This is for my friend, Forest who introduced me to SGT. Frog in the first place! I made this for him ,but I think it might be a little too short for a first chapter.

And I apoligize for any grammatical errors or spelling mistakes. I didn't have anyone to help me check over it. After all, I don't have very many friends to check over my work. English is only my second language.

And note that this is in Keroro's point of view. I'm not sure if I should write this in third person mode or first person.

Either way, I hope you like it!

Ah, a nice little day in a nice little house. It was a normal day here in Japan. The weather was nice, but a little too cold for my tastes. In this old house, there's this very small heating system that barely works. We'd be freezing if it wasn't there.

Anyways, I am Keroro. Sergeant Keroro, if you would like. I'm the future ruler of the world. My goal is to eliminate all Pikoponians and to destroy the Earth. My secret evil plan, yes? Although, if it was secret, I wouldn't have told you.

I sat on the soft, smelly couch in the living room of the apartment. The clock on the wall read 10:16 AM and it was snowing outside. The middle of Winter calls for snow. I absolutely loathe snowy weather; such cold whiteness! The color of white is usually pleasant, like the color of rice, or the color of my shiny teeth! But not snow. It's frigid and cold. Once you touch it, you can feel it's temperature crawling up your arm like a big and cold caterpillar. It's a strange sensation that I hate.

The television set was directly in front of me, the screen black. The power was out for the day because of this snowstorm outside. It was still light outside, for the sun bothered to get up and shine for all of us. Praise the sun for it's light, because without it, I wouldn't be able to see. And if I couldn't see today, I wouldn't be here on the couch. It would be likely that I would be sitting on the floor. The couch and the floor feel nothing the same, but I can't tell the difference between the two.

What bothered me most today was that most of my friends weren't here to sit on the couch with me today. Sure, it's nice to finally sit here without Giroro blowing it up with his gun, but it's very quiet. Normally, you would hear Kululu clicking in that weird fashion of his, and Dororo muttering to himself mixed in with Tamama humming. I would be repeating my plan to demolish the Earth over and over again to myself, making sure my allies around me could hear. They've heard me enough times.

Staring at the blank screen, I started to ponder, When was the power going to come back? I can't wait.

But I bet I could wait, just not forever. I would be able to last without power for about a day or two. Doesn't seem that hard.

It is actually very difficult, especially when you are a frog with nothing to do. No friends to talk to. No television to plop yourself in front of and sit there staring at for hours. No humans walking around to annoy me. Apparently Fuyuki and Natsumi had gone to the neighborhood market to buy more soy sauce, since we ran out. I'm not sure where Aki is. Giroro, Dororo, and Kululu are on this mission of some sort that Giroro planned out. Tamama is sleeping. I don't want to bother him.

Obviously I was the only one awake in this household, while everyone else was gone (and someone in particular was sleeping) and I had nothing to do. I started to squint my eyes in tiredness and began to mutter to myself. "There's nothing to do. I can't go outside. I can't watch television. I can't even talk to my friends." I buried my round, green face into my small hands. "What to do?"

Moments passed before I heard a creaking noise down the short hallway. Possibly Tamama was awake and was struggling to get the door open. He could never get it fully open by himself. He's shorter compared the rest of us comrades, and he's always the one who underestimates his own strength.

But, Tamama doesn't go out the door. Usually he just stays in the room that we hang out in and stays until one of us comes to greet him. If not, he goes out the window, for he says fresh air is nice to have once you've been cramped in a room for quite some time.

I don't think he's going to go out the window anytime soon today. Has he not noticed that it was snowing?

Well, maybe he did. That's probably why he went out the door then? Ah. Stupid Keroro. You know better.

I tapped my head and looked in the direction of where the creak came from. I could see most of the doors. None of them were open. Probably just some old floorboards, or something. Maybe some rats looking for food or just moving in...

"-Rats?" I snapped out of my trance and jumped up. Hopefully there weren't any rats in this house. If there were, I'm moving out!

