Note: This story has crude/mature language, and some partial suggestive themes. It is advised that you back away from this story if you do not like offensive language or suggestive themes(So if you get upset don't say I didn't warn you). Thank you :)

This is also my very first FanFiction so I really would like for everyone that reads to tell me what they think :D

I don't own Sgt. Frog; in fact, I think nobody on FanFiction does…


It was a cold winter afternoon at the Hinata residence. The reminiscence of snow began to fall upon the ground, and the sun was finally passing below the horizon. Fuyuki was up in his bedroom looking up scary stories about the paranormal on his computer. Natsumi was in her room, listening to her favorite radio show, hoping that the letters she sent gets read on the air. Aki was still gone from the house as she had to work late at her publishing company (as usual). Giroro, sitting right outside his little tent in the yard, noted the snow flurrying. He let out a soft sigh, and began to daze off into the falling snow, thinking of his beloved Natsumi. Something came from the opening of the tent and poked its head out near Giroro and let out a sound, taking Giroro out of his deep trance. Giroro awoke with shock, and let out a grunt:

"Wha? Who the hell is there?!" He jumped up and pulled his weapon from his back. He looked around and appeared ready to fight whatever it was that entered his territory. Giroro then spotted Ms. Furbottom at the opening of his tent, and realized that she had startled him. "Oh, It's just you, Ms. Furbottom. You shouldn't startle me like that. I could've killed you by accident!" Ms. Furbottom went up to Giroro and rubbed her head on his side. Giroro assumed it was a sign of apology, and he started to return back to his trance.

In the deep underground base that hid beneath the Hinata household, Keroro and Tamama were assembling Gundam models; or at least Keroro was. Tamama usually enjoyed watching his sergeant build his Gundam. In fact, I couldn't think of something that Tamama wouldn't enjoy watching Keroro do.

"Sarge..?" Tamama finally broke the silence between the two. Keroro glared back at him as he was interrupted in his building.

"What do you want, Tamama?" His tone of voice was a sign of annoyance towards Tamama. He looked down for a second, realizing that his Sarge got upset by him. He spoke softly,

"N-Nothing, Sir." Tamama did not look back up at Keroro as he went straight back to building his Gundam. "Hmm, why is Sarge acting so spiteful lately? I understand that he puts all his attention to Gundam but he doesn't get that mean, especially not like that to me." Tamama let out a brief sigh and got up from the spot which he laid. He started to walk out and he began to think of something else to do. "Hey, maybe I can see what Kururu is up to!" Tamama perked up and started a light jog out of the room in joy that he escaped the fate of future boredom.

Tamama entered the laboratory that Kururu resided in. Fancy computers were placed all over the room, and atop the grand staircase presented when he walked in, was Kururu in his large spinney chair, typing away to a computer screen that had a map of the Hinata house on it. Tamama walked up the staircase and looked around the chair that Kururu sat in. Tamama became so mesmerized by what was on the screen that he didn't notice that Kururu turned his chair around and noticed his presence.

"Kukuku~ Hello, Tamama." The yellow demon chuckled. His words acted as bombs on Tamama's ears (or earholes… whichever), and Tamama became startled from the statement and jumped up to notice Kururu staring at him with his swirly glasses.

"Oh, hi Kururu. What cha' up to?" Tamama whimpered, becoming intimidated by Kururu's superior appearance. Kururu glared at Tamama with the most serious face.

"Well, I don't know about you, but if I were to stare at some else's screen for a good 5 minutes I think I would be able to figure it out, Tamama. Kukukuku~." Tamama looked at Kururu and realized the stupidity of the question he had asked. "But, if you must be told," Kururu continued, "I was doing some extensive research on this "2012" apocalypse that the Pekoponians were all startled about last year." Tamama looked confused.

"2012? Wasn't that the Pekoponian year last year?" Tamama knew that he hasn't a clue on what any of these apocalyptic conspiracies held on Pekopon, except for the 1999 apocalypse which Nostradamus predicted, and I'm sure that everyone knows who I'm talking about (if you don't, Angol Mois should help give you the hint).

"Oh, Tamama, I love how naïve you are. I feel as though I shouldn't tell you at all because that's my favorite part about you, kuku~."

"No! Please tell me Kururuu!" Tamama pleaded. Kururu just looked at him.

"Kukuku~. Beg, and I'll tell you." Tamama really wanted Kururu's knowledge about 2012 so he immediately got to his knees and begged to Kururu.

"Oh please, Sergeant Major Kururu, I beg to learn what 2012 is. Please oh please oh please oh please…" Tamama's acting skills were pretty amazing, nevertheless. His cheeks were rosy red and tears were beginning to form from his tear ducts.

"Kukuku~ Oh that is what I like to hear Tamama." Kururu always loved when his fellow comrades, or even anybody, begged to him. It is basically the fetish that Kururu gets off from in his brain. He walked over to a conveniently placed computer screen on one of the walls of his lair. The screen showed Tamama all of the wonderful things about the conspiracy that was 12/21/2012. The apocalypse had many different conspiracies like Planet X, earthquakes, volcanos, world-wide panic, and even relations to the "Judgment Day" apocalypse (5/1/2011). Tamama could only blink and stare at the images and videos he was watching on the screen. He saw the gruesome pictures of dead Pekoponian bodies severed into pieces from zombies and criminals, the world's largest cities being filled with lava and blood, and the massive craters covering Pekopon that flattened thousands of square miles. After the little show Kururu compiled was over, Tamama showed a saddened face. Even though the whole platoon wished for invasion, it hurt Tamama the most to see it destroyed. It almost hurts him physically, like a punch straight to the gut.

