That night Joanna and I took our anger out on Princess Peach in her game room. We were playing
Super Smash Brothers Mele on her game cube. (Which is an awesome game I might add) Anyway
Joanna looked at me with an evil smile.
"Oh I know, why don't we burn down the Toonami head quarters! Muw ha ha hah , muw ha ha
ha, muw ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!" I had splashed cold water on her face, because that laugh started to
get annoying and creepy.
"Joanna we can't do that!"
"Oh yeah why not!"
1. They would probably sue us. 2. There would be no Sailor Moon after that. 3. I don't even think
there is such thing as a Toonami head quarters. 4. Even if we were careful they would probably
catch us. And 5. That's just stupid! I explained to my confused and wet cousin.
"Good point." She answered with her head low. I thought hard. Trying to think of a good plan, but
just then it had hit me.
"A Protest!" I said in a excited voice.
"What?"
"You know a strike! Those things where the people go against the bad people and usually win in the
end.
"But Gean we need a lot of people to do that!" Then we had looked at each other.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Joanna asked.
"Yeah! Giant robot fights are awesome! I said in a stupid daze.
"What! No! I mean we should tell other people about it!"
"You mean like Sailor Moon fans?"
"Yeah but how?"
The next day we had sneaked out of the house and posted flyers every where. On lamp posts, in mail
boxes, store windows, inside books, on T.V. screens, on park benches, inside a ice cream shop, inside a video store, inside a arcade, in a box, with a fox, on a train, inside a plane, with a cat, inside
some ones hat, to some dude with a dark cloak and a hood, and so on and so fourth. With all of them
saying : ARE YOU A SAILOR MOON FAN? ARE YOU ANGRY AT TOONAMI? WELL THEN MEET US AT THE ABANDONED MOVIE PLEX AT 7:14 P.M. ON 4TH STREET.
SATURDAY.