I hopped off the fuzzy couch and landed lightly on my feet, heading towards the hallway where the noise had come from. Careful not to step on anything suspicious, like loose floorboards or rats, I made it to the end of the hall and knocked on the first door I found. It belonged to that devil of a girl, Natsumi. There was a poster of the music band she liked the most. There was also a "Keep out!" signed plastered unevenly on her door, covering part of the old doorknob. I'm not even sure why I knocked on the stupid door. I was always welcome, just not when she sees me.

I poked the star symbol on my head, which activated my invisibility powers and opened the door of Natsumi's room, revealing all the girly ferocity that was in her room. Tumbling backwards at the sight, I covered my eyes and proceeded to go into her room.

It was always so much fun sneaking into her room when she wasn't at home. You could pretty much get any with anything afterwards, since she doesn't even know her room herself. Natsumi gets lost every time she goes in there. It's a maze of beauty magazines and empty nail polish bottles. Though she's probably the neatest person I know (next to Giroro), her room is messier than her hair in the mornings.

I squinted into the room and the next thing you know, I spotted a very welcoming pillow sitting on top of math workbooks. All of a sudden I felt something energetic run through me and I made my way through the ocean of girl accessories and reached the pillow. Plopping myself atop of the pillow, I noticed a good number of old gum wads stuck to the bottom of my feet and used sticky-notes wrapped around my green ankles. Ee-yuck!

My green hand automatically starting to violently swat at my legs. Even though the proper way to remove sticky-notes and gum wads is to slowly pick them off, otherwise skin will be peeled and blood will be shed.

But I didn't follow the proper way, oh no. I just kept swatting and batting at my legs, but no luck. The reason why I had no luck is that I couldn't really see my legs, let alone see what I was trying to get off my feet. Invisible ability hasn't worn off yet. I was still unable to be seen!

"Waugh! Get this sticky stuff off me!" Yelling to nobody in particular, I called for help.

Nobody was actually there to help me, since I was at home alone.

I think.

That creaking noise rang in my head once more, and I quieted. The invisibility power wore off and soon as quieted. I stared dumbfounded at the open door and froze. Looking around for anyone watching, I reached for a nearby teddy bear that laid on the floor to the left of me and threw it at the door, closing it. It didn't slam like the other doors in the house did. She change something with the door or something, I don't know.

And now that the door was shut, nobody could see what I was doing in Natsumi's room. Boy, if she saw me in here right now I'd be in such trouble. You wouldn't believe it.

What I planned to do it that I would finish my business involving me snooping around in her room, because there was this one day where I was playing Hide and Seek with Tamama, and I accidentally left something in here. It was a book full of my secrets, and I couldn't stand it to know that it was in here, and not in my possession.I remember I had left it in her closet. It's been about half a year now, and I've snuck into Natsumi's room about three times already, hunting in her closet.

It's like a jungle in there. Full of miniskirts and pink sweatshirts everywhere. Coat hangers were littered all over the floor, making the ground too dangerous to walk on. The walls weren't the safest things either. Natsumi had literally just stuck coat hangers into the walls. Maybe it was just a bad day for her and she didn't feel like placing them safely and properly on the rack like she should and just jammed them into the poor wall. It was really a sight to see.

But the most dangerous part of her closet was the ceiling. Though most people would know that the ceiling doesn't have very many shelves or holding compartments, Natsumi made homemade holding compartments! It was a sight to see. There were strings and poles dangling from the ceiling. There was also a board jutting out from the left side, which I couldn't see. A stack of old school work papers packed up along the right side, and the grades on them were frightening. She failed a lot...

A collection of music CDs piled unevenly on the top shelf and was leaning forwards. Gosh, I was scared it would fall on me.

Sighing, I talking to myself. "And here I go, into the world of Natsumi's closet. I'm lucky if I can make it out this time." I forgot about the gum and pieces of paper stuck on the lower half of me. No, I think it feels kinda comfortable now.

