"Hey Giroro…" Keroro rubbed his chin a bit skeptically, "After our commercial break, do you feel a bit…Different?" Keroro asked, he examined his arm as if he was worried he was no longer green.
"Yeah, actually I do, Keroro! What the heck happened?" Giroro asked
Ahem. I can answer that. It seems the scriptwriter changed at the moment.
"You mean kind of like what happens in the DC universe?" Keroro asked his mouth agape. Everyone looked at Keroro confused. They shrugged after a while figuring that if it had something to do with comics, manga, anime or Gundam Keroro probably knew about it.
Yes. Exactly like the DC universe.
Keroro was silent for a moment in thought.
"Are we all going to die and then randomly come back to life with an explanation that was never foreshadowed?" He asked.
"Keroro! Snap out of your absurdity! We have to get back to the plot!" Giroro smacked Keroro up-side the head
"You mean…I have to put the fourth wall back up?" Keroro asked shocked. Giroro nodded solemnly. "All right guys! We will speak to Moa-dono about the Kululu matter after the funeral!"
"What funeral, Mr. Sergeant?" Tamama asked puzzled
"Why, the funeral we're giving the fourth wall! Even though we said we'd put it back up we're mangling it horribly!" Keroro told him. He pat Tamama on the back as if Tamama was an ignorant child.
Before the platoon could say anything in defense of not giving the fourth wall a funeral, Keroro was in front of them all in a black suit and with a handkerchief. Angol Mois came out of the floor sitting on a coffin and spinning.
"I brought the coffin, Uncle!" She smiled. Sad music started playing in the background.
"Thank you, Moa-dono…" Keroro began his speech, "We are gathered here today to honor the memory of…"
"Actually Keroro-kun...Weren't we here to talk to Angol Mois about our little 'problem'" Dororo reminded. Naturally Keroro did not hear him.
"The fourth wall. The fourth wall has been a beloved friend and family member throughout the months we've been on pekopon. It has been with us through the good times and the bad." Keroro told everyone with an air of wisdom to his voice. Slowly, Giroro, Tamama, and Dororo sat to listen to Keroro's oddly charismatic speech. They were immediately dressed in black suits.
Angol Mois on cue, brought up a slide show of pictures that nobody would ever know or question where Angol Mois got.
Keroro turned for dramatic effect to watch the slides flit by, one of Keroro crying over a lost Gundam and a wall with a top hat patting his back, in the next slide the wall with a top hat was holding onto a rope and swinging to safety after rescuing a baby.
"The fourth wall has been a hero to all of us, protecting us from knowledge that we were better off not knowing."
The fourth wall in the slides was now a professor teaching young children.
"Sadly, the fourth wall has now departed though. Our friend, our beloved family member, our sixth platoon member….Must be put back up." Keroro wiped some tears from his eyes with the handkerchief.
"That's terrible, Uncle! Who would like do such a horrible thing to Mr. Fourth wall?" Angol Mois asked her hands covering her mouth terrified that the fourth wall was going to exist in reality again, thus dying.
Although I doubt it will for long.
"I don't know, Moa-dono….I don't know…" Keroro put a hand on the crying girl's head as she sobbed hysterically as if she was losing her best friend or mentor. Keroro seemed to be silent for a moment processing something. "Moa-dono….Moa-dono!" Keroro jumped right out of his black suit.
Suddenly sad music in the background stopped.
"Moa-dono, we, the platoon, need your help!" He told the girl clasping her hands.
"Really Uncle?" Angol Mois asked shocked, "You need me?" She wiped a tear from her eye and smiled. Her smile seemed to illuminate the room.
Everyone's black suits were burned to a crisp by Angol Mois's sparkles and happiness.
"Yes, Moa-dono. I need you. I need you to do a favor for me." Keroro smiled at her. Angol Mois seemed eager to help. She looked at Keroro awaiting the order.
"What's the favor, Uncle?" Angol Mois smiled at him. Keroro gave a nervous chuckle. His eyes darted to the side reminding himself he had to sacrifice Angol Mois for the greater good.
But, wait….What if she happily helps and something bad happens? What if she dies from poison from kissing Kululu? What if Moa-dono turns into a creep from kissing him? What if Kululu takes revenge on me for getting Moa-dono to kiss him and he breaks all my Gunpla? What happens if Kululu wrote the script and is just trolling us all? What if that's her first kiss and she destroys the planet in her anger? What if she likes the kiss and runs off with him?
And…?What would be so bad about that?
"She wouldn't be able to help me with my chores!" Keroro answered. Everyone looked at him confused of who he was talking to.
Ah…Laziness. It decides everything. And a slave to do your chores is the most important thing. It's even more important than someone's feelings, a successful invasion, or helping someone return to their normal body.
No….I can't let that happen…I can't sacrifice innocent little Angol Mois to that evil beast! Keroro finally decided.
"It's nothing Moa-dono. The favor is nothing." Keroro lied.
"JEOULOUSY!" A jealous tadpole Tamama impacted Keroro out of the way. "You should not be having second thoughts about using her!"
"What Keroro wants to request of you, Angol Mois, is…" Giroro took a deep breath as Angol Mois looked at him confused, "We need you to kiss Kululu… on the lips."
Huh…The script never said anything about lips….Wonder if it was just a slip of the tongue on the script's part?
Angol Mois's smile fell.
"What?" She asked her voice letting the confusion come through.
