"That's… that's it!"

Keroro's eyes widened, staring at his notebook in utter disbelief.

"Why didn't I think of it before?! This is the ultimate, no, perfect way to conquer Pekopon!" He did a victory dance as he waved the book over his head. "Yes yes yes! I can't believe it! I have to tell Kururu to make it for me right now!"

Kururu lay in the couch, irritated above irritation as he stared up at the ceiling.

Natsumi was clearly annoyed that one of the stupid toads was just lounging about like he owned the place, but every single time- every froggin' time- he looked at her, he gave her these chilling green eyes, and she would shiver and turn away in embarrassment.

How am I going to do this? Kururu thought, frowning deeply at his predicament. How exactly am I going to turn back to normal without having to sacrifice my dignity in the first place?

"Want some tea and curry, Kururu?"

Kururu gazed upwards and didn't neglect to give her an annoyed scowl. "Where did you get that?"

Mois looked confused at his question. "Get what? The tea?"

"No, ku. The curry."

"…Oh!" Mois gazed down at the small plate in puzzlement, thinking that there was something wrong with his statement but not quite putting her tongue in it. "Um… in the cupboard? You can say, 'safe and hidden'?"

Kururu's eyes flickered down to the food in her hands, and then to her face.

GYAH. SPARKLES. TURN THEM OFF TURN THEM OFF TURNTHEMOFF.

"Give that to me," Kururu sneered, snatching the plate away from her. He deftly grabbed the spoon from her fingers and proceeded to eat the meal, realizing that he was hungry from missing his daily curry hour. Mm. As much as absolutely hated to admit it, she could make some mean food…

"So!" Mois helped herself and sat next to him, making him wince. She turned to him and it took all his willpower not to run off like the frightened madman he was. "What exactly happened?" She tilted her head slightly. "Is there like, anything I could do for you?"

Kururu almost choked on the curry, holding it in and chewing it thoughtfully, turning the stuff on his plate with his utensil.

"…Kururu-?"

"I'm fine, ku." He gave her a twisted grin. "When have I ever needed help before, ku-ku?"

"You don't need it," Mois told him, backpedaling a bit. "But I still like working with you. You could say, 'friendship is magic'?"

Kururu shoveled another spoonful of rice into his mouth.

"….Well!" Mois slapped her hands on her knees before she stood up. "If there's absolutely anything you need me to do to help out, please let me know!"

"Someone has to kiss you."

Kururu shuddered. "I'll keep that in mind, ku."

Angol Mois beamed and walked off, the sparkles trailing after her like flies over a garbage can.

Stupid purity.

Who needs it?

"Natsumi?"

"What is it, stupid frog?"

"Have you seen Kururu? He's not in his lab, and-"

"He's on the couch. He's testing out some sort of stupid experiment again."

Kururu drank from his cup, his expression as mellow as can be as his superior trotted over to where he was.

The green Keronian's eyes widened. "Kururu?"

"Yes, captain? Ku-ku-ku!"

Keroro stared at him, his mouth open. "…What's that?"

"A new experiment I'm trying out. Ku-ku-ku!" Kururu put the mug of tea down.

"Oh. Okay." Keroro handed him his notebook, an essence of pride emanating from him. "I have finally thought of an invasion plan, Kururu! And it's ingenious! The only thing I need you to do is-"

"Ku, I can't." Kururu tossed him the notebook back plaintively, shrugging. "Unfortunately this… test I'm working on is a tad problematic. Ku-ku-ku."

"Problem..atic?" Keroro repeated, twisting his face slightly. "…What do you mean by… 'problematic'?"

"Ku-ku! See, I'm pretty much stuck in this body." Kururu demonstrated this tidbit by gesturing down toward his chest. "Remember how I just recently installed all those security measurements to my lab? Turns out I can't get into it like this. Ku-ku-ku!"

Keroro's face was no different than someone about to get struck by a truck labeled 'REALIZATION'.

"But…" Keroro protested, slapping his plan, "But this-! My… my thing!"

"You'll just have to find some other way of exercising it, ku-ku." Kururu shrugged. "Because frankly, I'm requesting several days off."

"…W…WH-WHAT?!"

Kururu stood up and gave his superior a peace sign with his fingers. "Sayonara, loser." He walked off, hands in his pockets.

And all Keroro could do was watch in shock.

An invasion plan without Kururu?!

The very thought would typically make him laugh, but truthfully, he never really considered he would be put in a situation where this would actually happen.
Keroro immediately turned tail (I didn't even think he had a tail) and ran to his room, where he was determined in calling all of the platoon members for a very important meeting, and that was to somehow get Kururu back to his original body to get them back on track for the ultimate invasion mission the idiotic hero would ever come back with.

"This is something stupid, isn't it?" Giroro asked, materializing a random gun to polish. "I might as well get to workin' on ol' Bettsy here, then."