I approached the scary jungle of Natsumi's belongings in the closet and scanned what stood before me. Sure, it couldn't see on the top part. Keroro is too short... I doubt it would be on the walls either.

The place where my secret book would most likely be would be the ground of the closet. Unfortunately, that's probably the hardest place to look. It was piled with so many things. My mind felt dizzy just looking at that horribly mess.

Enough with complaining about the stupid mess, time to start searching!

Although my invisibility power is useful for not being seen, it doesn't make me physically invisible. Just visually. That means I have to feel all the stuff piling on top of me while I'm searching.

I wish I had a bulldozer. That'd be very useful in this situation right now!

Reaching forewards for the first thing I saw, I quickly yanked it out and stepped backwards. According to gravity here on Earth, things will fall down if something from it's foundation is missing.

I just yanked a book that apparently held together the giant mess of books and magazines scattered on the floor. Stumbling backwards, I watched as everything just tumbled down before me.

Though I'm the one who's the most afraid, I don't fear being buried by books. I'd be terrified if I saw a spider, however.

The giant load of junk fell forwards almost instantly and covered me up to where my neck was. I wiggled my arms and legs, trying to get free. "Agh! Heavy!" I strained my neck up higher in the air. Something was weighing down on my stomach and it HURT. I sucked in my stomach and felt it... bite me?

"Gah! What in the world is that? Get it off! Get it off!" Again, I was yelling to myself, talking to nobody in particular. A voice came from under the pile that covered the rest of me, and it freaked me out.

It was muffled, and it was speaking English. I know that much. Panicking a little more, I was starting to jerk in numerous directions, trying to get free from this pile. This was no ordinary pile.

It talked to me. I witnessed it! Right there, in that huge gigantic pile of God knows what, there was a small and familiar voice. I couldn't really make out in my mind whose voice it reminded me of. Panicking was the only thing that was in my head at the moment.

I tried to pull out my frail green arms out from the pile to brush the ton of books and clothes off of my stomach and lower half of my body. Whatever bit me really shook me up, because I started to gape for air like a rabid animal, sucking in huge amounts of air at time- I don't mind the occasional bugs that fly into your mouth, though I'm not a bug-eating type of frog. I prefer hamburgers and fries from WcDonald's.

Now think about where I am, and how I feel in this situation. Sure, I bet you've seen green frogs with hats everywhere in your closet buried up to their necks in your room. It's an everyday sight, I know. But the unusually thing you may suspect it that I'm buried in a ton of junk, and I believe something had bitten me on my stomach. I'm also swallowing heaps of air in an uneven fashion, because I think a book hit my ribs and has fractured one of my lungs.

"Somebody better not be in my room again... If I find Keroro sneaking through my diary, he'll be more fried than that chicken I had for lunch!" I heard Natsumi's blood-curdling voice come from somewhere. I started to panic even more!

Opening my mouth, I came up with some excuses and mixed them all together on accident. Instead of giving out an, "Oh, I was just walking by" excuse, I started reciting my holy please-dear-lord speech asking for Natsumi not to kill me.

"Natsumi I know this isn't where I'm supposed to be but you see, I've accidentally fallen into here from the roof because it was raining so hard and the top of the house was leaking so I got my ladder and went-" I paused to take a huge breath of air.

"-Voicemail is full." A monotone and robotic-sounding voice said out of the blue.

Before I even got finished with my 3 hour long speech protesting against Natsumi ripping my limbs apart, I felt my cheeks grow warm and my eyes started bulging. I wanted to just kill myself at that moment.

For it wasn't really Natsumi, but it was her stupid phone voicemail message. I guess that was her older one, and she didn't remove it yet. Nobody really called her on that phone anymore. She has multiple phone numbers just in case one of her friends or dates were to call her and she was busy. I guess somebody tried to call her on this phone (for the first time in a few years). Maybe it's because she lost it in this huge closet mess.

