Keroro gazed at the ceiling for a moment. "…Huh. Narration changed again."

"We're going to have to get used to it," Giroro muttered. He changed the subject, being the work-oriented corporal that he was. "What exactly are we supposed to do?"

"I was thinking of coming up with a plan to put Kururu and Mois into…" Keroro searched for a good word to use, but then gave up. "Lovey-dovey situations. Who cares if they're frogging awkward; as long as the objective is reached, and the invasion plan goes through, then everything will be alright!"

"Okay, Uncle…" Mois said, blinking at the green frog, not sure if she should be feeling anything too negative about his latest scheme. Kiss Kururu? Hm. That idea never really came across her mind before…

"Do you two have any ideas?" Keroro asked casually to the blue and red frogs.

"Eh?" Dororo pointed at himself. "Me?"

"Huh?" Keroro seemed to actually notice he was there for the first time, directing his inquiry to Tamama and Giroro. "Uh… yeah! Sure! Do you have anything in mind?"

Dororo ignored the subtle idea of being forgotten again, instead taking this in in a positive light. "U-uh… okay… um…. Oh! I have an idea! How about-"

"What about candy?" Tamama suggested, interrupting the lance corporal.

"What? Candy?" Keroro wrinkled his nose slightly.

"Yeah! We could have Kururu…" Tamama's voice trailed off. "…Oh yeah. I forgot we're going to actually be creative."

"U-um, how about-?"

"What about a date?" Keroro piped up, glancing at the pile of thin books on his table.

"A date?" The Angolian repeated.

"Yeah… a date!" The leader of the ARMPIT Platoon beamed. "Mois!" He turned sharply toward her, holding a finger to her which promoted devotedness. "We're going to have to ask you to ask Kururu out on a date!"

The currently blonde-haired girl gazed upwards for a moment in thought. "…Okay, I guess. I think I can do that!" She smiled sweetly. "You can say, 'dating the enemy'?"

"No, we need a cooler name for this operation," Keroro said under his breath, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

Dororo fidgeted in his seat. "What about-?"

"Catch the Creeper!" Keroro cried out victoriously, holding up his hand.

Dororo turned to the corner of woe.

Tamama was looking over the fairytale stories, picking up the one that was on the top. "Hey, Mr. Sergeant? Doesn't this whole scenario kinda sound like this book?"

"What book?" Giroro asked, looking over to see what the private was talking about. He wrinkled his face. "Of course not! It's nothing like this!"

"Yeah, you're right," Tamama shrugged, tossing the 'Frog Prince' back on the stack. "Just a thought."

"Hi Mister Sinister!"

Kururu twitched at the sound of the familiar, all-too cheery voice of the Angolian girl.

"…What do you want?" He asked, clearly annoyed. He was in the park, sitting on a bench with a laptop that he had managed to recover from his own human partner. He was too immersed into hacking into a certain tadpole's computer, desperately searching for some sort of "antidote" Tororo had apparently made. He was unlucky- he had underestimated the young New Recruit. He supposed that tearing down the firewall was going to be simple enough, and that it was (it only took him about five minutes), but looking through the files upon files of his computer was giving him a migraine. That was when he had a sudden, spine-chilling thought: what if Tororo didn't use his computer and had written it down on a notepad instead? Kururu would have utterly admired the young Keronian's work if it wasn't done on him. Yes, he was impressed that Tororo had managed to think this through, but he just wanted to choke him to death just the same. He would have considered drowning the latter in curry, but Tororo wasn't worthy of curry. He deserved to be brutally tortured. Brutally. Tortured.

In panda pears. Yes, panda pears.

Not only that, he was hungry. And, he was absolutely longing for the never-ending crave of the taste of that spicy stuff.

So, when the over thousand year old girl waltzed up to him with her hands behind her back, gazing at him with those sickeningly innocent and cute eyes, he decided that he just wasn't in the mood for patience.

-insert swear word here-

"I just wanted to see you!" Mois said after a pause. She pulled the steaming plate of curry and the thermos she had in her hands, and Kururu immediately rose his head to look at her.

Where is she getting all this curry? Kururu thought, indignant.

"You don't want some?" Angol Mois asked, tilting her head.

The scientist was silent for a moment.

"Can I sit next to you as you eat?" She continued after a second, failing to recognize the reaction he was giving her.

Kururu said nothing as he reluctantly moved to the side, letting the Angol girl happily take her place beside him.

