Quite Possibly the Most Bizarre Event to Ever Occur… probably

Chiyo-chichi was drifting through the purgatory of space-time-confundibulum limbo, when suddenly his pager screeched.

"Back to work!" he mumbled to the denizens of the ulterior realm, then he emerged somewhere in Koenji, in the form of an emaciated vagabond. Instinctively he scanned the nearby thoroughfares for any sign of his charge, though he forgot to note that it was, indeed, 3:00 AM. Fuelled by an extremely irrational frustration, he attempted to propel his humanoid form in hopes of gaining a bird's eye perspective, however, his current permutation was clearly not used to such labour, and disintegrated into dust. A passer-by may have witnessed a vaguely feline entity emerging from a pile of ectoplasm and cadaver residue, but no such persons existed – so the capricious "cat" took form with a forlorn comportment.

"Woe is me!" he cried to the unyielding firmament, which chuckled at his futile venture.

"Just give up…"

"No! I will not betray my precursors… those who they call Omega and Pulchritudinous Rex… I will honour the ethics and principles they engraved in that tombstone about five days ago… though I could only discern the words "heteromorphic" and "laxative"…"

With rejuvenated determination, Chiyo-chichi sauntered down the road, towards the unspecified, innocuous, High School. Somehow by obliterating mailboxes and trashcans he made six hours pass in the space of five seconds, and soon the young hopefuls were ambling onto the campus, chatting animatedly. Suddenly his Chichy-sense began to tingle, and he felt the chosen one drawing near. Destinies would be fulfilled this day, or… perhaps tomorrow, as he was still somewhat hungover. He did, however, have enough vigour to divulge the operation outline. That is, if he could suppress his inane desire to become a bird for long enough to communicate an imperative message with clarity… Which was unlikely – but he was not discouraged!

"Where are you, O one among ones!" he cried, zooming haphazardly between the cliques and posses, an insane grin painted on his "face".

"Where are you hiding? Why are you hiding? WHEN ARE YOU HIDING!"

For whatever reason, his formerly reliable Chichy-sense was playing up (today of all days, he commented furiously), and he would be left with no choice but to weed out the weaklings… and smash in their windows and kick in their doors… Or perhaps he didn't need to get that excessive.

To summarize the last few lines or so in a concise manner: he needed to contact the chosen one, and fast!

Chihiro was giggling at Kaorin's reaction to Sakaki's cold shoulder, when a dour atmosphere loomed over her.

"Are you the chosen one?" an egotistical, currently formless being enquired of her.

"Uh… how would I know? What are the prerequisites?"

"Hmph! Don't give me that garbage! You're just a minor character!"

And so began the demise of Chiyo-Chichi… for his intolerant remarks towards minor character worldwide… look out for the next exciting instalment in this novelty saga, "Fun With Fridge"!

Note: That's the end.