But who would want to call her on this phone? Surely someone trying to contact her would probably call her on her main cellular phone.

The pink one with sparkly flowers decorated on it. Yuck.

Besides that, I stopped giving out my protest speech and tilted my head for anything else that the phone would be able to say. Cellular phones make little noises or speak without notice. Like, the low battery signal or the "You have voicemail." chime that plays when someone sends you a message. It's crazy; like that thing has a mind of it's own!

Looking around, I could see a few scattered phones. Probably some old ones that Natsumi once owned that worked. I guess she must have broken the rest. I bet she must have gone through the whole cell phone rack over at the electronics store already.

There wasn't one that had caught my eye, no blinking lights or scary monotone voices coming from any. I guess it must have been deep in this pile I'm in, and it deactivated or ran out of battery.

Perhaps it was whatever that bit me that turned off the phone?

I'm not sure. Maybe it's better to leave that unsaid that for it to be discovered. Some things are better to be left alone...

..Skiff.

Skiff.

"Who's that?" I yelled out abruptly. Usually I don't do that, but sometimes I do. There was something scratching me underneath this pile! I think it's more scary than being bitten, to be honest.

No answer.

What in the world was this? First I hear cell phones that are about 2 years old and the voicemail is full, and now I feel something (Who knows what it is) scratching my belly. I don't mind a friendly scratch on my tummy every once in a while, but I feel like someone is dragging a knife across my stomach. Shivers crawled up my spine, and I started to act like a fish out of water again. Violently shaking my head and gaping for air, I was a real sight.

All of a sudden I saw some one's hand slither up in front of me front out of the pile. It was a small and bluish looking hand, and I saw it crooked and flinching in fear. I hope that wasn't a zombie with blue skin coming out from here. Natsumi keeps a bunch of strange stuff in her room, but a zombie would be the weirdest. If only she had told me that there were zombies living in her closet, I wouldn't be sneaking into her room so often.

I watched the hand as it rose from the pile, knocking a few papers and sparkly hats out from my view. Like a cat, I glared at it and waited for it to do something. Hopefully it wouldn't kill me. I was planning for Natsumi to murder me first. But hey, maybe being eaten by a zombie wouldn't be so bad after all. They're much more friendlier.

Shutting my eyes, I was about to pray for a nice and quick death when some one's voice shouted at me. "Hey, sarge! Wake up!"

My left eyelid flipped open almost immediately at the familiar voice. A hat similar to mine, and a yellow and green symbol at the crown of his head.

"T-Tamama?" I literally just babbled his name over and over until I got an answer.

"Yes, sir! What in the world are you doing here?" Tamama questioned as he shook some paperclips free from his hat. One of the shiny metal slivers bounced off from my nose and fell to the floor with a clink.

"What am I doing here? What are you doing here?" I asked him back. Surely I was here first. But, how did Tamama get in the pile then?

He shook his head and laughed that girly giggle of his. "You can't answer a question by asking another question!" Tamama raised his hand to the left side of his head, signaling me to answer him.

"I was uh..." My eyes were trying not to make any contact with his. "I was looking for something in here that I left a few days ago! Yeah. That." I finished my sentence cheekily and waited for Tamama to finish up whatever he had to say. "How about you?"

"Hey! Same story here, dude! I was looking around for my bag of chips I was eating the other day and I think I saw it in here, but it wasn't my bag of chips. Instead, it was the cover of some sort of bag filled with these papers of some sort in English. I can't read it!" Tamama explained, ever so happy.

My eye furrowed and narrowed to a squint. "What kind of papers...?"

He stood and tilted his head in confusion. Apparently he didn't know what they were. "I'm not sure, boss. I don't know how to read English. If the papers were in Japanese, I could then read it!"

But, we live in Japan. It's not normal to see papers written in English around here. In fact, Natsumi and Giroro are the only ones around here that know how to read English. Me and Tamama and the others really don't know how in the world English is read. "Then, do you know what they are?"

"Well, they're papers."