"Here," She said, handing it to him. She twisted the cap from off the thermos and poured him a warm cup of tea into the cap.

Kururu frowned, feeling that there was something wrong with this. He gave her raised eyebrows, observing her actions. "…So you came all the way here to the park to bring me curry?"

His voice, having been pretty much mute for the majority of her time near him, made her jump slightly, the warm liquid splashing slightly in the air. She smiled nervously. "Y-yes. You can say, 'curry all the way'?"

Amen, Kururu thought agreeably, not that he would ever say it aloud. But still… she seemed a bit anxious. He couldn't help but wonder why.

"So… um… whatcha doin'?" The girl asked, peering at him carefully.
Kururu fought the urge to look into her eyes. "Some things that you shouldn't be too concerned about… ku-ku-ku-ku."

"Oh," Mois said with a warm smile. "Um. Doing some research?" She scooted a little closer to him, making his skin crawl. She looked onto the screen of his laptop, and in response, he snapped it shut, startling her.

"What are you doing?" Kururu asked, frowning distastefully.

Mois was quiet for another moment, and in that instant, he realized there was something shiny on her ear. Bored, he reached out for her face, brushing her hair away and tucking it behind her ear as he neared her to examine the device.
She stared at him, eyes wide. "K-Kururu-?"

"Just as I suspected, ku-ku." Kururu unclipped it from her side and pulled away from her, holding up the tiny microchip in the sun. After further inspection and scowling at the shrill, "Mois, Mois, can you hear? Can you hear me-?" of their leader, he dropped it down to his feet, crushing it with the shoes that Fuyuki had let him borrow before he left the house.

"So," Kururu folded his arms and leaned against the chair, the platter of curry balanced evenly on his keyboard. "What's the story, morning glory? Ku-ku-ku-ku."

Mois smiled nervously. "Um… you can say… 'being useful'?"

"Really." Kururu gave her a side look, raising his eyebrows again. "In what way?"

She bit her lip nervously before crumbling under his stare and looking down."…I…" She straightened. Her precious Uncle may not be able to help her further, but maybe she could still carry on the mission without him. Either way, she was determined to try her best. "I wanted to ask you on a date."

Kururu's mouth formed into a grim line, unsure of how to reply. He felt his arms loosen, watching her uncomfortably, avoiding her eyes. "….What?"

"I wanted to ask you on a date!" Mois said again, her wrists at her knees.

"…Tch." Kururu turned away from her. He picked up the fork that was poking out of the curry and helped himself to the meal. "What is captain's plan this time? I suppose it's concerning the fact that I can't make his probable stupid plan?"

"…No!" The Angolian said, a little too slowly. She popped out of her seat and slid her heels toward him, facing him. She rocked herself back and forth, clasping her hands behind her back. "I really, really want to go to a date with you!"

Kururu wished he had his glasses. He felt so naked, wincing at the sun behind her that seemed to make her shine.

That was just the stupid animation, though.

He shoveled another spoonful into his mouth, deciding that it was best not to answer. Was it all a coincidence that Mois of all people came to him for something as ludicrous as a date? Honestly, what were the odds, especially since the only chance of revival to his Keronian form was in fact a kiss from the girl in front of him?

He tried hard to think of any ulterior motives to why Keroro would send her to him, but the only one he could find reason was the fact that the leader needed him to make some sort of invention for the invasion plan, but the question remained: how in Frog's name does he know? He considered maybe Tororo had roped Keroro and the rest of the platoon in on it, for revenge's sake, but if Tororo was anything like him, and he was on freakishly high levels (minus the junk food), then the last thing he would want in his scheme was help from anybody. He and he alone wanted the boasting rights of this maliciously beautiful prank/revenge/something other; that's what Kururu would have been sure of.

But that was the only thing that could come to his mind. Other than that…

Ugh. This whole ordeal was too confusing.

"Mister Sinister?"

Kururu blinked tiredly at her. "Yes?"

"What do you say?" It didn't exactly help that she positioned herself in a cute, shy, innocent stance, like an actual girl waiting for the person of her affections to comment on the arrangement with possible romantic intentions.

Kururu still didn't like it. But… then again… if the only way to turn back was a kiss from Mois…

"Alright," He responded flatly.

Mois looked at him in bewilderment. "Really?"

"Ku-ku-ku! Now why do you sound so surprised?" Kururu grinned. "Are you thinking about taking it back now that I actually said yes?"

