Story 1: Broham to Broham
Hamtaro was just sitting on a stool in the clubhouse just thinking about things. Stan, holding his maracas came over to Hamtaro to talk to him.
Stan: Hey Hamtaro! (shaking maracas)
Hamtaro: (cheering) Oh hey Stan. What's up?
Stan: Nothing much. How are you?
Hamtaro: I'm good.
Stan: Hamtaro, I wanted to talk to you about something. Something important.
Hamtaro: Heke?
Stan: It's really important. I have to ask you something broham to broham.
Hamtaro: Ask me what?
Stan: It's about Bijou.
Hamtaro: (worried) What is Bijou sick?
Stan: No. She's fine. It's just I want to know.
Hamtaro: Know what?
Stan: What do you think about her? Do you like her or not?
Hamtaro: Well of course I like her, we are friends after all.
Stan: (sweat drop) No that's not like I mean. Do you "like" her? Like sis likes Max?
Hamtaro: (blushes) You mean...like that?
Stan: Yeah! So do you?
Hamtaro: Uhhh...I don't know what to say about it.
Stan: Come on broham. You can tell me. If you ask me, Bijou is quite the babe. Those cute bows she wears, the cute face, her cute French accent. How could a ham restraint all of that?
Hamtaro: Uhh...well...
Stan: Wait! Then again, Bijou is not the only ham chick that's a catch.
Hamtaro: Heke?
Stan: Let's not forget about Pashy Babe.
Hamtaro: You mean Pashmina?
Stan: Well yeah. She is the like sweetest girl ever and that pink scarf she wears just adds to her cuteness. No wonder Dexter and Howdy fight each other for her.
Hamtaro: Umm...Stan?
Stan: Pashmina may be just as much of a catch as Bijou. (worried) Aw man! How does one choose between the two of them?
Hamtaro: Uhh...Stan?
Stan: (more worried) Those two are not even the only ones. There's Lapis, her sister Lazuli, Flora...
Hamtaro: Stan?
Stan: (frantic) Not to mention all the other cute ham girls in the world right now. HOW DOES ONE CHOOSE?
Hamtaro: (shouts) STAN?
Stan: Wah! Oh. (sweat drop) Sorry Hamtaro. Guess I went a little overboard there.
Hamtaro: It's ok, Stan.
Stan: Umm...by the way, what were we talking about again?
Hamtaro: (sweat drop) Don't worry about it. It was nothing important.
End