Episode 2: Mr. Fujuju's Wild Ride
Part 2
They rushed back up from the underground base, Kururu, Kirere, and Dororo joining them along the way. When they finally reached Keroro's room, Maggie, who was at the head, nearly fell back—A small green robot went zooming past her head, and they looked around and noticed it was not the only one… All of the Gunpla had come to life and were firing their weapons, flying, or stomping on the ground, with Keroro sitting up on top of a new wooden shelving unit, shaking as he looked down at the battle ground in his room.
"Gunso-san!" Tamama called out, and went running for his superior, Fujuju revealing a black umbrella and opening it then following the little black tadpole, protecting them both from the Gunpla assaults with the umbrella along the way.
"Looks like someone pressed the organic activation!" Fujuju said as he climbed up the shelf with Tamama, kicking a Gunpla from his foot as he did so. "But how would they—Wait a moment… Where's my hammer?"
"Hammer?" Keroro repeated. "It… It didn't happen to be blue and silver, did it?"
"…Oh dear…" Fujuju dropped his head as Keroro lifted up the very hammer shakily. "That's why all of these little toys are running around… And the force of the activation caused the tremors… My, they're causing… Quite a mess… Quite a few explosions and such… Still it's lovely.."
"You… You mean this thing does things like that?" Keroro asked.
"Yeah, it's as powerful as a Kero Ball!" Tamama answered.
"W-WHAT?! I… I could've taken over this planet with something I was finishing off my new Gunpla display cases with!?" Keroro choked.
"Fujuju-san, how do we make them stop?" Tamama asked as he dodged a Gunpla that flew too close to his head. Fujuju was gone now, however. "Tama? Where did he?..."
"They got the door opened!" Kirere cried out .
"Bloody—They're spilling out into the house!" Oliver added. "And Fujuju went with them…"
"He had the look," Maggie muttered, and Oliver shot his head over to her, looking worried now as well and noticing the small explosions the Gunpla gave when they fired.
"Everyone, follow me!" Dororo demanded, and pulled out his sword, he sliced through the Gunpla (God of Gunpla forgive us) with the others following, Maggie carrying Kirere and Kururu on Oliver's back.
"Ow! Stupid little thing!" Maggie yelped as one gripped onto her leg, and she kicked it away.
"Come on, Gunso-san, I'll get you out of here!... Gunso-san?" Keroro had gone stark white, and Tamama waved a hand in front of his mentor. "Gunso-san?"
"….Tamama-chan, leave me here… A good captain goes down with his ship…" Keroro said dully as he watched Dororo slice through some more of the Gunpla and lead the group out of the room. It wasn't much different in the living room itself. Little Gunpla were shooting lasers, causing little explosions everywhere. The Hinata children and Mois, who had come back into the house recently, were wearing cooking pots for helmets, and Natsumi was fending the Gunpla off for the three of them with a skillet and a ladle, knocking away the hoards with the metal object.
"Maggie, do you see Fujuju?" Oliver asked, and she shook her head.
"Natsumi!" Giroro rushed in from his tent, guns drawn, and began to take down the Gunpla, doing a fair amount of damage to the house in the process.
Tamama led Keroro out of the room by the hand, and Keroro leaned against the wall and slid down it slowly as he saw this unfold.
"These things are even more annoying when they're shooting at us!" Natsumi cried out. "They just keep coming! How many has Stupid Frog made, anyway!?"
"Kuku, it's in the hundreds, by my estimates," Kururu replied. Kirere hopped out of Maggie's grasp and retrieved her large wrench-shaped weapon, and began to fight off the Gunpla herself.
"I'm going to go look for him!" Maggie called out while Oliver yelped and went to put out a fire that had started on the curtains.
"So many beautiful little blasts… Need a bigger one if they want to do it right!" Fujuju grumbled from his place outside of the house, looking over at the fire in front of Giroro's tent and laughing, then going back what he now preoccupied himself with; setting little black orbs around the house.
"Fujuju!" Maggie stopped short as she saw him, but he paid no heed to her. "Come on, snap out of it! You can see all of the nice blasts inside!"
"They aren't big enough!" Fujuju snapped. "They're doing it all wrong! I'll show them how to make a good one! That's my favorite game…." he followed this with another laugh, and Maggie eyed the fire next to Giroro's tent, and stepped it front of it, just as Fujuju turned around to it.
"You're blocking the show," he snapped, but she held her ground and gulped a bit.
"You're getting past this! All of your hard work will have been for nothing!" she cried out, and the corner of his mouth twitched a bit.
"Ma… Maggie, I… I can't, I…YEOUCH!" Maggie shuffled back a bit as Fujuju gave the cry of surprise, and he then collapsed to the ground. Pururu stood over him, her large syringe weapon in one hand, her other wiping her forehead.
"I saw him going out here, I thought he was hurt," Pururu explained as Maggie scooped him up. "…What're those—They're what I think they are, aren't they?"
"….He has a bit of a problem we're working on," Maggie answered in reference to the small black bombs he'd been planting. "I'll take care of the mess… This isn't the first time."
