Quack Experimental Fan Fiction: Excel Saga
"I need a new story idea." I say to myself, "Hmm.maybe a new next generation idea. But what?"
I turn my PS2 player on, a DVD's inside, an ADV one is seems. "Oh look it's Excel Saga, been a while since I watched that.wait, that's it! I'll do a next gen. of Excel Saga! Booyah! This'll be awesome!" I look down and see I've caused my bed to crash down the centre. "Ahem." Casually I step to the side.
"But.who in their right mind would have a kid with Excel Excel?" I ponder this, "Well - no one said it had to be on purpose." I evilly smirk.
"I - " I turn around to see a thin man in glasses, stamping my forehead, "I Koshi Rikdo hereby give permission for Excel Saga to be turned into a Western anime fan's work of fan literature!"
I blink, peering up at the red mark on my head, "But I'm Australian, not western.Baka."
Our Story Begins.In the Future.
"My, how far into the future?" Will-chan asks me.
I shrug, "No idea.but.um.Excel's a grown woman! On the outside at least - " I cue a sweat-drop to myself as I nervously giggle.
~ ACROSS ~
"Hail Lord Ilpalazzo!" Meekly says Chibi-Hyatt, tumbling back. "Wheeze.wheeze."
Chibi-Cel peers down at her friend, "Er.Hat-chan?" Chibi-Cel clears her throat and jumps in the air, flashing a huge grin, winking, "Hail - Daddy!"
Ilpalazzo reads a manga as he sits bishily on his throne, "Greetings girls - oh, where are your mothers?"
Chibi-Hyatt pulls her strength, raising an arm, trembling, "Drowning in the bath, sir."
"I see, and where is Excel?" Ilpalazzo requests, taking a moment to laugh at his manga.
Chibi-Cel dances around Chibi-Hyatt, throwing red petals at her, "Playing with plastic boats in the bath Mrs. Hyatt is drowning in, toot-toot!"
Lord Ilpalazzo flips his manga over, "Preoccupied again? Very well, I will have to charge you two with the mission. Who knows, you may even be more useful."
Chibi-Cel bunches up her fists joyfully, "My heart if filled with joy and Smart Missiles! My dear Daddy is charging me, his only daughter with a mission! A MISSION!!! Gambatte Chibi-Cel!"
"How Japanese of you Cel-Chan," breaths Chibi-Hyatt, fainting.
Chibi-Cel grows bunny ears, "So.what's the mission?!"
Ilpalazzo boldly rises to his feet, holding out the manga dramatically, "You are.to go to the past and get me the complete edition of this manga in mint condition!"
The young girl scratches her head, "Cel-chan is most grateful - but doesn't see why she has to time travel."
"Since foolish companies in Japan decided Sailor Moon wasn't a hot manga item anymore they stopped print of copies! And so, as a newly devoted fan, I must have two copies of each manga book! One mint condition.the other for reading purposes. Do you understand the importance of this mission, Cel- chan?!"
Chibi-Cel grins, "Ah, Daddy is now a bishoujo fanboy? Very well, as your daughter and disciple, I Cel-chan, her bestest friend in the whole wide sugar bowl, Chibi-Hyatt and - " Chibi-Cel grabs out of nowhere a mewing little puppy with a cute pink bow, "our faithful pet and emergency snack - Chi!" Chi mews, trying to kick herself out of the crazy girl's grasp.
Chibi-Hyatt suddenly pops up, blood trickling down her mouth, "How shall we enter the past, Lord Ilpalazzo?"
He points to a large, red and white swirled circle, "Through this portal."
"Yay!" Chibi-Cel races toward it, jumping into it, banging her head, falling back. "Cel-chan is in paaaain!"
"I haven't turned it on yet."
"Oh."
Ilpalazzo pulls a rope, the circle swirls at a rate of 60 dizzy spells per 30 seconds. "Ok, now you may jump."
"Thanks Daddy!" Giggles Chibi-Cel, pulling a water float up her legs to sit at her waste. "Banzai!" She dives in.
"I hope the water is not too deep," ponders Chibi-Hyatt, meekly stepping in.
Ilpalazzo sits back on his throne, flipping to another page of his manga, "My word, Miss Usagi's turning bi?"
