretty hot; not to mention he's got perfect grades, he's on the debate team, and the school wrestling team, plus a perfect singing voice, and is an accomplished actor. He's like some Greek god come down from Olympus, and has chosen me to be his own private muse!"

Then, Zoey began to have a scrubs like fantasy sequence, where she and Mark were riding on a white stallion thru a field of flowers. Mark had long, Fabio-like hair, and was wearing only his pants and shoes, his beautiful muscles glistening in the sun.

"Zoey, my dear", he said, "Please, let me be your only love, and I swear that if I dream of anyone else, then may the lightning of Thor strike me down!"

"Speak not such foolish words, my love, for even the fates themselves cannot separate us!"

And back in reality, Zoey was making a spectacle of herself, drooling over her little fantasy, causing one little girl watching to say, "Man, I wanna know what kinda drugs she's takin'".

The east end of the park

In another area of the park, two gigantic men in white business suits and black sunglasses were walking beside a girl about Zoey's age, who had pale skin and jet black hair tied in Chinese ox horns, wearing a dress like something out of the Addams Family, walking a Pomeranian dog on his leash. The girl's name was Corina Bucksworth, and she was the heiress to a multibillion dollar fortune. She had everything money could buy, from diamond studded dresses to sweets imported from countries nobody's heard of, and was a very talented ballerina. And yet, with all that money, one had to ask: was she truly happy?

"Okay, boys", Corina said in a dull tone, "it's time for your break."

"As you say Ms. Corina" said the first bodyguard.

"Wanna head to the arcade?" asked the second bodyguard.

"You betcha!"

While the two bodyguards skipped off, holding hands, Corina sat herself and her dog on a nearby bench.

"Man, my legs hurt", Corina muttered to herself. Then putting her dog on her lap, Corina said, "You know, Mickey, sometimes I feel like you're my only true friend. I mean, all the kids at my school just hang out with me because they think they have to, and all they talk about is how much money they have, or what THEIR parents bough them. And Mom and Dad are of no help either; Dad's always at some stupid meeting, and Mom's too busy with her fashion business. But you're the only one I feel comfortable talking to about my problems…well, you and Grandma, but she's not always helpful. You actually sit down and pay attention to me when I speak, and you don't say 'Sorry Corina, I can't talk right now'. Then again, you'd probably ditch me for a steak, so there's not much hope for you."

E: Wow, she must really be lonely if she talks to her dog.

W: You're one to talk! Weren't you a lonely kid at one point?

E: Yeah, but then you came along, and took me in after my parents died. Look, right now, we've gotta concentrate on letting these girls know what their destiny is, got it?

W: (sigh)yes sir.

The south end of the park

"I hate my life."

Walking into the park was a young woman, about sixteen or so, with long oddly colored dark green hair tied in two braids, with large glasses on her face, a black blouse, a white skirt, and plaid loafers, carrying large amounts of notebook paper, pens, and books.. Her name was Bridgett Verdant, and she was what you would call a nerd; she was part of a science club, a chemistry club, and a math club. She was also the target of the three bitchiest girls in her school, the Beckys. All three basically ran the school, and made Bridgett do whatever they wanted. And poor Bridgett actually let them do this to her, simply because she wanted to fit in. Now, the Beckys had the gall to ask her to do book reports they all had due Monday, and on the weekend Bridgett was planning on buying the latest novel by her favorite author.

"I mean, I REALLY hate my life right now", Bridgett thought as she struggled to keep her supplies from falling to the ground. "Why the hell couldn't those stupid whores do these assignments themselves? They had two weeks to do them, and they dare ask me to do it the weekend before they're do? God, how I wish a house would fall on them! Then the whole school would probably have a 'the Beckys are dead, yay for us!' day!"

But while Bridgett was lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice a small crack on the ground, and immediately fell to the ground after stepping on it (wacky SFX: wheeeeeeew, POW!)

"Note to self", Bridgett muttered to herself as she picked herself up, "Watch where I'm going from now on."

E: (Laughing),klutz!

W: Hey, don't laugh at her! I was like her back when I was her age.

E: You mean were a disaster prone klutz, too?

W: …Maybe not exactly like her.

The west end of the park

"So, you remember the plan, Kiki?"

"You bet, Uncle Jojo!"

At yet another end of the park, there stood a young Asian American girl, about eleven or twelve, with blonde hair, and yellow and orange Chinese clothes, and a white man with short black hair wearing a KISS logo t-shirt, blue jeans, and tan sandals. The girl's name was Kiki Benjamin, and the man was her paternal uncle, Joseph "Jojo" Benjamin. And for the past year, since Kiki's parents had died in a freak collision with an ice cream truck (a delicious way to go out I might add.), Jojo was given custody of Kiki and her little sister, Heidi…although he usually used them in get money quick scams. You see, Jojo was a con artist, and when his brother was alive, he was usually the one to bail him out of the holding cell in the police station. But these days, sweet little Kiki was the one to do the job, usually using the money she earned from performing odd jobs around their neighborhood.