I sighed and said, "Never mind that. Help me out of this mess."

Realizing that I was still buried in this gigantic lump of trash, I wondered how embarrassing I must've looked right here. The mighty and awesome sergeant is found in his rival's room...

...Buried in a heap of rubbish. How heroic.

Tamama quickly began shoving things out of the way. Books, papers, old socks, and empty soda cans scattered out all over the floor. None of the objects fell back into her closet, because apparently Natsumi's closet was still full- Even after an avalanche just fell from there.

"Hang in there, Sarge! You'll be out in a minute." Tamama cheerfully said and continued to push numerously heavy items out of my sight. He was like a little blue bulldozer walking on two legs.

After what it seemed like half an hour (5 minutes at the most), I was finally free! "I've got to say, I owe you one Tamama." My arm stuck out to ask for him to help me up, for there was still gum on my ankles and I was stuck to the floor.

Tamama smiled at me and grabbed my green arms, then helped me up and plopped me on Natsumi's bed. I wasn't supposed to be sitting on there...! Natsumi swore that she would actually really for real kill me and then fry me if I EVER laid a hand on her bed. Although she wasn't here, she would still know if I was here or not. Natsumi could smell my flesh from a mile away. Besides that, we just made a huge mess...

I turned my head around and looked at where the huge pile of junk was. Blinking twice, I noticed that it was gone!

Looking back at Tamama, I said, "Where'd it all go? Surely you didn't move it did you?"

Tamama laughed and gave me a playful shove on the shoulders. "I moved it all, of course!" He pulled out something that looked like a badge from underneath his hat. He keeps his belongings in there. "See, it's a furniture moving license! I move around furniture and home appliances in my free time. I'm stronger than you think." Tamama placed the shiny little card back underneath his hat and outstreched his arms toward the hidden pile.

"Ta-da!" He was apparently playing a trick on me. There was no pile that I could see anywhere!

"There's nothing there, Tamama." I was ticked off. "Ha ha. bravo. One of your little phony tricks again, eh?"

He gave me a strange look. "Why would you assume that? It's there. Can you not see it?" Pointing at nothing but air, he waved his hands at what seemed to be in front of it, but I didn't see anything.

"No. I can't see anything, and I'm not blind; thank you very much."

All of a sudden I saw it slowly appear back into Natsumi's closet, stacked neatly on top of each other. The books had the pages all neatly set inside the covers. Clothes and other scattered accessories were put in their places, and everything else was crammed into a box found inside the closet. How in the world...?

"Gyaa! It's in the closet! I see it now!" I ruffled up Natsumi's bed sheets and buried myself underneath them. One second the huge mess was on the floor, the next minute it was all neatly packed in Natsumi's closet. How could this have possibly happened?

Tamama nodded. "Hai! That's good to hear, right?"

"No! I mean -yes! Wait-"

"I'll take that as a yes." A more strict, feminine voice said. Could it be...

"Natsumi!" Tamama and I hollered in alarm. Surely Natsumi hadn't been outside the door all along, listening to us.

"Quick, turn invisible." He screeched in a small voice and we both touched the symbol on our heads, making us turn transparent and undetectable by sight.

We watched the wooden door for any signs of Natsumi daring to come in. I held my breath so tightly I thought I would explode.

And sure enough, the door just opened so quickly, it seemed optimistic to call it "opening". No, the poor door just thrusted into the side of the wall and left another mark along with other door marks already dented in the wall. Natsumi must really hate her door. We both saw Natsumi waiting in the hallway, glaring fiercely inside her room, trying to find us.

"Okay, I heard you guys. You're in here somewhere," Natsumi walked in and slammed the door so hard, a chip of the wooden door flew off and nearly got me in my little eye. "And I'm not letting you guys out until I fry you to your death!"

That got me right there. Out of all the threats she yelled at me, this was the worst. She never talked about frying us until now.

