“Gero Gero Gero! This invasion meeting is now in session!”
The voice resonated from deep within an underground base, bouncing down the passages and reverberating through the halls. Past the many rooms and chambers of such high technology, one could question the identity of those responsible for this fortress. The answer lay gathered within a brightly lit room near the entrance to said base.
Many empty chairs stretched towards the back of the room, all focused towards a podium on the northern wall of the room. A desk and board were all that would accompany the speaker, who now rose a finger in emphasis to his words. Upon closer inspection, one could see the first few seats facing the podium were filled with three Keronians.
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Oh, right, this is my cue! Ahem. I'm the Narrator for Sgt. Frog; I'm the voice always announcing the important stuff and talking to the characters. You see, Keronians are these alien frog freaks sent from their planet, Keron, to invade earth. It's quite simple; Keronian, Keron. They plan on invading the earth, which they call Pekopon.
These aliens were akin to frogs, adorned in caps and bright colors. Three sets of eyes gleamed in curiosity, though not necessarily of the cheery kind.
There was a following moment of silence, not a soul daring to move. Once again it should be mentioned that the reactions of the others were not as much in awe as in irritation.
The moment of silence expired as the green frog continued in an assertive bark, “A.R.M.P.I.T. Platoon, anyone with helpful ideas for invading should say them now!”
Yes, the A.R.M.P.I.T. Platoon. It stands for the Advanced Recon Mission Preparatory Invasion Terror Platoon. It's quite an unfortunate acronym, though I must say it is pretty fitting.
The green Keronian swept his gaze across the room, moving his head to meet each face placed opposite to him. His pale yellow cap flapped against his face as he gave a dismayed shake of his head. “Wha… No one? Are you frogging kidding me?” He muttered. The next moment was spent clearing his throat and sparking into action once again. He shoved forward his finger to point, though this time at an actual object: his comrade who sat in the farthest seat to the left.
“Corporal Giroro! Name an invasion plan, would you?”
As his name was called, a crimson Keronian lifted his dark eyes from a gun he stroked with a cleaning cloth. He merely grunted in reply, his optics holding a note of challenge as they met the other's.
"What? Nothing? Aren't you supposed to be a soldier?" The speaker guffawed, folding his arms irately.
It only took a heartbeat for the Corporal to swing up his weapon, pointing its barrel at the Sergeant. “It isn't a soldier's job to create the plans, it's the leader's!" He snapped. "And I was unfortunate enough to be stuck with you as my leader, Sergeant Keroro. You wouldn't even be a soldier if it weren't for your father's work on the battlefield. Now, that man was a soldier! Why don't you try actually doing some work of your own for once?!”
Here would be a nice place for me to mention that Keroro's father was known as the 'Demon Sergeant'. He worked unmentionable horrors in the wars he took part in, though he always came out victorious. It would be safe to say that the only reason Keroro is a Sergeant himself is due to his father's work.
Keroro let out a shocked gasp, quick to retort to the other, “Well maybe my platoon should be a bit more cooperative! I like to share my work! And don't you bring my father into this!”
“Oh, you like to share? I bet you'd love to share some of your Gundam for my new ammunition, especially after my last clip was wasted on me trying to shoot you last week after that invasion was a bust as well!” The Corporal hot-headedly shot back.
“Why I never-“ Before the flustered green frog could fling himself at his red Platoon-mate, a delicate voice made itself known.
"Uncle, why don’t you move on before you get too worked up again? You could say, work before war?”
"Well, what if your work is war?" Giroro grumbled from afar.
Keroro gave a startled blink and turned around, smiling nervously at the tall blond standing nearby. Upon making eye contact, she tilted her head slightly and smiled politely back to the frog.
“Oh, good idea, Angol Mois! Because some of us aren’t very smart in the 'invading a planet' catagory, it seems! Maybe they shouldn't have become an invader if they weren't up to the challenge!” The Keronian hissed through gritted teeth. He snorted in discontent and turned to the next frog in line. “Private Second Class Tamama!”
This time the reply came from a small black tadpole as he pulled his face from a bag of potato chips. “Oh, yes, Sarge?”
A smile dominated his face as he blinked pleasantly towards the Sergeant. The signal he sent was all but too obvious in meaning. Keroro made haste to ignore the tadpole's attempts towards him, clearing his throat awkwardly.
“What, do I have to repeat myself? What invasion plans do you have! We need to find a way to take over Pekopon!” As he began to rave once again the blonde stepped forward, waving her arms desperately and mumbling about getting the other to calm down.
Her words didn't reach the Private, though. His eyes flicked with growing choler between his beloved Sergeant and that devil of a woman. How dare she take all of the Sergeant's attention away from him?!
This gem is Angol Mois, the Angolian. (You know, I'm beginning to think the writers for this show were really lazy.) Tamama shares a one-way rivalry with her for Keroro's love.
