Sailor Planet
PD Wright
This is a fiction story that is in no way connected to whoever owns Sailor Moon, or their subsidiaries. No profit is intended, and no infrigment is intended. So there.
"And now," Sailor Mercury announced, "Here is Mimete with the Monday Ratings Report. Take it away, Mimete!"
"Thank you, Mercury," Mimete squeaked, "As you can see, this line is up."
Sailor Iron Mouse, at the bandstand, asked, "And what does it mean?"
Mimete blinked, then squeaked, "It's very good!"
"Yeah, yeah," Iron Mouse commented, "But what does it mean?"
"It's very good!!" She answered, her squeak getting more and more shrill, "What'sa matter, can't you read?"
"Thank you, Mimete," Mercury started, but was cut off by Mimete yelling, "What's wrong with you people?"
"Alright," Sailor Mars said, "Who here is evil? Sound off!"
"I'm evil," Sailor Iron Mouse replied, and was answered by a explosion of laughter. Mimete was reading her manga again. Sailors Mars and Iron Mouse both sweat dropped.
"I'm evil," Iron Mouse repeated, causing more laughter from Mimete.
Sailor Mars put her hands together and started a enchantment.
"Oh, not the hand jive again," Iron Mouse complained.
"Nin, Pyou, Tou, Sha, Kai, Jin, Retsu, Zai, Zen," She intoned, then shouted "Akuryo Taisen!!"
Suddenly, Mimete shuddered with a thousand volts of electricity, and when it subsided, she was on the floor, smoking slightly. Both sailors looked surprised.
"Never saw it do that before," Mars observed.
"That was quite shocking," Iron Mouse commented, as Mimete dragged herself up from the floor.
"Next time," She said, "Warn me."
Mars started the incantation again. This time, both Mimete and Iron Mouse were hit by the electric blast and fell.
"I gotta try that at Usagi's next party," Mars murmured.
Iron Mouse dragged herself up and commented, "Sheese.
"Check out the muscles," Sailor Jupiter commented, flexing said muscles.
"No Chynna, are ya," Sailor Iron Mouse quipped. Jupiter spun around, shouted "Sparkling Wide Pressure!" and soon Iron Mouse was a smoking black figure.
"What?" She yelled, "That wasn't an insult!"
"It wasn't," Jupiter replied, "A particularly good joke, either."
"What," Sailor Chibi-Moon asked, "Are you doing?"
The object of her question, Sailor Iron Mouse, was currently head first inside her prison pod. She replied, "Dropped my tuna sandwich."
"So what?" Asked the pink sailor, thumbing threw the elder Moon's manga.
"It'll stink up the place," Iron Mouse explained. She still fished around the pod some more. Chibi-Moon glanced over.
"Oh, like Usagi's beef bowl and noodles?" She asked, "That's got a wanted poster at Azuba Juban's post office, with a warning..."
"Found it!" Iron Mouse interrupted, waving her sandwich.
"Nuts," Chibi Moon muttered.
"Hi, fans," Sailor Moon yelled, "And now, some letters, from you, our loyal viewers."
Sailor Iron Mouse began to giggle, but Sailor Moon ignored her.
"Our first letter is from Kyle Lettuce, from Cali.."
"Goin' back to Cali, Cali, Cali.."
"I love your show," She read, "I especially like Iron Mouse. She's too cute."
"That," Sailor Moon interjected, "Is a matter of opinion."
"Hey," Iron Mouse said, "When ya got it, ya got it."
Sailor Moon ignored her, and continued, "But the person I like the most is Mimete. Are you planning on having her host her own show?"
"Not," Moon muttered in reply, "If we can help it.."
"Hey!" Mimete squeaked, "The fans have spoken. Give 'em what they want!"
"What," Iron Mouse commented, "Some Lollicon product?"
Mimete looked sour. She yelled, "I'm not that young!!"
"Rii-i-ight," Said both Sailors.