"No, that's great!" The girl beamed, clapping her hand together in front of her. "You can say, 'thanks for the memories'?"

"Ku. Ku-ku. Well." Kururu's smile loosened to an uneasy frown. He then shrugged and leaned back against the chair again. "I don't know why the captain was watching us in the first place, but if we're actually going to…" He twisted his lips slightly, unable to bring himself to say the nauseating word, "…you know… then I don't want to catch another microphone on you again, ku-ku! Do you understand?"

"Yes!" Mois saluted, gently bringing her heels together. "Roger doger!"

"Good," Kururu muttered, uncomfortable. He dug into his curry again, partially worried that it had gotten cold while he was meditating on the whole thing.

"So!" Mois said eagerly, "Where are we going?"

Kururu swallowed and shrugged another shoulder. "Ku. How would I know?"

"Um… how about…" She stuck out her tongue in thought.

Heh. Probably the first time she ever had to think for herself for once,

Kururu thought with wry smirk. I hope she doesn't hurt her brain.

Mois hit the palm of her hand with a fist. "I got it! Why don't we go to an amusement park?" She waved a finger in the air playfully. "We could go on some of the rides!"

"Mm. Sounds… amusing." Not really. But honestly, it's not like he could argue. Never really experiencing this situation didn't give him many options for suggestion.

Mois stared at him, her pupils glittering. Kururu cringed. "What?"

"You have a bit of curry on your cheek," She said. She blinked astonishingly, as if a stroke of brilliance shot across her mind. She leaned near him and closed her eyes. "Let me get that for you-"

"I-I got it," Kururu stammered, quickly wiping his cheek with the back of his hand.

Meanwhile, the Platoon had found solace in an invisible floating tree…(I don't know where it came from, it was just there, okay?)

"DANGIT!" Tamama cursed, inky darkness consuming his tiny body. WHY WON'T THAT STINKY SCIENTIST PAY. PAAAAAAY.

"I'm still having mixed feelings about this," Keroro said, clutching on to the microphone and pulling down the earphones to his shoulders.

"You have to admire her determination," Giroro said as he folded his arms. "She continued her mission despite the fact that her resources were cut off."

Keroro looked through some binoculars. "Mmhm. Still, I can't help but be really, uh… what's the word…?"

"…Worried?" Giroro cocked an eye ridge at him.

"That's the word!" Keroro said, giving him a brief 'I-see-what-you-did-there' look. He turned back to where the Angolian and the Keronian were conversing, and frowned. "Reading their lips, I can see they're talking about… um… mermaids and shampoo bottles…"

Giroro rolled his eyes.

"They're talking about going to the amusement park together, leader," Dororo said after strict observation. "And it also seems that although Kururu knows what we're doing, he doesn't seem to understand why… so it seems that we're still safe."

"She actually pulled it off?!" Keroro exclaimed, his mouth wide with shock. "Really?! ..Hm…" He scratched his chin.

"So should we just rely on her to complete the objective?" Giroro asked him.

"Uh, as much as I trust Mois and all, I can't help but feel we're going to have to help her out," Keroro explained.

"How so, Mister Sergeant?" Tamama turned toward him.

"Hmm… Kururu… is unpredictable," Keroro said, pointing a finger up in imitation of his little 'niece'. "So we're going to have to come up with a whole bunch of different plans to make sure that they're put in the most romantic atmosphere that he'll have no choice but to let Mois kiss him!"

"…I'm not even sure he'll let her do that in any circumstances," Tamama said slowly, making a face. That witch doesn't deserve to be with anybody… not even that creep! …Okay, maybe being with that creep is worse than being alone… He was in a debate with his mind, having a mental argument over which scenario that despicable cretin deserved. It was a tie. He honestly couldn't see any good things with each option.

"That's why we're going to have to throw in the big bombs," Keroro said with an evil smirk. "Yeah. It's all or nothing, guys! Kero, kero! If we die, we die for… the invasion plan!"

"I'd rather not die at all, Mister Sergeant," Tamama said, shuddering at the thought.

"Well then, we won't, kero," Keroro pulled out a piece of paper and unfolded it, swiping a pen from his hammer space. He licked the tip and then pointed it at the sheet. "Now, here's what we're going to do…"

Tororo's profanity was so loud that Lieutenant had to come in personally to tell him to watch his mouth.

