Sword-chan- O.K, so I was going to discontinue this since I had writers block but one review really sparked me. I quote it.
PITIFUL! JUST PITIFUL! HOW DARE U INSULT THE BEST TV SHOW IN THE WORLD! MEW MEW POWER IS NOT THAT BAD!
WHAT THE HECK? O.K, FIRST OFF 'MEW MEW POWER GIRL', I have the right to write whatever the hell I want. (Ooh, I swore. That's not Mew Mew Graceful, is it? Eh?) Opinions are NOT pitiful. YOU, however, are pitiful, as YOU do not RESPECT opinions. I DARE to put my opinions up. And I made this fanfiction for people who DO NOT LIKE IT. I put BASH KAHN in the title for a reason. I put MAJOR DUB BASHING in the title for a reason. I was WARNING people like YOU so I won't waste a minute of my life READING YOUR STINKING REVIEWS! It is NOT the best show in the world. If it WAS the 'best' show in the world, how come SO MANY ARE AGAINST IT? If it was the BEST show in the world, why would I not like it? That's right.
You're OPINION is not the same as MINE. GET OVER IT. Had you written it in a RESPECTFUL manner I wouldn't have gotten so STEAMED and written a RESPECTFUL reply back.
So I'm dedicating this next chapter of Debate Week to YOU, my friend. All about the fans of this pitiful dub. Yes- The dub is what's TRULY pitiful.
X.x.X- The Fans, Bebe, The Fans! –X.x.X
My fox-fangs dug into my chin. For months I've been in hiding as my writing skills seem to be weakening, as I sound more and more serious and become less capable of comedy, prone to angst…
"But with this chapter, I am reborn," I whisper to myself, catching myself up in the drama.
"Oh, get over yourself!" Minto cut in, sneering as usual.
X.x.X
"RIGHT! LET'S GET TO BUSINESS!" shout I, jumping on top of the table. Yoshida and Ikumi whimper, being pretty sane people.
"Don't worry, she's just nuts," Kishuu re-assured them and himself. But mostly himself.
"For this chapter," announced Purin, grabing a microphone, "We've replaced Kahn and his idiots with Mew Mew Power Fans!" Mew Mew Power fans cheered 'Mew Mew Style, Mew Mew Grace, Mew Mew Power IN YO FACE!
We're so awesome, we're so smooth, we're so cool, we're so… So…' and then one dressed as 'Zoe' hopped up on the title and faced me. The fans started clapping and stomping their feet.
"It's not…" she clapped and wiggled her butt like Ciara or something, who I sort of liked before this nauseating act, "How we dress or what we possess…"
"Cause-from-the…" echoed a little girl dressed as 'Kiki' (Purin looked insulted)
"Very start…" chanted the fan, "IT WAS THERE IN OUR HEARTS! YEAH!"
A fan dressed as 'Corina' hopped in the air.
"ARE WE GONNA SHOW THIS HEARTLESS TEAM OF LOSERS THAT THEIR TOKYO MEW MEW WAS COPYING OUR MEW MEW POWER EVEN IF THE COPYRIGHT IS EARLIER THAN MEW MEW POWERS?"
"YEAH!" shouted the crowd of fans.
"ARE WE GONNA GIVE THEM A DOSE OF MEW MEW POWER?"
"YEAH!"
"AND ARE WE GONNA SHOW THEM HOW LAME AND DORKY THEY ARE?"
"YEEEEAAAAH!" the screamed, pounding their feet, whistling, clapping, all while a the dub theme song played in the background via a fan who brought her computer ('This thing is like, so heavy! Hooo-HA! MORSE CODE CASTENETS, CARRY THIS FOR ME! Darn, it like, didn't work,'). But, alas, breaking their little celebration a snooty voice came from the back of the room.
"Hell NO!" it screamed. I turned off the flood lights to reveal… Surprise, surprise! MINTO!
"Hey, it's Corina!" said a random fan.
