Chapter 4: this is a very important chapter
The next day was Dororo's birthday.
However that was not relevant to the plot nor did any of his friends give a crap, so nobody even brought it up.
Moving on.
After a good nights sleep, the Armpit platoon assembled at the base where Krisheshe wanted them to. The They assembled in the training room.
Krisheshe had them stand in a line then she handed each platoon member his badge.
"Now, stand at attention and open your ears, because I am now going to go through the procedure of how to use your badge to access a Pekoponian form," she instructed.
"Colonel!" Giroro stepped forward with a salute. "If youll allow me to ask… we wont happen to transform… er…"
"Giroro-senpai wants to know if we'll transform naked, ku ku ku!" Kururu interrupted.
"Is that so?" asked Krisheshe. "The answer, Corporal, is no. Keron's technology-developing team has already thought that through. They have designed for each and every one of you individual Pekoponian images based on your Keronian appearance."
Giroro let out his breathe and went back to his place in the line.
"And Sergeant Major Kururu…" Krisheshe turned to the yellow creep. "…you do not address your platoon mates by 'senpai.' Is that clear?"
"Ku ku ku" said Kururu. Krisheshe took that as a yes because even she couldn't argue against the credibility of those words. Instead she went back to the task at hand.
"Touch the current badge on your forehead right now. You shall press it down, turn it clockwise twice, and then pull on it gently."
Keroro, Tamama, Giroro Kururu and Doror all did this taking there badges off.
"Now, fasten your new badges on by doing the exact same thing, except backward."
Everyone groaned but complied anyway.
"Eh? Its on…." Tmamam peered up at his forehead "but I dont feel any different…."
"That is because you have not activated this new badge's ability," Krisheshe said to him. Her volume rose so that she could be heard by the rest of the platoon. "You will now press the badge once, thus activating your new, Pekoponian form."
Everyone did so, and a bright light enveloped the room. Keroro, Tamama, Giroro, and Kururu were all no more. And Dororo
Now, instead there were five Pekoponians in the room!
The first Pekoponian had pale green hare, black fingerless gloves that fit the form of his hands, a beige vest, green shorts, and regular shoes. He had a star wrist barnd. He had a sly grin and a mischievous look in his black eyes. He had a medium build, rather average-looking. This was Keroro.
The second Pekoponian had navy-blue hair as well as dark blue clothing that was framed with green and yellow. He wore a rich-looking suit but with shorts on the bottom, not too rich, half-casual, but still making him look cute. His symbol was on his collar. His eyes were dark purple and he was rather short. This was Tamama.
The third Pekopponian looked fierce and ready for battle. He had dark red hair, a scar across his left eye, and a belt slung over his shoulder. His symbol was at the top of his belt at his shoulder. He wore a military jacket, cargo pants, and combat boots. Most of his clothing was dark red, maroon, or brown. This was Giroro.
The fourth Pekoponian had blondd hair, green eyes, and wore yellow clothing like a t-shirt and jeans but with a labcoat over that. His symbol was on his t-shirt. He also had glasses with spirals in them and headphones though. Because of this, no one knew how he could hold up his glasses. No one ever shall. This was Kururu.
The fifth Pekoponian's hair was light blue like the sky his eyes were light blue too. He had a mask and a scarf, maybe they were the same thing, the scarf sort of began where the mask ended. A shirt was folded over his chest, net being placed where skin was showing. He had ninja-like wrist and shin guards. His symbol was on the backs of his hands on the wrist guards. This was Keroro.
I mean Dororo.
"These large hands! Just imagine how many Gunpla I can build with a body like this" said Keroro.
"mmm snacks" Taamama just ate food.
"This will make the mission much quicker," said Giroro with satisfaction. But then he began to fantasize of Natsumi.
"Ku ku ku" said Kururu.
"Hey everyone its my birthday today" said Dororo, but nobody cared to listen.
"I trust that you are all rightly fascinated," said Krisheshe. "If you'll give me just one moment, I'll join the lot of you and we'll take a trip through the streets so as to accustom yourselves to moving around in your new bodies."
"Huh?" Keroro gave her a confusedlook. The rest of them looked over at her as well. Krisheshe pushed her own badge, which they now noticed was a shape sorta like a pair of connected wings, only sharper. There was a flash of light.
Krisheshe the Keronian was no more. Standing before them now was a beautiful Pekoponian female. Krisheshe as a Keronian looked nothing like theyd expected. She had rich, dark skin; dark blue eyes that slanted downward and were framed by slick, full eyebrows; a black shirt that clung tightly to her torso, looking lightweight and easy to move around in; a large belt that hung loosely about her hips; oversized khaki pants; long, jet-black hair that trailed down to her ankles, with a streak of light lavender through her bangs; a hint of purple eyeshadow; and, of course, her signature tight-fitting white gloves.