The tadpole nodded meekly, but then sticking his tongue out when the purple Keronian had shut the door as he left.

He grumbled irritably at the screen, where the enormous red letters "YOU LOSE" flashed over and over and over again. He scrolled his mouse over to the "X" at the corner, forcing himself to ignore the "PLAY AGAIN?" bar on the bottom. He sighed, conceded defeat, and decided to play another game with the stupid curry-loving freak.

Tororo knew Kururu was doing this on purpose. The yellow Keronian absolutely adored riling up the salmon one clearly by doing something that he now knew rendered the latter defenseless: Online chess. Ugh. Tororo shouldn't have brought it up; now, while Kururu was going to find a way to outsmart him (which was not going to be possible this time), Kururu was settling for something that could peeve him off while in that ridiculous, weak state… he was going to crush him into powder by playing the game that Tororo loved, and constantly beating him over and over again.

Tororo folded his arms with a small snort.

Ah, well. All the more reason to make the sergeant major's position worse. Pu-pu-pu.

Tororo glanced at the notebook that was swept to the side, the entire plan and formulas that had resulted in such a delicious plot. He considered putting it all on the computer, but then he remembered the obvious talent Kururu possessed; the incredible mastery over a computer… scratch that. Any computer, any one, anywhere. As much as Tororo loathed to admit it, it was an ability that he harbored great jealousy over. As he watched Kururu's obvious attempt to hack into his hard drive, he couldn't help but notice how easy it was for him, to copy and paste folders into his own and look at them with great interest.

Tororo shook his head. No. This time, he would be proven as the better hacker- he would be the one to put Kururu in his place. His small lips stretched into a wide grin.

There's a technique in chess where you could convince the other player that they're winning, that you have no chance against them. But in a sudden stroke, you prove them otherwise and watch their face fall as they taste the sickening feeling of defeat.

Tororo chuckled to himself as he began the first step at the beginning of their game on the computer.

It was only time now when he would be crushing the sergeant major into the dust.

It was only time now when he would be standing over him with the look of triumph in his own eyes.

And it was only time now when he would finally be the one to say, "checkmate."

"It'll be tomorrow, okay?" Mois had told him sweetly. "You can say, 'at the stroke of noon'?"

Kururu sagged his shoulders, making his pawn move toward the center. He shook his head at the idiocacy of the New Recruit. Why would he put his own there? Ludicrous. He killed it with a single move.

The idea of going out with the Angol girl made him shiver. Having to look at those... eyes... the whole time was not something he was looking forward to, or getting attacked by the ever-present existance of those blasted sparkles.

And the thought of walking everywhere... getting on those rides... eating that disgusting junk...

How the heck did it even appeal to natural Pekoponians?

Kururu blew a strand of purple hair away from his face.

"Stupid Pekoponian..." He grumbled, tucking it behind his ear. "Ku-ku-ku. You'll pay, Tororo."

"Here."

Kururu blinked up at the pink-haired girl, who was handing him something. "Ku-ku. What is that?"

"It's a rubber band," Natsumi said, perking an eyebrow. "I've been noticing that you've been fidgeting with your hair the whole time you were here. Just tie it back if it's bothering you so much."

Kururu was on the floor of the living room, a small futon prepared for him by Fuyuki, who had suggested that he stay for the night, seeing as his lab was currently unavailable to him. The scientist was wearing a spare set of pajamas by the Hinata boy, but only because Natsumi told him to after explaining in blah-blah-blah detail about how that was what Pekoponians did- constantly change their clothes. Yet another reason for Kururu to brutally slaughter Tororo. Ku-ku-ku-ku.

"...Tch," Kururu turned away. "I don't need that." As if fate was testing him for being so rude, the piece that he had moved away fell again to his face.

Natsumi rolled her eyes and place it on his head. "Just take it, okay? Geez. You're worse than Giroro when it comes to pride."

"Giroro?" Kururu repeated distastefully, but by then, Natsumi had already walked off. He pulled the rubber band off of his head and stared at him for a moment. He tried once again to blow the lock of hair away from his face but when that didn't work, he hastily and clumsily fumbled with his stupidly long, purple hair into a messy ponytail. His screen reflected his face with that ridiculous hairstyle, and he shuddered.

Oh, you're going to PAY, Tororo.

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Remember how I said I was taking a break?

...Well I lied. But just for this one time XD; I'm seriously going to try and continue my vacation; I just felt bad I haven't submitted this in a long while.