"Keroro, see if you can use that thing again!" Giroro called out as he shot at another Gunpla, then pulled off one that had fallen on top of his head, and then kicked off one that had latched onto one of his legs.
"What's the point of living anymore, anyway?" Keroro asked numbly.
"Gunso!" Fuyuki called out.
"Stupid Frog, do it or I'll make sure Mama knows this was all your doing!" Natsumi snapped.
"General Mom?" Keroro perked up a bit at this. "That could be a problem…"
"Wait, didn't Fujuju-san take it back?" Tamama asked, and just as he said this Maggie rushed back in, Pururu clearing her way to Keroro. She knelt down next to the green Keronian and pulled out the hammer from the same blanket she had Fujuju wrapped in.
"Please tell me other aliens know how to work these things, too!" she asked, and Keroro took it and studied it.
"Which button was it again…?" Keroro wondered aloud, examining it.
"Ojiisama!" Mois shouted out.
"Stupid Frog!" Natsumi growled.
"S-So much pressure the main character has to contend with! I'm thinking, I'm thinking!" Keroro called back. "If I'm not mistaken, it was… This one!"
He pressed the button and hit the hammer on the floor, but this only resulted in large gusts of wind suddenly swirling about.
"Wrong one, wrong one!" Keroro yelped, gripping onto the side of a doorway for dear life as he swung in the hurricane-speed winds. "I… I don't remember what one it was!"
"Just press one, you fool!" Giroro shouted, catching Kirere as she went flying by him and holding onto the counter tightly with her gripping onto him.
"All right!... So impatient," Keroro muttered and then gripped onto the hammer, pressing a random series of buttons as he did this and hitting the floor with the hammer. The winds stopped and all crashed to the ground, including what was left of the Gunpla soldiers.
Natsumi sat up, her head still spinning and her hair a mess. The hair of the other humans and lone Angol wasn't much better.
"Megane, megane…" Kururu muttered as he felt the floor around him, searching for the glasses that had gone missing in the winds.
"Can you say, was blind but now can see?" Mois asked with a grin as she passed him his glasses.
"Boy, they weren't kidding when they said Japan was a strange place!" Oliver laughed, and Maggie answered this by taking one of the Gunpla and throwing it at him.
"PURUPURUPURUPURUPURUPURUPURU," Pururu's resonance managed to put the damaged house back in order while the rest of the platoon helped work on cleanup as well and Maggie still sat on the couch, holding Fujuju in her arms like a small child.
"The nice red piranha-looking one got rid of the bombs, Mag!" Oliver announced as he walked back inside, and Giroro grit his teeth at this, and began to go off on the blonde boy, but was quickly stopped as Natsumi walked past him, tossing him a trash bag and nearly knocking him over.
"Take that out and make sure there's nothing sticking out that Mama will see when she pulls up!" Natsumi barked, and Giroro grumbled but relented all the same.
"Eh… Did I… I got carried away again, didn't I?" Fujuju asked as he came to, a bit of a shamed tone in his voice as he looked at the cleanup effort around him.
"Hey on the bright side you didn't do most of the destruction!" Oliver grinned as he took a seat next to his sister and Fujuju, and their tutor wriggled up out of the blanket and sat up, rubbing his head.
"I'm sorry…" he muttered. "You know I hate getting that way in front of you two."
"Ah, just makes you more interesting is all!" Oliver answered, rubbing him on top of the head playfully while Maggie gave a small laugh. "Now don't go putting yourself down. You're still a lot smarter than either of us!"
"That should about do it," Pururu announced happily as she finished and rubbed her now slightly sore throat a bit.
"One last thing I have to do. I promise no pyrotechnics involved," Fujuju hopped down from the couch and wandered into Keroro's room, otherwise unnoticed.
"A good chance to clear my collection and make with anew anyhow!" Keroro convinced himself as he stacked another brown cardboard box of Gunpla figure pieces in the corner then took a step back and looked at them. "…But to have all of my hard work regulated to two boxes of junk."
"My exact feelings when I worked in chemistry," Fujuju said good-humoredly as he stood behind Keroro. "But that's all due to an unfortunate incident with a burner… I feel badly for this, so I was hoping you'd allow me to take a look at those boxes of yours, Keroro-chan?"
"Hrm? Well, if you can find some use for them, Fujuju-san…."
Fujuju nodded, and pulled out his hammer, then pressed a few of the buttons, "Set function to… "Back to the way you were"…." He then swung with all of his might, and there was a blue flash, but the boxes both looked the same.
"That's it?" Keroro blinked.
"That's it," Fujuju answered, sounding content as he walked out, the hammer over his one arm.
"He sure is a few cogs loose of a working clock…." Keroro muttered, then walked over and peered into the box. "My… My Gunpla, back to-" the followed by a huge cheer, and Keroro had a rough time making the turn out of his room without hitting the wall next to it.
"Fujuju-san! You… You… You fixed the damaged Gunpla, all of them! Are you sure there's no way we could trade you out for Kururu Soucho!?" Keroro asked, and Fujuju gave a little bit of an embarrassed laugh.
