6th Mew Mew (Part 2)

AN: Welcome back! Last time a sixth Mew Mew was discovered and Kish loves her. Mika, the sixth Mew Mew, is the main character and this all takes place a day after.


Mika: (Yawns) Oh! I barely got any sleep yesterday. Luckily today's Sunday.

(Walks downstairs into her kitchen)

Mika: Good morning Keichiro.

Keichiro: Not in a bad mood this morning?

Mika: I'm too tired to be in a bad mood.

Keichiro: Isn't it usually the other way around?

Mika: ...(Sits down) What's for breakfast?

Keichiro: Eggs.

Mika: I'll just have cereal.

Keichiro: Why won't you have eggs I' making them just for YOU.

Mika: Exactly you're a HORRIBLE cook!

(Keichiro faints and flops on the floor)

Mika: (waves her hand in dismissal) Oh who cares...

(Walks upstairs)

Mika: Looks like a nice day. I think I'll go for a walk...well get changed first. (changes)

(Toc! Toc!)

Mika: (looks out window) AH! KISH!?

Kish: (mouths) Let me in, please.

(Mika opens the window)

Kish: Hey foxy girl, how are you?

Mika: (blushes) Will you stop calling me that, because I HATE it?

Kish: Why should I?

Mika: (crosses her arms) Fine then! I guess I won't let you inside! Bu-bye!

Kish:NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Anything but THAT! Don't be cruel!

Mika: (smiles evilly) Then call me by my REAL name.

Kish: I don't know your real name...

Mika: (looks surprised) Oh, sorry...I forgot about that...my names Mika.

Kish: ! Can I come in now?

Mika: (moves aside) Yah, I suppose. So what do you want?

Kish: Do you REALLY want to know? (Smiles evilly)

Mika: On second thought NO.

Kish: Aww, you spoiled my fun.

Keichiro: (knocks on door) Mika I need to tell you something!

Mika: Oh no! Kish where're you gonna hide?

Kish: I'll find somewhere! (Hides under the bed)

Mika: No, no! In there! (Pushes him into a closet)

(Keichiro walks)

Keichiro: Mika! I was watching the radar just now and I think it might be following you!

Mika: (mutters) Like I didn't KNOW that...

(Closet door opens slightly)

(Mika closes it)

(It opens)

(She closes it)

(Open)

(Close)

(Open)

(Close)

(Open)

(Close)

(Open)

(Close)

Keichiro: What's wrong with your closet. Only something in there could make it open.

Mika: No...yah think! Now GET OUT!

Keichiro: Okay! (Runs away)

(Mika let's Kish out he looks petrified)

Mika: What's wrong?

Kish: Aliens d-don't d-do w-w-well in clo-osets. W-we're highly-y Closter phobic. (Shivers)

Mika: I'm s-

Kish: WHAT! He's awake!?

Mika: Kish? Who's awake?

Kish: No! No! Master! Don't hurt Fluffy! I'll be fight over!

Mika: Kish!

Kish: Sorry...I have to go.

Mika: What's going on?

Kish: Master Deep Snooze has awoken. If I do not go to him now he will kill Fluffy.

Mika: Fluffy?

Kish: Yes! She's my pet slug! Now I have to go. Bu-bye! (Kisses her fingers and leaves)

Mika: A slug.

Tart: Yahoo! Welcome master Deep Snooze!

Deep Snooze: (grimaces and clenches fist) Tart if you EVER call me, your messiah, by that name again, I will disintegrate you. From now on you shall call me...ummmmmmmmmmmm...ummm...Deep...uh...Dude. Yes! That's it! Deep Dude! Do you understand?

Tart: Uh yes master Deep Sn-Dude!

Kish: Uh...sorry I was late...

Deep Snooze: WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?

Kish: (flinches) Uh...nowhere?

Deep Snooze: Better have been nowhere.

Kish: Yes sir! (Salutes him)

Deep Snooze: And so I- (falls asleep)

Kish: Wha-what just happened?

Tart: Do you think he ran out of batteries?

Pie: Like he runs on batteries. Geez you're so stupid.

Tart: (tears in eyes) Take that back!

Pie: (ignores him and turns to Deep Snooze) He seems to be sleeping.

Kish: UH...Deep Sn-

Tart: His new names Deep Dude. You'd better use it or he'll get angry.

Kish: Okay...Deep Dude, like, wake up!

Deep Snooze: (nothing)

Kish: Wake up dammit!

Deep Snooze: (nothing)

To be continued in part 3...


AN: Hey, so is it getting interesting or what? Why is Deep Snooze...snoozing? Will Kish be all for his plans of world destruction? Find out in part three.

P.S. I'm warning you, as the story goes on , it gets less funny.