Chippy: (Nods) Eee-choo! (Translation: Yes!)
Young Gio: Man, how high c-can you climb?
Chippy: (Tilts her head) Choo...(Stretches her arms as far as she could; Translation: A lot.)
Young Gio (nods and opens up basket): So...Father taught you how to cook?
Chippy: (Shrugs her arms while moving her hands a bit) Tee-chee (Being modest; Translation: Not much.)
Young Gio: But he told me that you helped Bates prepare this lunch?
Chippy: (Smiles and nods) Roo-chee-thee (Translation: Yes, this lunch, I did.)
Young Gio: What did you and Bates make?
Chippy: (Opens basket; revealed the created food) Roo-chee. Tuuee-chaa. Dee-chee. (Translation: Fried bananas. Dried coconut flakes. Dipped dates.)
Young Gio (smiles): Well, those might be good desserts, but what about the main dishes?
Chippy: (Grins as she goes for the inner deep part, removing the desserts carefully upon the branch or the basket lids) Raah-chee. Gee-chooo. (Translation: Creamy pumpkin soup. Creamy egg curry.)
Young Gio: Chippy...(grabs food) I can't believe in hanging out what I fear most.
Chippy: (Tilts head in reassurance) Tee-choo. Roo-chee. (Translation: I'm not scary. You're nice.)
Young Gio: But... I'm sure you know this, but I got attacked by a monkey at the zoo once for trying to simply feed it.
Chippy: (Frowns as she nods) Roo-chee. Ehh-hee-raa-cha-chee-roo. (Translation: I do. Zoo monkeys are different from owned monkeys or even wild monkeys...But if that monkey was wild-caught, that would explain the attack...)
Young Gio: I mean, there was a sign right there telling me not to do so, but I thought it was just a suggestion at such a young age..
Chippy: (Shakes head slowly in disappointed understanding) Raa-thee-chee-roo. (Translation: That's why it's there for a reason.)
Young Gio (sighs): But you're very nice and thoughtful to me.
Chippy: (Smiles widely) Raa-choo, ree-cha! (Translation: Thank you, young master!)
(The flashback ended as the young Gio and Chippy had lunch together. Gio opened his eyes and saw that meditation class was nearly over...)
Ron: (Whispers) You look better, man...A good memory, eh?
Gio: Yep...me spending time with charlie the monkey!
Ron: Cool. I was imagining stuff myself for my mindscape. I think I am getting there.
Gio: Good job, Ron, my man! (pats his shoulder)
Ron: (Grins) Thanks, Gio. (Hears the gong of the bell ending class) That's the bell! Breakfast's waiting for us! (Laughs) I can't wait for the concert tomorrow night!
(As the boys all walked down the hallway, Fukushima approached Gio ,and tapped his shoulder again, hoping to score Gio's forgiveness...)
Gio (turns around): Oh...it's you...(folds arms)
Fukushima: (Quietly speaks) I didn't realize that I was in the presence of a great (Sees Ron in the near distance, and whispers) villain. I deeply, sincerely apologize for everything I've done during your time here.
Gio (frowns) Leave me alone, jerk!
Fukushima: (Watches Gio walk away to Ron, and sighs as he then mutters.) Boss's going to kill me if Gio tells him...I am a dead man walking...
(The scene cuts to Tai Chi class later on after breakfast...)
(As Gio once again was perfect doing Tai Chi, Ron kept on falling over...)
Ron: This should be easy! Is my balance off or what?!
Gio (helps him up and guides him): Here, let me help...
Ron: Thanks, dude. Any great advice you got for me?
Gio: Well...focus on your balance and think calm thoughts...
Ron: (Takes a deep breath and exhales) Focus on my balance and think calm thoughts. (Slowly, steadily, perfectly completed a basic move) How was that?
Gio: Good! Just keep at it.
Ron: (Grins) Yep! (Continues on, remembering the newfound advice, and doing more moves successfully)
(The scene cuts to lunchtime where Gio ate a meal of rice, miso soup, and a sponge cake. Fukushima walked up to him once again, still trying to earn his forgiveness...)
Fukushima: I understand your anger, Gio-san...What must I do to earn your forgiveness?
Gio (glares): Didn't I ask you to leave me alone? I'm giving you the exact same treatment to me that you gave me, because that is the Golden Rule.
Fukushima: (Widens eyes as he realizes the weight of the comment, and bows head) I shall leave you then. (Leaves the table, carrying his tray while heading to the farthest table he could find in the cafeteria.)
Gio (sighs): What a moron. (Eats lunch)
Ron: (After a minute, Ron joins him with his tray) Hey, man. You okay? I saw Fukushima looking resigned. Did you tell him to piss off or something?
Gio (Grins): I did. Revenge was served cold.
Ron: (Whistles) You sure have some guts, dude. I'm impressed. (Eats some bites of his lunch) Well, thanks for the help earlier. I appreciate it.
Gio: No problem, friend.
Ron: I am sure curious to check out the new class. Japanese calligraphy, that gotta be interesting. Do you think we'd write our names Japanese style?
Gio: I think so...I have written cursive before.
Ron: (Nods) I did too, but that was back in elementary school, and I hardly used it ever since as most homework required plain writing.
(The scene cuts to all of the students turning in their calligraphy to Sensei at the end of that class later on...)
Sensei: Ah, Gio-san and Ron-san. Let's see those papers. (Looks upon them) Gio-san, very excellent through you must be careful about the pressure. And Ron-san, very good through the angle's a bit off. I shall read them tonight as it's a single-page story homework, and I will hand them to you tomorrow with the grade as I believe you'd like a bit of Japan in your homes as to remind you of your time here, both of you.