"I need a new story idea." I say to myself, "Hmm.maybe a new next generation idea. But what?"
I turn my PS2 player on, a DVD's inside, an ADV one is seems. "Oh look it's Excel Saga, been a while since I watched that.wait, that's it! I'll do a next gen. of Excel Saga! Booyah! This'll be awesome!" I look down and see I've caused my bed to crash down the centre. "Ahem." Casually I step to the side.
"But.who in their right mind would have a kid with Excel Excel?" I ponder this, "Well - no one said it had to be on purpose." I evilly smirk.
"I - " I turn around to see a thin man in glasses, stamping my forehead, "I Koshi Rikdo hereby give permission for Excel Saga to be turned into a Western anime fan's work of fan literature!"
I blink, peering up at the red mark on my head, "But I'm Australian, not western.Baka."
Our Story Begins.In the Future.
"My, how far into the future?" Will-chan asks me.
I shrug, "No idea.but.um.Excel's a grown woman! On the outside at least - " I cue a sweat-drop to myself as I nervously giggle.
~ ACROSS ~
"Hail Lord Ilpalazzo!" Meekly says Chibi-Hyatt, tumbling back. "Wheeze.wheeze."
Chibi-Cel peers down at her friend, "Er.Hat-chan?" Chibi-Cel clears her throat and jumps in the air, flashing a huge grin, winking, "Hail - Daddy!"
Ilpalazzo reads a manga as he sits bishily on his throne, "Greetings girls - oh, where are your mothers?"
Chibi-Hyatt pulls her strength, raising an arm, trembling, "Drowning in the bath, sir."
"I see, and where is Excel?" Ilpalazzo requests, taking a moment to laugh at his manga.
Chibi-Cel dances around Chibi-Hyatt, throwing red petals at her, "Playing with plastic boats in the bath Mrs. Hyatt is drowning in, toot-toot!"
Lord Ilpalazzo flips his manga over, "Preoccupied again? Very well, I will have to charge you two with the mission. Who knows, you may even be more useful."
Chibi-Cel bunches up her fists joyfully, "My heart if filled with joy and Smart Missiles! My dear Daddy is charging me, his only daughter with a mission! A MISSION!!! Gambatte Chibi-Cel!"
"How Japanese of you Cel-Chan," breaths Chibi-Hyatt, fainting.
Chibi-Cel grows bunny ears, "So.what's the mission?!"
Ilpalazzo boldly rises to his feet, holding out the manga dramatically, "You are.to go to the past and get me the complete edition of this manga in mint condition!"
The young girl scratches her head, "Cel-chan is most grateful - but doesn't see why she has to time travel."
"Since foolish companies in Japan decided Sailor Moon wasn't a hot manga item anymore they stopped print of copies! And so, as a newly devoted fan, I must have two copies of each manga book! One mint condition.the other for reading purposes. Do you understand the importance of this mission, Cel- chan?!"
Chibi-Cel grins, "Ah, Daddy is now a bishoujo fanboy? Very well, as your daughter and disciple, I Cel-chan, her bestest friend in the whole wide sugar bowl, Chibi-Hyatt and - " Chibi-Cel grabs out of nowhere a mewing little puppy with a cute pink bow, "our faithful pet and emergency snack - Chi!" Chi mews, trying to kick herself out of the crazy girl's grasp.
Chibi-Hyatt suddenly pops up, blood trickling down her mouth, "How shall we enter the past, Lord Ilpalazzo?"
He points to a large, red and white swirled circle, "Through this portal."
"Yay!" Chibi-Cel races toward it, jumping into it, banging her head, falling back. "Cel-chan is in paaaain!"
"I haven't turned it on yet."
"Oh."
Ilpalazzo pulls a rope, the circle swirls at a rate of 60 dizzy spells per 30 seconds. "Ok, now you may jump."
"Thanks Daddy!" Giggles Chibi-Cel, pulling a water float up her legs to sit at her waste. "Banzai!" She dives in.
"I hope the water is not too deep," ponders Chibi-Hyatt, meekly stepping in.
Ilpalazzo sits back on his throne, flipping to another page of his manga, "My word, Miss Usagi's turning bi?"