Previously on YUGIOH!
Marik has finally captured the heart-of-the-card-loving twerps! Joey commits suicide, and Tea gives up on friendship and becomes a homicidal maniac! Will Kaiba bust them out on the condition of Yugi becoming his sex slave? FIND OUT-
"HEY, WHAT THE HECK IS THIS? THIS AI'NT YUGIOH!" Said a random reader.
"It's not?" Said Announcer dude.
"NO! IT'S OUTER SENSHI FAERIE CHRONICLES! GET IT RIGHT!"
"Oh…um…ahem…" Announcer guy shuffled through his scripts, trying to find the right one.
"Ahem…PREVIOUSLY ON OSFC… Marik has finally captured the heart-of-the-card-loving twerps! Joey commits suicide-"
"THAT'S THE SAME DAMN THING! Let ME do it!" Said the random reader, kicking Announcer Dude off the stage. "Previously on OSFC, our heroes have been surrounded by the faerie's troll guards. Will they defeat them? OF COURSE! But the real question is: will Team Rockette ever stop getting into pointless slapfights? Probably not. But if you don't believe me, FIND OUT!"
"…Damn, I'm out of a job." Said the Ex-Announcer Dude.
"Hell yeah you are…now let's start the story!"
The four scouts assumed a fighting stance, and prepared to rumble!
"SILENCE GLAIVE SURPRISE!" Said Saturn, demolishing some of the trolls.
"PLUTO PLANET SCREAM!"
"NEPTUNE DEEP SUBMERGE!"
"URANUS WORLD SHAKING!"
And with those four powerful attacks, the trolls lay slain on the dirt path. But, the nymphs didn't help AT ALL!
Neptune walked over to them. "HEY! I thought the whole purpose of having you guys was so that you could help us, not stand around while we do all the work!"
"Do you really think you needed OUR help for THAT? No, the only thing you need our help with is defeating the boss." Said Misty.
"The boss? What is this, and RPG?" Uranus commented.
"Well, Maybe. Who's to say that we're not in some alternate universe, where every thing we say, think, and do is written down and controlled by a force with a keyboard, hardrive, and a device called Microsoft Word?" Saturn said.
"Do you really think that's the case?" Pluto asked.
"Nah, it's just a theory."
Anyway, the scouts and the nymphs continued up the dark scary hill to the faerie territory. Meanwhile…
Team Rockette finally stopped slapping each other…and proceeded to strangling. Nothing interesting going on here. Let's get back to our heroes…
"SHE'LL BE COMIN' ROUND THE MOUNTAIN WHEN SHE COOOOMES! SHE'LL BE COMIN' ROUND THE MOUNTAIN WHEN SHE COOOOOOOOOOMES! TOOT TOOT! SHE'LL BE-"
"SHUT UP, BROCK!" Everyone said.
"But I have the music in my soul! I MUST sing!" Brock complained.
"Too bad." Said Misty.
Finally, they arrived at the 50-foot tall metal gateway to the Faerie Citadel.
"Well, how do we get inside?" Ash said.
Brock politely knocks.
"That's not what I had in mind." Ash said, sweatdropping.
"HALT! Who goes there?" Asked a gruff voice from the other side.
The scouts looked at each other.
"Well, what should we say?" Pluto asked.
"I have an idea." Saturn said. She turned back to the gate. "Ahem…HELLO! VE ARE DA CLEANING LADIES!" Saturn said in a French accent.
Silence.
"OH! It's about time you got here! Giovanni, the dark faerie overlord, has been waiting for you to clean his castle! Hold on, I'll open the gate." The guard said.
Somehow, as quick as a flash, all seven of them were dressed as French maids. The gate opened, and there stood a short, fat black faerie with green spiked hair and bat wings and orange eyes. He gave a confused look towards the three nymphs.
"Hey, what species are those three?" He asked.
"Zey're Pokemopolans, of course!" Neptune said, adopting the French accent.
"What kind?"
"…Jamaicamons…"
"Ah, must be one of the new ones. Well, come on in. I presume you know which castle Giovanni lives in, right?"
"Za biggest, darkest, und scariest von of all?" Asked Pluto.
"Yup, that's the one." Said the Guard.
So, the three "Jamaicamon", and the four French-talking scouts flew to the dark castle. And it wasn't the castle they were cleaning. They were cleaning Hugemsqueezums of evil.
"Tune in next time for the exciting conclusion of Outer Senshi Faerie Chronicles!" Said random reader, getting out of the chair. She was handed a paycheck, told that she was to work there permanently, and she walked out. Outside, she looked over and saw the Ex-Announcer Dude standing by the street holding a "will dance naked for food" sign. He was dirty, unshaven, and his clothes were mere rags…even though he had only been unemployed for seven minutes.
TBC