"No, idiot," said the Corina-dressed fan, who was also an idiot, "Corina is to Mew Mew Graceful to swear! This is the imposter! ATAAACK!"
"MINT ECHO!" Minto screamed frantically against the hubub of weird 4-Kid fans, blowing them back in her mint echo-y-ness. I played her transformation music and started dancing around the room (Wheeeee). The Zoe dressed girl sneered and straightened her cat ears. 'My ears are better than yours' she mouthed to me, but then straightened up and acted all sugary sweet.
"Where's that Zoe imposter of yours?" she asked me, "What's her stupid name? Strawberry? HA! Who names a kid strawberry?"
"Me, that's who!" came Sakura Momomiya's voice, obviously offended.
"No, US!" chimed Yoshida and Ikumi.
"Oh… All this time I thought she was my child…" sighed Mr. Momomiya, "Ichigo, I love you, any— Huh?" he cut himself short and cocked his head to listen. Mff… Smack… Mmmmmfff… Smack. The sounds of an –awesome- couple making out filled the air, followed by gasps.
"ZOE! You… You betrayed us! You… You love Mark! Only Mark!"
"What the crap?" mumbled Ichigo, "I ditched Masaya long ago… Kishuu is my only love… I think…" The dub cosplayer drew back.
"You… YOU'RE THE IMPOSTER!"
"And I'm one lucky guy…" Kishuu murmured blissfully, looking up towards the heavens.
"Heeeeh?" I question, "Ichigo has a horrible personality…" but I quickly correct myself,
"We're off topic! EVERYONE SIT THE HELL DOWN AND LETS GET TO IT!"
"Why should we?" a girl dressed like 'Renee' asked, "We can just get you with our weapons! Purple dagger, golden tamborine, heart bow and arrow, and—"
"Pah! You're weapons? I can transform to FIVE different original characters, mortal! I MADE THEM!" the fans eyes widened, never having thought much of having their own characters. I frowned, wondering why they couldn't be like the more respectful people who watched Mew Mew Power but still liked Tokyo Mew Mew better, used original names, et cetera, if they had to like MMP at all.
"So I made their weapon statistics… Today is a Hoshito day… FLAME ENGULF! METAMORPH!" I shout, smiling at my old character, "O.K, let's go… STAR—"
"Nooo!" they all squealed, "Spare us!" ('Zoe' fan muttered 'Sissies… I can take her on…' but she did nothing) I grinned and sat down, staying in the costume, but changing my hair back to normal.
"Now, why do you like Mew Mew Power?" I asked, suddenly in my lawyer get up.
"Because it's AWESOME!" insisted the Zoe cosplayer. I pointed to the words I'd just typed.
"I'm tired of calling you cosplayers. Cosplayers, what are your names?"
"Erika," said the Zoe.
"Hannah," said the Corina.
"Leah," said the Kiki.
"Aimee—Actually it's Amy but Aimee is sooo much cooler!" said the Bridget, who hadn't yet spoken.
"Fiona," said the Renee. For the first time I noticed the difference between the anime cosplay costumes and the dub ones- The dub ones SUCKED! The fabric was fraying, they hadn't bothered with wigs, they put mascara on but it was smudged and smeared, and the shapes of them were odd- Not puffy, not pointy, not… Well, like they should be. I snorted and continued with my questioning.
"And the reason you wanted to watch it in the first place?" I asked Hannah.
"It looked cute!" she insisted, smiling like that was the bestest excuse in the whole wide world that is, acording to Kahn, made up of America and a TINY bit of Canada- Oh, and Mexico for its 'exquisate tequillas and martinis –hiccup-'. I slammed the hammer that magically appeared on the table, making it crack.
"Oops, wrong hammer…" I mumbled. "ANYWAYS, AHA! AHA AHA! THEY ARE NOT INTERESTED IN quality of ART or GOOD STORY LINES! BUT CUTENESS!"