"Now I believe we are ready," said Krisheshe with a bit of a grin as she tightened her gloves.
And the five of them venchured outside.
Oh yeah and Dororo too. so I guess that makes six
"What now?" sed Keroro.
"Now," explained Krisheshe, "I am going to allow you to experience firsthand the efficiency of these new forms. Observe — " She swept out her hand, gesturing to the Pekoponian-filled streets before them. " — all that there is to test. Go ahead; walk up to a Pekoponian and converse with them."
Keroro scratched his head "What should I say?"
She thought a moment. "Ask a Pekoponian where the CD store is…. Claim that you are new to Japan and do not know your way around Middle Tokyo. One ought to believe you, you being green-haired."
"I am green haired?" Keroro asked. He did not no this, because he could not see himself. The otherds nodded to him. "And… pekoponians find it strange that I might have green hair?"
"Yes they do Keroro. Yes they do." said Girroro.
Keroro was appalled
"Fine. I'll go ask a Pekoponjin then." He went to te nearest pekoponjian and asked them where was the CD store were.
"oh, it's just down there" said the Pekoponian giving him a strange look.
"Hey, you look kind of cute…" she said. Keroro gulped. He had always none he was extremly attractive, aof course, but this attractive!? Maybe now its because I look like a pekoponjin He thought.
"Arfe you from a round here?" she asked.
Keroro didn't know what to say. He looked over her shoulder at Krisheshe hoping she would give him a signal or something, like they always do in baseball.
However, baseball was Krishehshe's least favorite sport. No signals came for him.
Keroro at last expelled a sigh. "I'm not from here no."
"Oh, that's to bad." The girl looked disappointed. "You staying at a hotel or something?"
Keroro thought a moment, thens aid "Yes."
"Really? which hotel?"
Keroro sweated. He didnt no the names of no hotels , so he made one up.
"What?" Said the girl. "But that ones so expensive!"
"Right. Yes."
"How can you afford it?"
Kerooro didn't have time to think, so he said the worst possible thing ever. "I have green hair… so… money grows… from it?"
Behind the girl's shoulder, Krisheshe gave her first signal — she planted her face into her hand.
Kerroros heart sunk. He had failed the believability test. In front of a colonel and now she thought he was stupid.
The girl kinda sorta left after that.
"Cd's store's that way." He pointed.
"Yes, I was well aware," Krisheshe informed him.
"And so I had to find out anyway, why?"
"It was a task. A very simple one." She slanted her face upward at him slightly (height difference) and inquired, "Have you never conversed with a Pekoponian before in a disguise?"
"Well, yes, we all have, but in those disguises it was different because we had frogs for heads."
"What? You used D-Grade suits? Who in your platoon allowed for the continual use of those defective, inept, humiliating creations?"
Everyone pointed at Kururu.
Kururu turned his head away from Keroro. "well hey Captain you were the one who wanted me too."
"Ah, so I see it is the fault of the leader, once again," Krisheshe noticed.
"Yeah like you could do any better" Giroro grred under his breath.
"Oh?" Krisheshe turned to look at him challengingly in the eye. "A smart mouth in the group, hm?" She clapped her hand on her knee. "We're off to the CD store. Follow me, group. We don't want anyone to trip, do we?"
"Why the CD store?" asked Tamama.
"Why not" said Kururu, who liked CD's, especially with curry.
"Why is everyone forgetting about me" cried… well… you know who (it wasn't Voldemort tho)
And they went off to see the CD store, the wonderful CD store of oz. Whiz whiz whiz whiz some other words. There weren't that many interruptions in there travels, except maybe a bit of Dororo crying, and a bit of Giroro getting distracted once to flirt with a passing Natsumi, a bit of this, and a bit of that.
When they finally got the the CD store they finally found out Krisheshe's reasoning when she showed them a secret entrance to alien Street. They went throught the entrance and got to alien Street, and then she showed them the weapons store.
"Um, we already GOT plenty of weapons" Tamama pointed out. "We have a factory room in the base that produces tons of the latest and greatest weaponsry."
"Good for you," said Krisheshe, sounding as though she didn't at all care. She lifted a F-15J Fighter jet model from a display stand on a table and examined it. "However, an efficient platoon doesn't require special weaponry. Special weaponry only masks their weaknesses.
"A good platoon," she told them all, "requires just the basics. And when it comes to weaponry, that's where we're going to start."
So hey do we have any artists out their who want to draw the frogs as Pekoponians? That would be really cool