"Please, kiss Kululu." Giroro begged. "We need it to happen."
"Yes. We need it to happen more than you'll ever know." Tamama giggled.
Kululu ate his curry lazily. He really had nothing better to do than to eat it after all. Kululu chuckled to himself about the disappointed look that had crossed Keroro's face when he ruined their invasion plot. It really was priceless.
Kululu finished his curry even though he was trying to let it last as long as possible.
"Hm…I'll have to make some more with primitive pekoponian technology. Ku, ku, ku…" Kululu laughed, "Now…Where did Moa-chan say the curry was? In the cabinet?" Kululu walked into the kitchen and opened the cabinet.
Hm…Only soups and some cupped ramen.
He opened the one next to it. It was filled with kitchen supplies.
"Which cabinet was she talking about? Ku, ku, ku?" Kululu wondered to himself. He let himself mentally wander all throughout the pekoponian house and the base to figure out which cabinet Angol Mois was speaking of.
The only place he knew of with curry packets was a cabinet in the lab. And not only that, but in the lab all his important curry utensils and spices resided. And they were some pretty important spices that made the curry extra special.
Kululu swore under his breath.
"The curry's in the lab!" He put a hand to his head trying to process this. "Ku, ku, ku….That's all right….I can always buy some curry at a lame pekoponian store…" Kululu then realized his second flaw.
His money was in the lab too, and he doubted Natsumi and Fuyuki would buy him any curry after he had tortured them so.
Be strong, Kululu, be strong, just because you have lost your beloved doesn't mean you have to loss it….Kululu reminded himself.
He lost it anyway.
"MY CURRY!" He let out a wail of distress.
Natsumi ran into the room hearing the pitiful, awfully loud, and ear curling cry.
"Kululu….What are you doing crying into your hands in the Miyazaki damsel in distress position?" Natsumi asked seeing him slumped against an open cabinet.
"The curry…Is in the lab….Ku, ku, ku…" Kululu seemed to be feeling as if this was the end of the world.
"Yeah, so?" Natsumi asked her hands placed to her hips.
"I need curry…To go on…" Kululu lay on the ground gasping and trying to make Natsumi pity him, "The only way…I'll live is if you go to the store and buy me some curry…" He gasped out as if he was dying.
"No way, frog. Not after all you've done to me." Natsumi glared. She grabbed a broom and swept him out into the yard, not wanting him to clutter up the floor space she would need to cook dinner.
"Well, space nuggets…Ku, ku, ku." Kululu sat up disappointed that his pitying act hadn't worked. He sighed. "I suppose I'll have to call Tororo now and see if I can threaten him into giving me any information in the way to turn back. There has to be an alternate approach than to get a kiss from Moa-chan." Kululu decided, his lip curled in horror at the thought. He mentally reminded himself never to mention that he had to kiss Angol Mois again. He didn't need himself vomiting up any curry after all.
After stealing Keroro's cell phone that happened to be lying around Kululu managed to dial up Tororo's number. Which he only remembered because he had personally blocked it from his own phone.
"Pu, pu, pu…Who is it?" Tororo asked on the other end.
"Oh, it's me. Ku, ku, ku." Kululu answered.
"Calling about how amazing my plan of revenge is and how you give up?" Tororo asked.
"Tch. No. This body is fine and I have no complaints about it. Your prank was stupid and amateurish and I'm sure you'll be court-martialed for turning a member of the keronian military into a pekoponian forever." Kululu told him.
"So you won't get her to kiss you?" Tororo asked, "Pu, pu, pu."
"If this body becomes a problem for me I will murder you Tororo, you know that right? Ku, ku, ku."
"Problem? I thought my prank was stupid and amateurish?" Tororo quoted. He could almost hear Tororo sneer on the other end, "So what's got you so riled up?"
"…The curry….Is in my lab." Kululu admitted. His love for curry was nothing to be ashamed of after all. He ignored Tororo's booming laughter on the other end.
"Well, you're in luck…Pu, pu, pu…I have an antidote." Tororo lied. He hadn't made an antidote yet, but having one was all part of his plan.
"Well good. Give it to me before I make sure that you don't exist." Kululu seemed tired. Probably from lack of curry.
"Nope. I'm not giving it up that easily. I'll only give it up on one condition." Tororo answered.
"What condition is that might I ask? Ku, ku, ku? What kind of butt kissery are you asking for?" Tororo mentally vomited at the imagery from that statement.
"I want you to admit that I'm the better hacker….And….I want you to admit to everyone that I'm better at on-line chess." Tororo told him.
"No way. Ku, ku, ku. You suck at on-line chess. I easily beat you. Heck, even a panda could beat you. Even Moa-chan could beat you." He stated as if Angol Mois was worse than a panda, "Even worse, even Giroro could beat you." Tororo gritted his teeth.
"No admitting no antidote." Tororo answered.
Ah. So this was a battle of pride now. Well as the number two egotistical character on sgt. Frog, Kululu would not lose in this. The only one more egotistical than he was Keroro, and the stuff Keroro believed wasn't even true so it barely counted.
"No way." Kululu hung up, not going to let his pride falter.
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So! This has now turned into a collaboration between me and Rainbowkittyblossomwings (which explains the random statement in the beginning of the chapter XD). I'm not exactly sure right now, but Runninwithscissorsxxxbattles cars may or may not join up.
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