Aside from Apocalypse Now, a new Fanfiction will be beginning! This should be a rather short story.
Chap. 1 - A Day with Uncle?
Keroro paced back and forth in front of his assembled platoon, a most serious expression clouding his always cheerful features. Giroro wondered what could be the matter. Normally, the emergency signaling device was never used save for the most dire of emergencies.
Dororo, who had been tending to his crops at the time, had felt no disturbance in the wind. This must be not your ordinary event.
Kururu was listening in through the loudspeaker. He had done a few lazy 500 mile radius sweeps around the base with his satellite and found nothing out of the ordinary. Thus, he didn't bother to make an appearance. He helped himself to another bowl of curry, when Keroro finally spoke.
"A terrible tradgedy has befallen our platoon this day. I have no more gundam." there was a moment of shocked silence that followed this message. Then Kururu closed the communications, Giroro sighed and teleported out, and Dororo faded into the background. Keroro was left in an empty room.
"But wait! Guys! You haven't heard the worst of it! You see, Natsumi banned all of my Pekoponian suits again and...oh, it's no use." he glanced around the empty room. "Ah...Tamama didn't come. How irresponsible; how could he ever hope to be promoted from Private when he's doesn't think meetings are important?"
Keroro sat down on the ground. Suddenly, a flash of movement caught his eye. Looking up, he saw the innocent face of Angol Mois. "Lady Mois!"
"Uncle! I didn't see you sitting there. May I ask what's the matter?"
Keroro perked up immediately: "I want to buy more Gundam, but Master Fuyuki isn't around. Say, would you like to help me?"
Mois blushed, "I'll go anywhere with you, Uncle!" and to herself, "You sure do love your Gundam, you could say...a hobby of your heart?
Keroro nodded gratefully, "Thank you so much, Lady Mois! My passionate quest for more Gundam is back on track! Kero kero kero kero!" the conversation then lapsed into other things. Kururu pressed the "stop" button on his audio recorder.
Tamama was running as fast as his short legs could carry him. "MUST GET TO THE SERGEANT!" he roared, stirring up great clouds of dust behind him. Finally, with only one steel door seperating him from the main room, Tamama gathered all of his rage and fired an Impact straight through it, sliding neatly on the slick floor.
The meeting room was empty, save for Kururu working on something on his laptop. Though Tamama knew better, Kururu was the only one around he could ask. "Sir, uh...what did Sarge want?"
"Ku ku ku...you're too late. Keroro was so disappointed in you." Kururu clicked a button on his laptop:
Tamama is soooo irresponsible. Gundam is sooooo more important! (Kururu: What. I had about 10 seconds to edit the audio.)
Tamama jumped back, sweat beading his face. "What! No! The Sarge- he thinks Gundam is more important than me?"
Kururu laughed, "There's more, ku ku, just wait and see..."
"Lady Mois! Would you help me?"
"I'll go anywhere with you, Uncle! You could say, I love you!"
"Lady Mois! I want you! Passion!"
It was Kururu's turn to bead up with sweat. Would Tamama fall for it? No, the audio editing was the worst he'd ever done. Back in training, he could have done a better job in just 8 seconds.
"THAT WOMAN!" yelled Tamama, completely falling for it, "HOW DARE SHE SEDUCE MY SERGEANT LIKE THAT! I WILL MAKE HER BLEED AND DIE A THOUSAND- NO, A MILLION DEATHS! I HATE! I HATE!"
Tamama threw a punch at Kururu, sending him flying into the wall. "TELL ME WHERE I CAN FIND THAT STUPID BROAD AND END HER!
Kururu giggled a little and passed out. Tamama banged his hand on the table. "DAMN! NOW I JUST GOTTA DO IT MYSELF!"
Angol Mois couldn't believe it. Her dream since childhood was coming true before her very eyes. She looked to her left; Keroro was ambling beside her wearing his Pekoponian suit-suit. She blushed lightly as she realized how alone the two of them were.
"U-um...Uncle?" a thought had crossed her mind, "Do you want to hold hands?"
Keroro paused for a moment. "I guess I don't see why not." He grabbed her hand and the two continued on her way, Angol Mois, the happiest she had ever been.
Tamama flew over the city, pushing his saucer's speed to the maximum. An insane smile graced his face as the Private imagined all the horrible things he would like to do to the Stupid Broad once he caught her. Suddenly, a flash of green caught his eye. Descending swiftly, he spotted Keroro walking to the Gundam store wearing his suit-suit. He appeared to be waiting for something outside the bathroom.
The Private moved in closer but kept his distance in order to catch the Stupid Broad red-handed. He waited for a minute, slowly becoming more and more enraged. "HOW COULD THAT WOMAN KEEP MY SERGEANT WAITING SO LONG?"
What felt like three hours to the emotionally cracked and hyper Private, turned out to be only two minutes. Mois rushed out and grabbed Keroro's hand again and they both continued on their way exchanging happy conversation.
Tamama couldn't believe it. "IMPOSSIBLE!" he roared. "HOW COULD MY SERGEANT BE SO DELUDED? THAT WOMAN IS ONLY TRYING TO SPITE ME! HOW COULD SHE CONVINCE HIM LIKE THAT?" Tamama continued to babble incomprehensively as followed the two. From experience, pitting a Tamama Impact against Apocalypse 1/1,000,000 never ended up well for the former. There had to be some way to get back at that spiteful woman. Suddenly, a wicked thought popped into Tamama's head. Yes, that would work beautifully.