"So why are you researching all of this, Kururu?" Tamama muttered from his still shocked body. He was actually beginning to shake a little. Once again, Kururu could only glare at Tamama.

"You are quite the questioner, Tamama. When will it ever be that I ask you all the questions, Huh? Hey Tamama, why do you always have such an eating disorder?" Hey Tamama, when will you ever man up like the rest of us? Hey Tamama, why do you suck at Call of Duty? Kukuku~. You know what Tamama, this is fun. I should ask you questions more often."

"Go to fucking hell, Kururu." Tamama thought to his head. He was given the sudden urge to finally man up to Kururu, but all that could escape his mouth was "I was just curious..." Kururu chuckled once again and finally decided to answer Tamama's question.

"Well if you do want to know my itinerary, I'm not going to give you my whole plan, because that would be too easy of a way to answer your question. However, I will give you a hint." Tamama looked directly at Kururu, looking more eager to hear the answer as every second passed. Finally Kururu opened his mouth and uttered the hint, "Kukuku~." He then turned around and walked away. Tamama was truly getting annoyed at Kururu's jokes to him.

"HEY, Kururu, get your FUCKING ass back over here and tell me a REAL hint, or I'll come over there and SMASH your skull into the ground!" Tamama then realized that he just spoke those words to Kururu. KURURU. Tamama took a step back and just stood there frozen, watching and preparing for Kururu's reaction. Kururu stopped right in his tracks and turned around facing Tamama directly.

"Kuku~ Well look at that! Tamama finally grew a pair! Alright, if your anger and new-found manliness is going to try to intimidate me, I might as well give you the hint that I was really going to give you. Hey, at least I got an answer to one of my questions, Kukuku~." Kururu once again and looked at Tamama and spoke the hint: "Two-thousand and twelve." With that, Kururu returned to walking back to his main computer. Tamama could finally breathe. He thought he was going to get murdered and squeezed to a thick and juicy pulp from Kururu. He finally had time to think about the hint Kururu gave him. He knew he wasn't going to get more from Kururu, so he didn't speak up once more.

"2012…" He could only ponder the idea. Tamama walked out of Kururu's laboratory only thinking about that year. The only thing that Tamama could think of was the fact that he learned about it, but what confused him was why he learned it, and why Kururu was researching it so deeply. Tamama didn't even realize where he was by the time he gave up on thinking about it; back in Keroro's room, where he was just finishing up his Gundam model. Tamama gave a soft "hm!" remembering how Keroro acted towards him. No matter how much Tamama had a love for Keroro, he didn't want to be treated as an output for Keroro's anger. He left the room and ascended the ladder that led to the kitchen of the Hinata house, where Fuyuki and Natsumi were in the kitchen, eating bowls of rice and cooked cow flesh.

"Hey, Tamama! What's new with you? We haven't seen you like at all today!" Fuyuki spoke up as he noticed Tamama emerging from the basement. He stuffed another piece of cow flesh into his mouth as he awaited Tamama's answer.

"Nothing much, really. I just hate Kururu…" Tamama said as he hopped up on the chair in front of Natsumi.

"I swear if that stupid toad is up to another one of his schemes I'll boil him to death!" Natsumi responded.

"Well, that's really the thing. I don't know what he's up to!" Tamama spoke, "He's doing this research on something called "2012" and when I asked what he was up to about it, he gave me a hint: "2012", and I still don't understand." Fuyuki's eyes grew wide and realized what Tamama was taking about. Aside from paranormal research, Fuyuki always read about apocalyptic circumstances and in fact, disproved them all.

"Well there's nothing to worry about with 2012, because it's 2013 now, right? Hehe…" He joked, and hearing that made Tamama and Natsumi cringe on how bad that was. Fuyuki got serious and cleared his throat: "Well I think I might know what Kururu is up to." The two looked at him and right before Fuyuki could give his opinion, the house began to shake furiously. Pots on the counter began to shake and slide towards the edge. Fuyuki, Tamama, and Natsumi fell right out of their chairs. Giroro awakened once again from his trance and darted for the house to see what was going on. Dororo, who entered out of nowhere, entered the house, but immediately tripped (like a ninja), to which his pinkie toe slammed into the corner of the counter. Keroro came straight upstairs screaming with a broken Gundam piece and in tears.

"What's happening?!" Natsumi yelled to whoever could hear her. Everyone began to yell and scream in fear.

"We must be having an earthquake!" Fuyuki answered. After 4 minutes of the house shaking ferociously, the house abruptly stopped shaking. No movement appeared anywhere. Broken glassware and china were present all over the floor, and everyone was scattered throughout the room. Giroro looked around and assessed everyone's status.

"Alright, it looks like everyone is ok; no injuries. Nobody needs any extra attention." He stated. Dororo was in the corner, crying about his hurt toe. He looked over to Giroro after hearing that "nobody was hurt and in need of attention." He sobbed more.


This is the end of the first chapter, but so many questions are still to be asked! What actually happened, what caused it? Well, I would say but I have Physics work to do (How fun finding the angular momentum of a bird flying around a tree attached to a rope :D ). I'll write more later when I get a new chance. Please review and thanks for reading! :3