"What! Your telling me the 1:6 size Dungal limited edition Gundam model cost twice what I earn in a year from allowance!" That was Keroro Gunso, going on again about plastic models.
"Well, if it makes you fell better, Gunso, I reserved it for you. But you have to have the $400 by Friday. That's a week from today." Fuyuki tried to cheer him up.
"Gero! $400!" Keroro fainted.
A few hours later, Keroro was awaken by a message from headquarters. Keroro got up and read it, while a sinister look came to his face. He turned to his desk to write a response. "1:6 size Dungal, here I come." He whispered to himself.
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The next day, a spaceship landed in the Hinata's backyard (not to mention on Giroro's tent for the umpteenth time.) As three Chibi Keronjins ran outside, a fourth one wearily got and read the message from headquarters, carelessly thrown on the lawn.
Dear Keroro Platoon,
We would like your help. Due to a recent increase in the number of trainees and the elementary training school, we have run out of room in class. We would like to know if you could take on an apprentice until we are able to find new teachers. Please send your response ASAP. We will pay one hundred dollars per apprentice. We appreciate your time in reading this.
Sincerely –
Headquarters.
Then the tan chibi Keronjin flipped it over, where a response note was messily written on the back.
Headquarters –
I'm really busy, so I can't take one on right now, but, um, Tamama, Giroro, Kururu and Dororo can. Send them as soon as possible!
Keroro Gunso
"So one of those will be my mentor." The calmest chibi pondered this while gathering his bags from the burning spaceship.