Hello! Me again! Anyway, I hope you like the story so far. I came up with this a while ago, but the idea wasn't fully formed until recently. I hope it's at least sort of realistic!
"Fuyuki?" Natsumi asked, her voice quivering in an attempt to stay calm. "What are these?"
"Well, they're Pekoronians. Or Keroponians. I haven't decided yet. They're half Keronian, half Pekoponian. Or human, I guess." He replied, backing slowly away from his sister.
"I can see that. One question," she said, her voice getting dangerous. Finally she exploded. "WHY DO THEY ALL HAVE PINK HAIR?"
"Well, uh, you see, I used you as a reference, so I figured that they should look like you…" Fuyuki said, a sweat drop forming on his head. Natsumi, in a rage, ripped the page out of his notebook.
"Don't you dare try anything like this ever again!" she screamed, and went downstairs to throw the picture away.
These things are kind of cute, Natsumi thought to herself. Then she shook her head. How could he even think she'd have one of those things' kids? I gave her chills and a nauseous feeling just thinking about it.
She tossed the picture into the garbage can. At least none of the frogs had seen it. If they had, she'd never be able to live it down.
She plopped back onto the couch and turned on the TV, sighing as she settled into the show that was on. It was stupid, but she didn't really care at the moment. She turned it up a little louder and relaxed. She dozed off halfway through the episode, and consequentially didn't notice Kululu coming upstairs from another pointless meeting.
Normally, he would either hang around in Sarge's room for a while or he'd go straight back to Saburo's, but as he was about to do the latter he noticed a small piece of paper sticking up slightly out of the trash can. Always eager to dig up dirt on the inner workings of the Hinatas' lives, in a not at all stalker like way, Kululu went over to investigate.
He pulled it out and flattened it, looking it over in one quick glance and instantly coming up with a brilliantly evil plan. He ran back downstairs and into Keroro's room, ignoring Keroro and Tamama's questioning glances. Giroro had already left to go polish his weapons or something. Everyone accounted for…
"Kululu, what…" Keroro started, but Kululu disappeared into the minifridge. He and Tamama exchanged a look before following him in.
"Kululu! Wait up!" Keroro shouted after him.
"Kukukukukukuku…" Kululu said, too excited to reply. This was going to be so evil!
Kululu disappeared into his lab, and for once he didn't bother locking the door. He was too eager to get started. His pursuers followed him in moments later to find him looking at blueprints he'd already finished.
"Kululu! What are you doing?" Tamama asked, looking over Kululu's shoulder at the blueprints. "Are you making a baby doll? That's kind of disturbing. You're a little old for that kind of thing."
"I suppose you could Kukuku… call it that. But it's not for me. It's for Natsumi. And, I suppose Giroro," Kululu replied. Now they looked even more confused.
"So you're making a baby doll for the two people in this house least likely to enjoy it? Confused," Keroro said. Kululu sighed. He'd have to take the time to explain it to them. They should, logically, be in on it so as to make it seem more realistic, anyway.
By the time Kululu had finished explaining, his comrades had busted their guts laughing. Almost as eager for the plan to begin as Kululu himself, they left to let him work. Less than a few hours later, Kululu wiped sweat from his face.
It was done! He could get started tonight…