Okay, after the whole sappy, sentimental reunion was over, the platoon finally got a look at their future selves (from behind a hedge).
They could see that Keroro went through rough times, considering his artificial hand and leg. Giroro, they could tell, loved his son and daughter more than anything, because he never allowed either to leave his side.
Dororo just sat there, playing with his youngest daughter. Jessie loved playing with her Daddy, that was for sure.
Elizabeth, a few hours later, said to her father, "Daddy, didn't we get our Hogwarts letters?"
Smiling, he said, "I should believe so. Your mother and Keroro finished writing them last night."
"Can we PLEESE go to Diagon Alley! Please! I need books, quills, robes, cauldrons," and with a smirk on her face, she looked at Giroro, "and maybe even a broomstick."
Giroro, chuckling, said to Elizabeth, "Okay, books, quills, robes and cauldrons we can do. But, no broomstick!"
"But daddy..!"
"No buts. It's against school rules. No one in their first year is to be on the Quiddich team. You're to use the school brooms for flying lessons. Kururu's wife just replaced Madam Hooch."
"Oh, joy," Elizabeth sighed. "Kururu's wife."
But, then, she hugged Giroro and whispered, "I'm just so happy to see you again."
Garuda just stood in the corner, her back straight, staring at Elizabeth and Henry. She wiped the tears out of her eyes, and ran into the woods.
Deeper into the woods, there was a throne with a pale Keronian woman. She was a sickly white, with blank, unblinking eyes. A robe covered her head, and she had a symbol of a skull with a snake curling out of its mouth: the Dark Mark.
"Bring back anything, Chui?" the woman asked.
"Your plan has sadly failed, Lady Yunana. The Keroro Platoon have survived." Garuda personally felt happy that her family lived, but she refused to say anything. Being happy about her mistress's failure will result in her death.
"As I expected. Anything else?" Yunana asked.
"Well, the platoon's past selves are now there. A Time Turner accident, I assume."
"Very good information, Chui." Garuda felt a surge of pride when Yunana told her this. It wasn't every day that you get complimented by the Dark Lady. If you don't get tortured or killed, that was enough of a compliment in its own. But then-
"Chui, what's wrong?"
"I don't feel right about this. I'm betraying the only family I ever had."
"Nonsense! You are getting revenge on your uncle! Was it not he that murdered his own brother, your father! And your aunt didn't even bother to allow your mother to live after you were born! Those who kill deserve to be killed!"
Garuda pursed her lips. "'Those who kill deserve to be killed," she repeated. "Yes, of course, Milady. May I ask a special favor of you?"
"Say it, and perhaps I will comply."
"I would like to be the one to kill Giroro Goucho, and his wife."
Yunana's smile showed beneath her robe. It was an evil smile, with ugly pointed, yellow teeth.
"Why, of course," Yunana said. Then, the two witches both let out a long, evil cackle.