"No way, this one's ours," Oliver lifted up the chartreuse Keronian and held him underneath the arms, and Fujuju didn't seem to mind much. In fact he seemed quite pleased to be doing good.
"Could you at least maybe give us the blueprints to that nice device of yours?" Keroro asked, pointing to the hammer in Fujuju's one hand.
"I'm sorry, Keroro-chan, but I destroyed them… The blueprints for this and the recipe for my toffee cookies are two things I will never shared with the world," Fujuju said apologetically, and Keroro gaped at this. "It was just too much power, that's why the Ballhammer is only designed to do smaller things."
"Just a little hint?" Keroro asked, and at this Natsumi lifted him up by the head. It was then that Keroro saw Kururu, who had the strangest look on his face. "Gero…. You heard that whole thing about wanting to replace you, didn't you, Kururu Soucho?"
"Kukukukukukukuku…." Was Kururu's only response as he stalked back to his lab.
"I have a feeling that that means I'm going to pay for my words later," Keroro muttered.
"We'll have to do this again sometime," Maggie said with a nervous smile and a tiny bit of a bow. "We'll give you more warning next time."
"Are you two going home so soon?" Fuyuki asked.
"Yeah, our sister doesn't like us out too late close to school nights," Oliver answered.
"Plus there's the matter of a biology test you're both taking," Fujuju folded his arms, and both children gave a groan at this.
"Here ya go!" Tamama set up the brooms he'd pulled out of Keroro's room and Maggie took hers, then Oliver took his. "Come back with snacks whenever you want! We'll make sure to keep all of the fires out!"
"Hrm? Kirere-chan, you have a little cut," Pururu noticed as she stood there watching this, and Kirere looked down at her elbow, and there was a scrap. "Here, let me…" Pururu dabbed a paper towel on the wound and then put a bandage on top of it. "Good as new!"
"Thanks! You're a lot better than Dad, he puts about five on just one cut…" Kirere muttered.
"He just wants to make sure you're safe. I should get going, too. I just got a call saying we're getting ready to head out."
"Bye, Pururu-chan!" Keroro waved, his hands full of his newly fixed Gunpla. "Bye, Fujuju-san! Bye strange identical Pekoponians!"
"So he's trying to take over the place? I'd be fine with that… I mean, he seems nicer than most politicians," Oliver said as he and his sister walked out into the backyard, their brooms at their sides.
"You wouldn't know politics from a hole in the wall," Maggie sighed.
"Hey, wait a second!" Natsumi rushed into the kitchen and then hurried back, a white box tied in string in one hand. "A gift from one set of unlucky Earthlings to another. I picked these up last time I was out."
"Hrm? Oh, thanks! We'll have to remember to bring something by next time!" Maggie took the box and smiled gratefully.
"As long as it's not more bad luck," Giroro snorted.
"Come back soon! Bye!" Tamama waved as they walked out. "That went a little bit better than I thought!"
"Tamama Nitohei, how bad did you see it going in your mind exactly?" Keroro ventured to ask.
Pururu was back on the ship, and finally finished wiping away the ash from the battle of the Gunpla. She went to toss away the facial wipe, then noticed something else she'd tossed in the trash, something set right on top. She picked up the tissue she'd used to wipe away the blood from Kirere's scrape and thought for a moment, then headed down to her work area, narrowly dodging Garuru in the process.
She placed part of the tissue on an object that looked a great deal like a microscope and began to type away at the computer, "Analyze DNA matches…"
There was no Kirere on file, which aroused Pururu's suspicions, but it did pull up two half matches, "…Giroro-kun and Kururu Soucho?... That means then that Keroro-kun was telling the truth after all…If he was honest about that, then… Everything else was…"
"Pururu," Garuru's voice startled her, and she quickly shut down all she had been working on and spun around. "…How's my niece?"
"Oh! She's doing well! She got a little bit taller!" she answered, trying to hide her nervousness but doing a poor job at it. This answer seemed to satisfy him, and he left the doorway, leaving Pururu alone to think.
"Weird as Japan is, they know how to make some good food! Still not as good as the stuff we get here, though," Oliver exclaimed, and Maggie nodded as she took another bite of her fish-shaped snack. The front door opened and in walked their sister, dressed in a familiar uniform, one public bus drivers wore. Frannie tossed aside the hat and collapsed at the dining room table her brother and sister were seated at.
"You're working buses now?!" Oliver asked, astonished. "They let you in charge of something that big!?"
Maggie delivered a slap to her brother's shoulder and stood, "We have to go study… We brought you some snacks while we were out, Fran! Hope you like them, there's still plenty in there!"
"Oh, thank you both… The quiet time would be good," she nodded in agreement. "Don't forget to take keys!"
"We won't!" Oliver answered as they hurried out the door, and Frannie now leaned forward a bit and brought the white box over to herself.
"What on Earth…?" she wondered as she studied the fish-shaped food and then took a bite, nodding and a bit relieved as she found it wasn't fish-flavored. She then pulled down the lid and noticed the address to the bakery, written completely in Japanese.
"Where did they go exactly?" she asked herself.