Thank you for the comment, Darth Nominatis!
Since I said that I know those series, that means I indeed saw episodes of those.
None of those spark any interest on me and they will never do.
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Kelly was standing in front of an opened door, while the other three Inklings were behind her, pointing their eyes towards the treehouse's intern.
"... who turfed up?" Mirii frowned, as her shoulders rose.
"Like... problem in da house?" Carlson rose his mouth.
"Can't ya see?" Greta's right hand went on her forehead. "The turfin' door isn't doing the job."
"Who didn't shut it?!" Mirii stared at both Greta and Carlson.
"Get da stare off mah tentacles!" Sweat jumped out of the taller girl's head, while she had her hands in front of Mirii's face. "I remembered it shut 'n clean!"
"Like... I can't remember much." Carlson folded his arms, while his head lowered.
"... Dancy!" Mirii stared at Kelly now. "Get in a scoop of scoutin' and"
Kelly had her shoulders twisted towards Mirii, while her cheeks were puffed.
"... sigh..." Mirii looked away for a moment. "Ke'."
Kelly's cheeks puffed even more.
"... Kelly." Mirii's eyes rolled.
The shortest girl smiled a bit, as her cheeks returned back to normal.
"Tee hee hee!" She bounced inside the structure. "Checkiiiinn'!"
"Groan..." Mirii showed her teeth a bit.
"You two are so cute together!" Greta brought her clasped hands near her right cheek, as she closed her eyes and smiled widely.
"Hmpf!" Mirii's stare threw an imaginary thunder towards Greta. "Ya know what? Yo're gettin' too cutesy for turf's sake."
Mirii whistled loudly.
"Kelly! Here!"
"Hmmm?" Kelly bounced back, as she was carefully looking at Mirii while bending her back forward.
"Make it fresh." Mirii's head rose, while her arms wrapped. "Awake her true self."
"Huh?" Kelly's hands went down on the middle. "... you want me to substitute Grina's consciousness with her unconsciousness?"
"Eh?!" Greta's hands went in front of her chest. "Ya squiddin'?! I'm pretty slick!"
"Oh no, ya don'!" Mirii pointed her right forefinger towards Greta's face. "Cutesy stuff is fantasy ship for mah ears! Ya're losing your freshness there, Ms. Girly!"
"G-gaaaah!" Greta's eyes went watery, as her fists rose and her mouth waved.
Quickly, she looked back at Kelly, as her hands grabbed her small shoulders.
"Kelly my friend!" Greta sniffed loudly. "Make me a seabear!"
"Eh-eeeehh?!" Kelly's eyes disappeared.
"Mirii got da ambition down... but ya can make me da boss' boss!" Greta shook her head rapidly. "In other words, let my unconsciousness beat Mirii's pride!"
Kelly looked at Greta for a brief while, as she was mentally seeing her wearing a suit full of spikes and sporting scars on her faces. A large grin was also shaping on her-
"N-noooo...!" Kelly shook her head, as her face went fully blue. "Y-you would be"
"Don't think about it!" Greta grabbed Kelly's hands, as she pushed them against her heart chest. "Do it!"
"Ah-aaaaaahhh...!" Kelly's eyes went a little watery.
"Move it!" Mirii lowered her head, as her face went darker. "If she mondoes too much, I'll make her dry myself."
Kelly had her eyes glued onto Greta... before they closed. A sigh left her mouth.
"I have no choice, do I?" Kelly scowled back at Greta, as her mouth was holding her breath and her right hand retreated.
The young girl began pronouncing unknown words... then, she pulled her left hand off Greta's chest.
The tallest girl was staring at Kelly... but her eyes were now sparkling.
"You done bein' such a girly?!" Puffs of smoke came out of Mirii's ears.
"... ooooh..." Greta's knees bended a little, as a smile grew on her face.
"... eh?" Kelly's sight rose, as she noticed Greta's right-hand hovering above her head.
Before she knew it, Greta was petting Kelly's head while blushing a little and moaning happily.
"Wh-what?!" Mirii's frown reached the max.
"S-so cute..." Greta giggled.
"... oh?" Kelly blushed a little, while her mouth was shaping as an o.
"You are the cutest girl I have ever seen...!" Greta's clasped hands went over her head's right side. "Tee hee hee!"
"... r-really?!" Kelly smiled widely, as her eyes sparkled. "I am cute?!"
