Age 738, Monday January 2nd 1989
Boingo was reading his stand Thoth. A young comic artist walked up to him looking at thoth. "Oh? Is that a comic book? Never seen one here before! Want some mini-donuts?" said the artist. He observed the young comic artist offering mini-donuts, a friendly gesture that intrigued him.
"Sure, why not," Boingo replied, accepting a donut as he gestured for the artist to take a seat.
"Hey... Um, can I see that? I'm a comic book artist searching for inspiration. I love rare books and comics. Here, I'll let you use my binoculars." said the artist.
Boingo looked through the binoculars. As the artist looked at the unusual comic book. "What's this? "Oingo Boingo Brothers Adventure." I don't see the author's name anywhere…" said the artist as he flipped open the manga. "Wow. Such weird pictures. Great print quality, and in full color!"
'There once lived two brothers who got along very well. "My name is Oingo." "My name is Boingo." Boingo, the younger brother, was very shy and wouldn't do anything without Oingo. He was always alone. One day, while his big brother, Oingo, was away, Boingo met a very kind traveler. The traveler gave Boingo yummy snacks, and let Boingo look through his binoculars. Boingo had so much fun. "Oh, it's!" said the artist, noticing similarities. But the very kind traveler was impaled on a telephone pole and died.'
"What a weird comic. Is this comic popular here? This book is so weird. The rest of the pages are all blank. Nothing's printed… Must be defective. Somehow this comic has totally pulled me in. I know this sounds crazy, but could I buy this book from you?" said the artist flipping through the comic book. "It's not for sale." said a new voice.
"Huh?" said the young artist. "My brother's book isn't for sale! Now get lost." said Oingo as Boingo gripped his brother's leg.
"Brother?" said the young artist. "Didn't you hear me?" yelled Oingo. The artist ran away, dropping the comic book. " I told you not to talk to strangers. There are lots of bad people out there, ya know." said a concerned Oingo picking up the comic book and handing it to Boingo.
"Last call! The bus for Aswan is about to depart!" yelled the bus driver. Oingo hoisted boingo on his shoulder. "Let's go. I heard they're heading to Aswan." said Oingo.
Boingo showed Thoth to Oingo. "I see… I guess we can't do much about that. Then we'll have to wait for the next bus." said Oingo. They got onto the next bus only to pass a traffic accident where the previous bus had crashed. As three medics looked up at a telephone pole where the artist was impaled. "Ah, new pages. They came." said Oingo.
'The brothers Oingo and Boingo took a bus four hours later. So they managed to avoid getting
into an accident. Yippee! What adventures await them now? Once in Aswan, they made their discovery: "Oh! There they are! The bad guys!", cried the brothers. But the brothers wondered, "What are they talking about?" The bad guys seemed so worried...
"It's them." said Oingo, spotting the joestar group. Little did they know. They had
drunk tea laced with poison. Gulp!
"Oingo. " said Boingo, showing Thoth to him. "So all I have to do is poison them. " said Oingo, chuckling. They got off the bus at the restaurant. "Boingo, you and I are invincible together. With your clairvoyant comic Stand and my face Stand… my transformative ability… They're as good as dead! Our cards are Thoth, God of Writing, and Khnum, God of Creation! We're the Oingo Boingo brothers!" said Oingo as Boingo got up on his shoulder.
They snuck into the back behind the bar and Oingo hit the bartender with a frying pan who fell to the ground. As boingo dragged the body through the double doors in the back.
"So how is kakyoin? '' said Polnareff as Joseph walked out of a phone booth. "Kakyoin's injuries are serious. He could go blind. I'm worried about him." said Joseph. "Hey, look at all these cafés. We could all use a break. Let's get a drink." said Polnareff. "Sounds good. Which one?" said Joseph. Polnareff took out his cigarette and tossed it on the ground pointing toward a cafe. "My cigarette says that one." they headed toward it, leaving the cigarette on the ground. They entered the cafe and sat down taking up several tables.
"Welcome. What would you like?" said a waiter. Let's see... How about some tea? '' said Joseph. "Same," said everyone else. Yes, sir. Sixteen teas, coming right up." said the waiter.
"No, scratch that." "Huh?" said Polnareff. "Listen. We're in enemy territory. This is Dio's dominion. Who knows when our enemies will attack. We have to be more cautious. Someone could easily poison us. From now on, we drink only from bottles and cans." said Joseph. "What? Are you serious?" said Polnareff. "I am serious. Hey, forget the tea. We'll take coke instead." said Joseph.
"Coke? Yeah. " said the waiter. "Something wrong?" said Joseph. "No. Okay. Coke, right? Okay, fifteen bottles of coke then." said the waiter.
"Oh, and we'll open them ourselves. Give me the third, fourth, and fifth ones from the right." said Joseph. "Now they want Coke? How am I supposed to put poison in an unopened coke… Was the prediction wrong? No, my brother's comic is always right. I have to believe! I have to believe in Boingo! If I can't stand behind his predictions, we won't have a chance!" whispered Oingo.
"Brother, my predictions are foolproof!" said Boingo.
"Hey, you! This Coke's warm! Is this your idea of a cold drink? I'm not paying for this, idiot!" said an unpleasant customer before he stormed away. "Hey, Coke's not cold?" questioned Polnareff. "The fridge is down so…" said the waiter.
"You're being paranoid. Even if that guy was our enemy, and even if he was trying to poison us… how would he have known we'd come to this cafe? This city has tons of cafés, and I chose this one on a whim. I could understand if this was the only café, but there are tons of them. " said Polnareff. "My point is we can't be too careful. If you're that worried, let's go somewhere else then. Let's go to the one across the street." said Polnareff.
"All right." They left the table as they looked outside. The café across the street was burning. "Fire! My café is on fire! Some fool left a burning cigarette in the road. It ignited the trash!" said the owner. Polnareff sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. "You're in trouble." laughed nappa.
"Hey, sir. We'll take sixteen teas after all. " said Joseph. "We won," smiled Boingo. "But… What kind of jerk would toss a lit cigarette near the trash…" said the waiter shaking his head.
Everyone was drinking tea. As Oingo and Boingo cheered silently. A scream broke the silence.
"A dog took my cake! Who brought a dog in here?" The humans spit out their tea while the Saiyans gulped and swallowed the tea.
"Iggy" yelled Polnareff chasing after the mut.
"Wow this tea is great, the best, the first earthly drink to ever get us drunk," said bardock. As the other Saiyans whooped. Before their heads fell on the table as snores came from them.
There was an aura around Joseph as he stood up and looked at the waiter. "I knew it." as hermit purple was summoned the waiter's eyes opened wide. "He is a stand user. As the vines wrapped around the waiter. Joseph's mind went back to fighting the Vampire form of Straizo in a restaurant. He remembered pulling out a tommy gun and blasting him. Boingo looked back at his brother before running away through the back. Joseph punched the waiter in the face multiple times until he was unconscious before leaving him behind as they carried their saiyan friends to the hospital.
Boingo treated his brother's wounds. As in his comic book lay the unconscious forms of the saiyan's. Snore. Which boingo thought were dead. But though Thoth was always right, sometimes their interpretations were wrong.
And so the brothers eventually gave up. The battle was over, and Jotaro and the others were none the wiser. Ba-dum-tss.