Gio (bows): Yes, Sensei, we would. Thanks. (to Yori) What is our next class? I forget.
Yori: That's it for today. But on Monday, there's Mediation, Kung Fu, and Staff Dueling.
Gio: Oh, now that's my type of class! Anyways, let's go get dinner!
(The scene cuts to Gio, Yori, and Ron having dinner in the cafeteria. However, in a nearby hallway, Fukushima was using the nearby payphone to call Monkey Fist to inform him of his mistake, and to ask for advice on how to win Gio's trust over...)
secs agoMonkey Fist: You know, when you confessed your mistake, I was considering to kill you at first, but when I heard your desperation in your voice, I changed my mind. Say, tomorrow morning, you and Gio come to the lair to talk details about the plan. On the way to the lair, you will make up with Gio.
Fukushima: Very well, boss. I shall tell him tonight that we are required to see you. I truly am sorry for the treatment I gave your son. But you must be proud of him. He's a incredible ninja, and a master manipulator.
Monkey Fist: I know I am. I shall see you two in the morning.
Fukushima: (Hums) Understood. Good night, sire. (Phone deadlines off on the other end, and Fukushima hangs up, putting the receiver back on the wall)
Sensei: Are you alright, Fukushima?
Fukushima: Oh, Sensei. Yes, I am alright. I was just calling my mother for advice upon my tendency to judge people before I get to know them.
Sensei: (Nods) Ah, that explains why I have seen you approaching Gio at lunchtime earlier. I cannot change your mind, Fukushima-san, but I advise you to learn the lessons of patience and understanding.
Fukushima: Yes, Sensei. I believe I am getting to know those lessons within time.
Sensei: (Smiles) Excellent. You must be hungry as you have been on the phone for a while.
Fukushima: I am. Thank you, Sensei. (Bows before heading to the cafeteria to grab a tray of dinner.)
(The scene cuts to the next morning on Sunday. Gio woke up, and exited the bedroom. Others were sleeping in. Suddenly, Fukushima appeared behind Gio...)
Fukushima: Gio-san. (Gio turns) I had a call with the boss last night. He requires us to come over. Details about the plan.
Gio: The boss? Who are you referring to?
Fukushima: (Whispers a tad quickly) Your father.
Gio: And why should I do what you ask of me, you bully?
Fukushima: I understand my mistake, and it was rude of me to judge you before I came to know. And I don't want your father to kill me for a stupid misunderstanding I created with minutes of meeting you.
Gio: Maybe...I should kill you instead! (pulls out katana) I should chop off your head now, and sell it on Ebay!
Fukushima: (Drops to his knees, his head down yet looking up with eyes) I understand. I deserve it. I will not beg for mercy like a coward as I deserve a punishment for my mistake. I fear yet respect you, Gio Fiske.
Gio: I said I "should" cut off your head. (puts katana away) I never said I was GOING to do it. First off, if I kill you here in this empty hallway, blood would be all over the place, and an investigation would be launched. Second of all...(sighs) I'm not in ANY mood to kill someone...and I got that concert tonight. Now, get up, please.
Fukushima: (Gets up steadily) You are very smart as well. You are like your father, and I believe it.
Gio (nods): Now...let's head to the lair. Do you know a fast way to get there?
Fukushima: Yes, a shortcut. Let's go before the day slips away.
(The scene cuts to both Gio and Fukushima arriving at the volcano lair. Gio was impressed at the whole place...)
Gio: Whoa...flowing lava!
Monkey Fist: I am glad you like it, son. Now, have you two made up? You must work together to pull the plan off.
Fukushima: I...Maybe? He's your son...I owe my life to him.
Gio (sighs): Father, he says that because...I nearly cut off his head.
Monkey Fist: (Blinks) Is that right? What changed your mind, Gio?
Gio: I didn't want to cause a bloody mess and start an investigation.
Monkey Fist: That's quick thinking there, son. Now, I have tea waiting for us while we discuss details. And Gio, I presume you are fine with Fukushima now, hmm?
Gio (turns to Fukushima): Fukushima...I forgive you. (bows)
Fukushima: (Exhales as he then bows toward Gio) Thank you, Gio-san. You won't be disappointed. I shall obey your orders.
Monkey Fist: Good. My son is far stronger, powerful than you. You respect and fear that.
Gio (nods): So, Father, Fukushima here probably knows where the Lotus Blade is located.
Fukushima: Yes, I certainly do. It's in the west wing of the main building that Sensei sleeps in. But I do not know what kind of booby traps is in the room. I only can say that a smoke object may detect those traps, and flexible, nimble, steady is the way to go.
Gio: Luckily, ninjas are all of those things!
Monkey Fist: You and Fukushima must be effective and in sync as to nab the Lotus Blade, and yes, I trust you both to work together. Remember, keep in control, and adapt to the plan if anything changes.
Gio: Yes, Father. (bows)
Fukushima: Yes, sire. (Bows)
Gio: Yes, Father. (turns to Fukushima): Let's go!
Fukushima: Indeed. We shall see you on Monday night.
(The scene cuts to Yori, Gio, and Ron driving down the road to the Tokyo National Stadium where the concert was happening...)
Ron: This is going to be awesome! (Rufus pops out of his fanny bag, nodding with a squeak of excitement)
Yori: I can't wait to hear the music!