"Yeah, Mr. Sergeant Sir," Tamama whined. He sat on one of the chairs available and slumped his upper body against the table. "Momoka had ordered all this chocolate and McDonalds apple pie stuff… and I was gonna eat it all…"

"It was a most inconvenient time," Dororo said narrowly, folding his arms. "I was doing something with Ms. Koyuki, you know."

"Giroro." Keroro threw the plans at his face. "Read it."

Giroro growled at the sergeant for hitting him with the notebook, but read in nonetheless, his eyes widening in surprise at the sheer brilliance of the kanji that we English readers couldn't possibly understand. "This… this is… wow!"

"Let me see," Tamama sighed. He read it, and gasped. "Mr. Sergeant!"

"I couldn't possibly agr…" Dororo's voice drifted off as soon as he also read the invasion plans. "It's so peaceful and environmentally friendly! And there's no killer peacocks in it! I agree with it immediately!"

"Same here!" Giroro said, his voice still tinged with incredulity. "I can't believe you actually thought of this!"

"So what exactly is the problem?" Tamama inquired, handing it back to Keroro. "Do you need all our help to put it together?"

"The problem, my friends," Keroro adopted an over-the-top serious look, being the comedian he was, smoking a bubble-pipe while massaging a twisty 'stache on the top of his lip. "Is that Kururu isn't going to help us."

The three stared at them.

"WHAT?!"

"The one time we actually have a chance at succeeding, and the little creep doesn't even want to help out?!" Giroro roared, his knuckles bulging as it smacked the table.

"Calm, my students." Now Keroro had slipped on some sort of karate master's robe, his hands in the sleeves. "That is not the answer."

"…Then what is the answer?" Tamama asked, confused.

"Oh. Kururu just turned himself into a Pekoponian and can't turn back."

"…Why?"

"Who knows? Kururu was probably having some sort of weird idea or something like that. The point is! He can't turn back, and because of that, he can't gain access to his lab."

"Meaning we can't carry on with the mission," Dororo finished, putting two and two together. "I see. That is a bit of a problem."

"But… how do we turn him back?" Tamama questioned, frowning slightly.

"I!…. have no idea." Keroro looked up at the ceiling for a moment, as if expecting something, but when nothing happened, he popped open something on the ground and opened up the tile.

"H-hey, Keroro!" Giroro snapped. "We have no coverage on the floor!"

"I…" Keroro grunted as he pulled a thick packet of paper from out there. "Phew! Okay!" He blew the dust off. "See this? This is the script."

"The boy band?" Tamama perked a brow skeptically.

"No, no no! This is the script for today's episode!"

"Ohhhh!" The three platoon members chimed together.

Suddenly the room got incredibly quiet.

"…The script?"

"See the wall? It's not there anymore. We like, totally murdered it on the first episode or something." Keroro flipped through its fat pages. "Let's see let's see… Aha!" He read as follows: "Now we have to somehow get Angol Mois to kiss Kuru- WHHHHAAAAT?!" He dropped the script into the pit on the floor, his eyes bugging out in utmost horror.

"Hey!" Giroro fell to his knees in an effort to catch it. "I wanted to read ahead and see if I got together with Natsumi!"

"You're completely missing the point, corporal!" Keroro said, his voice taking on a high-pitched tone. He grabbed the red frog by the shoulders and shook him senseless. "We have to get Mois. Sweet little Mois- and get her to kiss KURURU."

"You've never had a problem with taking advantage of her before," Dororo said slowly.

"Oh yeah, that's true," Keroro rubbed his chin. "But I can't help but feel so wrong about this… oh well!" He skipped off a little too cheerfully. "Angol Mois, dear! Come be a sweetheart and do something for uncle!"

"Yes, Uncle!"

"Grr… I can't find it…" Giroro growled, his head in the hole on the ground.

"Shouldn't we… I d'know… stop Keroro or something?" Dororo put his hands on his waist.

"I wouldn't," Giroro pulled himself back to his knees and slapped his hands together. "The girl would do anything to please that guy; it would probably make her happy to do something as stupid as kissing Kururu."

"Isn't anyone else wondering why Mois has to kill Kururu? (Not that I even have a problem with it… IN FACT THE WITCH DESERVES IT AJDAKLFA)" Tamama looked at the older frogs as if they had also been thinking about that and knew the answer. "Because he just like, went all the way to the part that told us what to do."

"…That's a good question," Dororo said pointedly. "However… uh…"

Scene change. This is getting boring. Look it's a house! And a puppy! …Ew.

Hey, um… Narrator? Speaking of the fourth walls…

Yeah?

…How did Keroro get a hold of the script?

...Oh.…Hehehe… see, it was a funny story concerning a shot of tequila and a horde of dancing jelly beans…

Go on...

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