"Hey, Uncle Jojo, aren't you worried ?"

"About what?"

"Well, Officer Riley said that if he ever saw you pulling another scam like this one, he'd make sure that you were sent to a REAL prison, and knowing you, you probably you wouldn't last a day in there."

"Pfft, what's that idiot know? Here's a little tip, Kiki: if a job doesn't involve donuts or bribes then cops don't give a rat's ass."

"Is that so?"

Feeling a chill run down his spine, Jojo turned around, and saw a forty something police officer with red hair and a pencil mustache, standing behind him.

"Oh. Officer Riley. What are…you doing…here?"

"I'm off duty. Now what's this I hear about us not giving a rat's ass about a job?"

"Uhhhh, look! A black guy just minding his own business!"

"What, where?"

Before he ran off, Jojo turned to his niece and said "Kiki, tell Heidi I'm gonna be gone again."

"Yeah Uncle Jojo", Kiki said in a bemused tone, "I know the drill all too well."

"Great! See ya at the precinct!" (wacky SFX: domity-domity-dom, kwah-ping!)

It took Officer Riley about fifteen seconds to figure out he had been duped, and began to chase Jojo around the park, while Kiki said to herself, "Well, looks like I'll have to order from Dominio's…again."

E: Man, I think I actually feel sorry for this kid. I mean, she has to put up with her uncle's antics all the time.

W: Well, it's not like she has a choice. He IS her legal guardian.

E: Are you sure it's not the other way around?

W: Touché, my quick witted friend.

The northeast end of the park

In the last area of the park, sitting on a bench, was a young woman with light purple hair, wearing a red tank top, blue jeans, cowboy boots, and a silver cross necklace, reading a copy of Christine. Her name was Renee Roberts, and she was probably one of the biggest names in Hollywood. She was a singer, model, and actress, best known for starring in the Hell House movies. And right now, she was trying to find some peace and quiet, trying to escape from the spotlight for just one day.

"Damn", Renee thought as she read on, "this is some scary shit."

But just as Renee was about to turn the page, she heard a rustling in the bush right behind her. Turning her head around, she saw that no one was behind her. And yet, she couldn't shake this feeling of being watched. Then, she heard a sneeze coming from the bush; now she KNEW she was being watched. Getting up from the bench, Renee walked over to the bush and pushed aside it's branches, revealing a man about twenty eight years old, with blonde hair, a light tan, green sunglasses, a camera around his neck, a pad and pen, and a brown business suit with a blue tie.

"Arnold Ackerman. Why am I not surprised?"

"Uh, hey Renee. How's it going?"

"Fine until you showed up, media leech. What do you want this time, Arnold?"

"I just wanted to see your pretty face, beautiful, that's all."

"ARNOLD."

"Alright, my editor wanted me to get a few pictures of you, and write an editorial on you. But with that jerk, he'll probably try to find away to make you look bad."

"So why do you still work for him?"

"Because I need the money! Look, you probably know where I'm going with this, so pictures, please?"

"Alright, just let me...hey look, over there!"

"What?"

"Is that Johnny Depp?"

"Oh my god, where?"

"Over there! Next to that lamppost over yonder!"

With Arnold distracted, Renee managed to get a head start in managing to outfox her old nemesis. But as soon as Arnold saw that the famous actor was nowhere to be seen, he realized he had been duped and began to chase after Renee. (Fast forward chase scene) (wacky SFX: banjo music) As soon as she was sure she was away from Arnold, Renee dashed into a hedge maze, while Arnold came running into the same maze. Renee ran into one side, while Arnold came in, turning his head left and right searching for her, while she tip toed right behind him, until he caught a glimpse of her, and ran right after her, then she headed straight for another section of the maze. Soon they were running all over the hedge maze, Renee trying to avoid Arnold, Arnold trying to catch Renee on camera. In all the confusion, Renee managed to find her way out, while Arnold was still lost in the maze. Once away from him, Renee muttered to herself as she was gasping for breath, "I'm…putting…a…restraining order on…him!"

E: Oh my god, she is hot! Yeah, baby!

W: Dude, she's a year younger than you!

E: Hey, man, I loved her in the Hell House movies! Although part three really sucked.

W: No arguing with that. So do you really want to go thru with this? I mean, we're basically playing God with these girl's lives.

E: We have no choice. Ready the beam.

W: Alright. But remember what happened to Victor Frankenstein and Dr. Moreau when they tried to play God…things didn't turn out pretty for either of them.

E:…I'll keep that in mind.

And in the next five minutes all five girl's lives would never be the same again. Because within those exact minutes, a strange beam of red light suddenly filled the air, almost blinding everyone there, and out of the one hundred and twenty people there, only Zoey, Corina, Bridgett, Kiki, and Renee collapsed from the light.

W: I hope you know what you're doing, Elliot.

E: I hope so, too, Wes. I hope so to. So wanna get a pizza.

W: Eh, I got nothing planned.