Chapter 5 Day 3

Disclaimer-I do not own pikmin.

A/N-Darn science fair! Reason for delay…and maybe my inner lazy boy.

Oliamr gazed out. Pushing off the clear, glass cover from the cockpit. Louie quickly pushed his cover off too. Olimar looked at the short, dew covered grass at his feet. Quickly turning his head. He saw the red onion twirl gently into the area. Cleanly deploying its legs onto a minute dirt flat. Turning his head once more to look at a trio of dwarf red bulborbs looking for something.

"Maybe little grubs?" Olimar asked aloud.

Olimar looked a tad further; spotting a red bulborb just begin to fall asleep. Kicking some dust up before getting some shut-eye. A yelp was quickly produced by a dwarf red bulborb. He was quickly tackled by the others; it seemed for some small grub. Olimar grinned at this child-like horse play over something. Reminds him of his two kids fighting over a big cookie. Olimar could sit here for an entire day, but he had work to do…

"Louie; pull out twenty-five red pikmin each."

Louie spoke, "um, what about the twenty purples?"

"Thanks Louie! I almost forgot! Ten purple pikmin, and twenty-five red pikmin," Olimar said.

Quickly they pull out the desired pikmin numbers. Leading them into battle. Exploring. Olimar quickly called Louie.

"Louie; if you find anything of value-tell me!" Olimar commanded in a forceful tone.

"Okay."

In his mind Louie made an "equation," Important=Caves=Bugs=Foods. He should find food.

Olimar walked to slay the dwarf red bulborbs. He grinned as the creatures breathed their last, and all it took was one purple to make a shockwave to kill them. The dust was still floating when the reds, and purples carried the bodies to the red onion. Fifty-nine red pikmin.

Louie took a different route. Looking around for anything-pellets, caves, bridges, or gates.

A black gate stood barring his way.

"Olimar; I found a black gate," Louie commented to his superior.

Meanwhile Olimar jumped into a air; caught off guard by the call.

"What Louie? Um, I was caught off guard. Repeat please," Olimar asked.

"Um, I think I found, a bridge-no a gate."

"What color?"

"Black," Louie replied.

"Tear it down!" Olimar yelled in a strong tone!

Louie complided with the order, and set his pikmin to tear it down. Louie first just examined his vibrant surroundings, but he grew bored, and wrote down some recipes in his head.

"Add dwarf red bulborb skin to a nice chocolate cake, and get a sweet desert meat…"

…Louie dazed off, and fell asleep…

Olimar was walking. Tossing his pikimin to cut down pellets, and increase his red army. 3 red one pellets, and a twosome of fives-both red.

Now seventy-five red pikmin are about-loyally serving Olimar. Twenty purples also serve. Things are great.

The dusty tiles would make a wonderful battle site, and Olimar picked the combatants; his pikmin versus the red bulborb. Olimar cycled around the bulborb. Grabbing the first purple pikmin, and getting ready to toss…

…1...

…2...

…3

SMACK! The fat lard of the purple made contact, but the bulborb woke up! It was not stunned! Not good for Olimar. The first instinct of Olimar was to retreat, but he would stand, and fight! Grabbing another purple, and he flung it! This time the grub-dog was stunned, and Olimar calmed down. The swarm won. One bulborb less lives.

"We did well!"

The bulborb fell down, and bumped some dust into the air. The carcass was carried to the red onion. Ten more reds are born. None left the onion.

"This is very neat. There are five wild pikmin, but where?" Olimar asked himself.

A moment of silence passes, but then the ship speaks.

"They are up your nose!" The Ship's Computer "joked."

"That has be the worst joke-ever!" Said Olimar.

Louie woke up. The pikmin had just finished the gate, but out of the blue a pair of male shergrubs bit one of Louie's purple pikmin!

"Um…Oh no!" Yelled Louie-a man of few words.

Louie walked up to his pikmin, and flung them to smash the shergrubs to bits. The bodies are sent to an onion; the red onion.

"Louie; is the gate down?" Asked an eager Olimar as he walked over to his co-worker. An army of red pikmin, and purple pikmin.

It took Louie a second to respond, and then he had to look at the gate to verify.

"Yes; are you too?"

"Wait what Louie? I was not tearing down a gate," Olimar asked in an inquisitive tone.

"Oh."

"Shall we charge on?" Olimar asked as he walked up to Louie who seemed quite zoned out. "For it appears we still have a few hours of daylight, and we can explore more."

"Okay," Louie said in his very flat monotone voice.

The duo set out. Walking on some dirty path. The ground was covered with died leaves. No sign of an enemy, but not a sign of pikmin. A cliff was supporting a nice piece of metal, but the pair could not reach it-yet. Maybe when they find yellow pikmin it will be grabbed. As they explore the sun slowly sinks, but they still had time…

Olimar saw a red bulborb. It was asleep. Olimar hoped to avoid another battle like the one earlier today, but he could not guarantee himself. The pikmin were nervous too.

"Louie-I need you to give me all of your pikmin for this battle," commanded Olimar.

"Okay."

All of Louie's pikmin are sent to Olimar, and Olimar fights a one sided battle.

"Well; that was easy," Olimar said with quite a chuckle.

The body, along with the shergrub males are carried to the onion. A total of ninety-nine pikmin. The day was done.

"Report back-it is almost night!"

The captains, and pikmin march back to the landing zone. All is normal.

"Lift-up in…"

"…1..."

"…2..."

"…3"

As the ship rises into the atmosphere; Olimar was sitting-writing his nightly report.

"Today; we have explored a new area. It is a wooded area with high amounts of grub-dogs it seems. However the region also seems to be pregnant with life. It also seems this land may be a good place to harvest pikmin numbers."

Louie was snoozing.

Red: 99 from 50

Yellow:

Blue:

Purple: 20

White:

A/N-Thanks to all for reading this. (Gives virtual cookies.)