I stopped being transparent and gave up. "I'm so very sorry Natsu-"

Before I could finish my sentence, she kicked my square in the face with her foot and sent me flying into the closet of death. I landed in a nice, lovely pile of bent metal coat hangars and got one lodged in a very uncomfortable place. Knocking over stacks of papers and books, I sent those spewing all over Natsumi's floor. Tamama shrieked and ran towards me, trying to help me out from the closet before I suffocated.

"You monster!" Tamama yelled at Natsumi and dove into the closet, digging out everything until the room was messier than it was before.

I could hear the pink-haired girl laughing mischieviously. Obviously she was getting a hit out of all of this. "Gya! Tamama too? What's with all you frogs?"

She stepped forewards and locked the door, closing her window in the process. Broken cassettes and empty cups crunched underneath her smelly feet. "First it's you, Keroro, Guroro and Dororo who think they can get a glance at my boobs without me noticing, then Kululu who apparently wants to do an "experiment" with me, and now Tamama! The heck!" Natsumi kicked a ripped teddy bear into the wall, sending truckloads of dust and fluff all over that side of the room.

I have allergies you know.

Sniffing the dusty air, I felt something twitch inside of me. Apparently I was about to sneeze, but I don't have so much of a nose. Whenever I feel like sneezing, it's not very pretty.

I got woozy and got this strange feeling in my head. "Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-mo-me-mi-mo-te?" Stammering, I started to breath in uneven amounts of air, gaping and making quite the show.

Natsumi gave me a strange look and started to back away. "Uh, Keroro? You frying yourself, or what?"

"Or what." Tamama replied wearily.

Whenever Tamama talks in a monotone voice, you know something bad is going to happen.

I started to sniff and buck my head around like a wild animal, and I watched Tamama and Natsumi backing away with my buldging eyes. Tamama was literally running out the window trying to get away from me. His foot seemed to be caught on the pane and his hat got hooked on the top of the curtain holder.

Natsumi however, seemed to be making the situation more worse. She had pulled a bottle of 4-year old bug repellant from somewhere and started the spray the air around me. As you should know, frogs are extremely allergic to bug repellant.

I hacked and coughed a bunch of undescribable things from my mouth that I'm not too proud of, then belched something fierce.

Natsumi screamed so loudly you'd become un-deaf if you were deaf. Oh, how the world would be so much better...

She ran out the door to avoid anything more graphic that it was right now. Okay. Fine. Run out the door and leave your best friend, Keroro to drown in a bunch of closet junk and his own vomit.

Tamama was still stuck to the window, also suffering the poison of the bug repellant. He seemed to be taking it more severely than I was. Tamama was choking and wagging his tail so fast I wouldn't be surprised if it just broke off. Flailing his arms, I saw his pupils turn into slits with red veins just waiting to explode out from his skull. His face was puffed up with red slightly starting to take over the white and blue color.

The last time we smelled bug spray and had a dramatic breakdown was at the Shinto Sakura Park, and there was an old lady spraying some on the millions of pigeons that stood at her feet. I guess she forgot to bring her umbrella. Boy, that was horrible. I exploded right there on the middle of the sidewalk, and somebody was dumb enough to trample over my stomach.

Nevermind that business.

"Taaaaaaaa-moeeee-kuuuuun-" I started to slur Tamama's name until I blackened out.

"Wah! Don't shut your eyes, Sarge! Don't!" Tamama cried out from the window, and he was pretty much shouting to the whole neighborhood, rather than me.

"Whhyy..." I breathed out one more time.

"Natsumi! Will! Fry! You!" Tamama hollered out of the window.

I could hear a few dogs howling in annoyance out in the distance.

End of chapter 1. I hope you liked it! I spent about half a month working on this stupid chapter. Who knows how long it's going to take me to finish this entire story? Eh. I'm not sure.

To give a peek at the next chapter, Keroro and Tamama will (not?) survive and will (not?) go on an adventure to somewhere, killing someone on the way. Yeah. I'm that kind of person. Everything that's good needs something with killing.