This, as the title says, is the second part of my series. I suggest you read the first part first. Because it's just better that way.
IMPORTANT NOTE: I don't like Sailor Moon very much at all. And I'm very sorry for being so mean to poor Jet. But as that's the way the series is going (being mean to the cast) I decided to pick on him second. BUT I REALLY LOVE EVERYONE!!! Except for Julia, who is the scum of the earth, and is very personality-less. Which isn't a word. But on to the story.
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A Cowboy Bebop Story
Session Two
The Sailor Moon Hoedown
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Jet was still pruning his trees, singing bits and pieces of a song we all know but very few of us love.
"Trees, trees, support the arbor day foundation…"
He continued humming softly to himself.
Jet raised the clippers, and-
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" It was Ed, who had just been given the information about Faye's little slip of the tongue. You know, dealing with Spike. NOT THAT WAY, YOU SICKOS!!! What she said about him.
Snap.
Jet looked at the pot, then at the tree on the floor, then back at the pot, then at the tree again.
He threw the pot on the floor and watched it shatter. "I give up."
He looked at the clock and gasped. "My show's on!"
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Spike was in the kitchen, baking cookies.
He grabbed the tray with the little doughballs on it from the counter, turned around and put them in the oven.
Then he realized something. Why am I doing this? I'm making cookies- cookies, of all things- for Faye! I'm a bounty hunter, not someone's grandma!
He turned around. The bowl of cookie dough was gone.
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In the living room, Jet, Ed, and Ein were sitting on the couch, staring at the TV intently. They were all eating cookie dough. I bet you have no idea where they got that…
"And now, back to the show."
"Bishoujo senshi… Sailor Moon!"
Jet, who was wearing a Chibi-Usa fuku, stood up. He raised the crystal moon wand over his head and yelled, "Go Sailor Moon!"
He then sat back down.
Ed looked up at Jet. "It's just a cartoon."
"What?! A cartoon! I'll show you a cartoon, you sacrilegious little-"
We know that Jet would have said something very inappropriate if he had finished his sentence. But just then, the senshi began their transformations. Jet turned back to the TV.
That was when he noticed Spike leaning on the couch. He looked over Jet's shoulder. "That's very attractive on you."
Jet turned around. "Excuse me, but SOME people are trying to watch TV here."
"I just wanted to know if you've seen my cigarettes anywhere. You don't have to get all weird on me." He looked at Jet's fuku again. "I mean, you're weird enough already-"
"Don't knock the fuku, man," said Jet, looking dangerous.
Spike stared at him with that special "you're an idiot" look on his face. "Yeah. Just answer the question."
I don't know," replied Jet. "You probably smoked 'em all."
Then Spike noticed the very large bowl of cookie dough sitting on the table. "You know it's not healthy to eat it like that. You'll get sick."
Ed did her trademark kawaii-grin. "Did you know that smoking is bad for your health?" Then she looked dead serious. "It makes your lungs all black and crispy. Ed doesn't want to see Spike die."
Spike left the room.
"Don't worry," said Jet. "Spike's mother probably smoked during pregnancy, and just look how he turned out."
Ed looked utterly unconvinced.
"Maybe that was a bad example."
Ed nodded.
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Spike walked into the kitchen just in time to hear the timer go off.
He put on his cute little pink oven mitts, and took out the cookies.
Surprisingly enough, they looked good.
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Faye was in her room, taking pictures of herself for some reason which we do not want to know. But she was.
Then she heard a knock on the door.
"What?" she asked, not happy about being disturbed.
"I brought the cookies."
All of a sudden, she looked very happy. She skipped- yes, skipped- over to the door and opened it. She snatched the plate of cookies and grinned cutely.
He looked from her to the plate of cookies several times, then said, "Why did you want cookies?"
"I NEED cookies. I need LOTS of cookies. Cookies are my friend."
Spike grinned like an idiot and tried his hardest not to laugh. "I can tell by the way you dress."
She smacked him. "Pervert. Go get me some milk. NOW."
He stared at her with a look of mock indignance on his face. "Oh, so now I'm your errand boy? You expect too much." He walked off. To get her some milk.
Faye slammed the door. "He's such a…"
She never finished her sentence. But since I am the almighty omnipotent author, I can tell you what she was thinking. Well, I can't tell you ALL of the things she was thinking, because that would just be WRONG, and I'd really rather not narrate those kinds of thoughts. But some of the OTHER things that came to mind were: 1) good chef; 2) sweetheart (aww…); 3) sexy MAN; 4) Oh what I wouldn't give to get him alone sometime and-
This thought has been censored for your convenience. Thank you for calling.
Yeah, that's what she was thinking. Except number 4 wasn't censored.
TO BE CONTINUED…
Next time-
Hey, this is Spike speaking, and I'm here to- *squints at cue card* ya know, you should really make that font bigger. Anyway, I'm here to tell you about the next session. Well, the Bebop makes a stop on, I don't think I can pronounce that, and anyway, I need more cigarettes. 'Cuz I'm a chain smoker, ya see. But stuff happens. Crazy wild stuff. Word. What the- what is up with these cue cards? Why are you doing this to me? What are you on?!
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