Greta nodded widely. Kelly began dancing in place, while giggling and-
"What have you done to her beat-beat?!" Mirii stomped the floor with her right foot. "You made her worse!"
"Bu-bu-bu-but this is Greta's unconsciousness!" Kelly was waving her arms sideways, as several sweat drops appeared behind her head.
"My bass!" Mirii's right forefinger pointed at Greta. "Girly's her game so much, she's pukin' sweets out of her mouth!"
"Wh-why are you..."
Mirii lowered her right forefinger, as she squeezed her eyes a little: Greta had her fists in front of her mouth, as her eyes went watery.
"Why are you screaming like that...?" She swallowed silently. "This is not very formal or stylish from you..."
"Ya keep your sweety mouth shut, Missy Sugar!" Mirii resumed her finger-pointing. "I'm not mushy-pushy girl mahself!"
"... maybe..." Greta took a few steps towards Mirii.
In a few seconds, Greta hugged Mirii calmly while petting the top of her head.
"Quit it!" Mirii blushed a bit, as she was trying to push Greta away as much as possible. "Quit iiiiiiiittt!"
"Don't worry... be calm now..." Greta was also blushing, while caressing her friend's head with her eyes closed.
"Grrrrrr!" Mirii twisted her head towards Carlson. "Bars! Do somethin'!"
"... eh..." Carlson's face was fully red, as he was grinning at the two.
"... what are ya mumblin' about?!" Smoke came out of Mirii's head. "GET ME OUT OF HERE, YA SUGARY SQUID!"
Kelly giggled.
"Aaaawwwww, Greta got sooooo much better...!" Her right hand went on her right cheek.
"Grrrraaaaahhh!" Mirii pushed Greta away, as she began stomping on the floor. "Enough games! We gotta bust in that turfin' station and get the data in a split-banana second!"
"I-I haven't checked the room yet!" Sweat jumped off Kelly's head, as she looked back at the room's intern.
"Nothing's at home!" Mirii dashed past everyone, walking inside the room. "Otherwise our basses were blasted!"
"S-speaking of dangers!" Greta was leaning in front of the treehouse's entrance, as her right forefinger rose. "Shouldn't we grab our weapons, before we go...?"
...
"... the point is yours." Mirii twisted behind, as she lowered her shoulders. "That turfin' station is haunted with those gooin' monsters and ship."
"Like, were our weapons effective against them...?" Carlson scratched the back of his head, while grinning a bit. "Can't really remember…"
...
"I can't remember neither!" Mirii shook her head, as she snorted. "Probably not!" She turned away. "We will just kick their basses with our shoes!"
"Can you?!" Kelly's hands went in front of her mouth, while bending forward and releasing more sweat out of her head.
"Whatever!" Mirii looked herself around. "Now, where was that darn thingathingy who opens ship up...?"
"Ah, that..." Greta looked up in the ceiling. "... oh dear, I can't remember!" Her left hand went over her left cheek.
"Ha ha, like..." Carlson brought his hands behind his neck. "... don't look at me, girl!"
"I do!" Mirii aimed her right forefinger over his face. "You are the only Squid who got the consciousness up in your brains! USE IT!"
"L-like, I-I don't really remember it, girl...!" His hands went back and forth, as sweat was covering his forehead.
Greta walked calmly towards Kelly, as she began talking inside her left ear.
"Ya're makin' me all funky now, Mr. BunchMuscles!" Mirii jumped in front of him, while raising her fists. "Wanna see how my punchin' methods work wonders?!"
"Eeeehhhmm... liiiiikkeeee..." His face went paler.
All the sudden, Kelly's left hand went onto Carlson's heart. The boy looked at the girl, as she was pronouncing the same unknown words as before.
"What's the funny here?!" Mirii growled at the young girl. "Speak up!"
"I was the one who told her to awaken Carlson's true spirit."
Mirii threw a strong stare at Greta, who was petting her own right tentacle.
"I know that he is much smarter than this..." She blushed. "I can feel it in my heart, Mirii..."
"I told ya to keep the sweeties away!" Mirii stomped the floor again. "Now's gonna be a turfin' wimp"
"Leave Greta alone, Mirii."
...
Mirii turned herself towards Carlson once more... as he was sporting a normal expression.
"We must focus on our objective!" He clenched his right fist, while frowning a bit. "The future of our city depends on our deeds!"
"... what the shell?!" Mirii's eyes expanded. "You turned into... vanilla?!"