"That's not all!" protested Leah, "We… Um… WE THOUGHT IT'D BE FUNNY! Zoe is so funny…" All the original characters fell flat on their face.
"What was the funniest part?" I asked, fighting face vault myself.
"Ooh, ooh, I'll do this one!" cheered Erika.
"I wanna!" Aimme whined.
"Shut up, Bridget, YOU'RE just a lowly nerd," Retasu went off the edge at that.
"I'M… NOT… A… NERD! AAAAUUUGGGHH! NO! THE WHITE MEN!" Men in white coats came in with a large needle. I turned my back so I wouldn't wittness it.
"Let Kiki do it," I said quietly.
"O.K! We all agree the BEST part- Played by the BEST character, Zoe!- was this:" she fell off her chair, "OW! O.K, zit check"- she held up an imaginary mirror, "STUPID LYING ZIT CREAM! 24 HOURS MY FOOT!" Only the MMP fans laughed- Otherwise it was silent.
"Ha!" Erika snapped, "I'd like to see YOUR funniest moment?" Purin grinned evilly, and my face broke into a grin.
"I laughed for hours at this… Purin, would you be so kind? Kishuu, play the guard."
Purin launced into script-form gewdness.
Kishuu- What're you guys doing here?
Purin- -looks all important- WE'RE SUPER HEROS HERE TO SAVE THE DAY!
All- -face vault-
Ichigo- EVERYON'LL THINK WE'RE CRAZY! ;;;
The whole room erupted in laughter, Kishuu fell over in laughter (On Ikumi. Oops), and even the MMP fans giggled a little. I smiled.
"Volume 2, always a classic…"
"And I'M ON THE COVER!" Minto grinned, "I look goooood,"
"HA!" Erika snapped, "NOT FUNNY! RIGHT GIRLS?"
"Actually, Erika," Hannah whimpered, raising a finger, "It wasn't that bad…" Erika glared at her.
"But the zit act was definatly better!" she frantically considered, "Right girls?" the fans nervously nodded, a few afraid to admit they had laughed.
"Majority wins!" cheered Fiona. I scowl, swallow my pride, and agree.
"But the war of this chapter isn't over!" I scroll down my list and smile.
"Who created Mew Mew Power?"
"4-Kids, of course! Like, duh! You think we're STUPID?" Erika shouted, bursting into shrieks of laughter.
"Ah," said I, "Let's watch a re-run of Mew Mew Power… Episode twelve,"
"There aren't twelve episodes! WE WIN!"
"Oh—Whoops. They changed the orders… I mean, one," I played it, but, much to the fans dismay, fastforwarded to the credits.
"SEE?" I said, pointing at the teeny tiny print.
"See WHAT?" asked Erika. I sighed and magnified it with the computer.
"THAT! It says- 'Originally Tokyo Mew Mew. Copyright MIA IKUMI AND REIKO YOSHIDA'! THAT MEANS THEY MADE IT! ITS COPYRIGHTED THEM!" (I forget exactly what it says… -tears- So just play along…) Erika grimaced and fought back tears.
"Hannah, you dolt! You said… You said… Th-that…" she sat down and rocked herself back and forth, totally unable to take the shock.
"This is over," Fiona said tearfully, "But we still think Mew Mew Power is better! Right girls?"
"RIGHT!" they shouted in response, and then proded out of the room.
I crossed one more thing off my to-do list-
Get Ichigo And Kishuu To Kiss
Scare Ikumi-sempai and Yoshida-sempai
Make Kahn cry
Get high off caffeine
Hurt someone with Star Lantern
Make MMP fan cry
To be added to…
X.x.X- End –X.x.X
Sword-chan- I feel much better… Like I'm born anew!
Kishuu- Drat! I THOUGHT ONE WAS ENOUGH!
Sword-chan- … Anyways, I'll be seeing you! Guess this isn't the end of Debat Week after all…