The Angolian managed to calm Keroro down for the time being, though as one temper fell another was instantly fettered. Tamama feigned a rather twitchy smile to mask his onslaught of coming jealously as he replied in indirect revenge towards Keroro, “Oh, well, I kinda’ have to agree with Giroro. Creating a plan isn’t part of our job.” He paused to pop a potato chip into his mouth, his gaze now flicking towards Angol Mois. “We usually just do what you say, as we are your Platoon, and we were assigned to invade Pekopon. If you ask me, I'd tell ya' there are some outsiders who shouldn't be allowed to listen to our invasion plans. Here's a hint: the outsiders are stupid women!” His last sentence was drowned in a throaty growl.
Needless to say, Tamama is rather bi-polar.
“What? You actually agree with him?” The green frog gasped, twitching a few times in shock. "W-What kind of loyalty is this?!" The remark about the Angolian seemed to soar straight over his head.
“Kuukuku,” A yellow frog decided to pipe in, most likely in an attempt to start a brawl he could enjoy spectating, “Maybe you should just try creating a plan that works. Then you wouldn’t be asking us, Keroro.”
“How dare you, Kululu-“
“Well, I doubt he could pull his face away from his pathetic Gundam Models or stop watching T.V. long enough to do that,” Giroro muttered loudly, once again working grime from his weapon in some form of stress relief.
“Grr...! Do all of you think I can’t create a plan to take over Pekopon?” Keroro challenged, rapidly stomping a foot.
“I believe if you really worked, leader, maybe one of your plans would turn out successful.” The voice of an innocuous blue Keronian just reached their ears. Heads turned nervously.
“Oh, Dororo! You know, it's about time you showed up! Speaking of loyalty..." Keroro huffed, tapping a foot to the ground.
“W-Wha… I’ve been here the whole-“ His voice was drowned as Keroro’s anger flared at his platoon's 'failed loyalty' once again.
“Well, I’ll show you! I’ll show you all who can create a good plan, and when Pekopon is finally under my control we'll see who's insulting whose father! Gero gero gero!” Keroro chuckled, folding his arms over his chest. “Gero, gero, gero…”
After a moment more of laughing he spun on a heel and trot out of the room, still chuckling to himself.
“Uncle!” Mois cried, eyes flashing with worry as she propelled after him. "Uncle, wait!"
Another thing to mention would be the 'uncle' thing... though I'm not too sure about that one myself.
The Private Second Class suddenly seethed in rage, clutching his bag of chips tightly. The sound of shredding cellophane lay thick in the air as he ground his fingers, radiating such a bad aura that it practically darkened the air around him. “How dare that woman think she can get Keroro’s attention by caring for him…” He growled to himself, though other alien frogs had different thoughts at the moment.
“Hmmph, as long as whatever he thinks up isn't based off of something he finds in a children's book... again,” The Corporal mutinously muttered, picking up his gun to take his own leave.
After managing to compile his list of chores onto Angol Mois, Keroro exited the secret base into the Hinata household.
Okay, just how much am I going to have to explain? I don't get paid enough to be doing this! ... Fine, fine. When Keroro first landed on Pekopon, his platoon was scattered. He'd attempted to hide in the Hinata house when he was discovered by siblings Fuyuki and Natsumi Hinata. He now lives with them as well as their mother in some strange turn of events, even though they openly know he is out to invade their planet. Supposedly Fuyuki's friendship with the Sergeant and Natsumi's strength against him are the earth's 'only defenses' from his platoon. I find it all corny, but I didn't write this show. Some crack addict or someone of the sort did.
The Sergeant, fueled by the fury of being called out and challenged by his Platoon, began to think of a plan up in his room. He paced the floors, lips pursed and fingers interlaced behind him. He paced for tens of minutes, his mind slugging through possible plans. Toenail monsters? Too gross. Alphabet soup? Not enough literates worldwide.
Hot ladies?
Too Narrator-y.
Despite further attempts at plans, nothing that seemed like it would actually work in a full-scale invasion came to Keroro's mind.
Isn't that a shocker.
"Shut up! You're not the one doing such hard work!" Keroro groaned, flopping onto his lawn chair of a sofa and staring up at the ceiling. "I can't think of anything! I... I need... I need inspiration!"
The Keronian hobbled over to his television, sitting in front of the reflective black screen and crossing his legs.Just a bit of relaxation would probably do my mind well, after all! He thought with a small hum. As he craned out his hand for the remote, he remembered how the Corporal had mentioned his addiction to T.V. His hand locked up.
“Well… It shouldn’t be a problem with him, since I'll only watch for a moment,” He murmured, reaching forward with a doubtful palm.
“W-Wait! What if I get caught watching T.V.? Especially by Giroro? He’ll never let me live this down!” He retracted his hand rapidly, giving a harsh nod to add meaning to his words. But alas, the Keronian was only fooling himself.
“Just a few minutes sounds so nice, to soothe my soul and maybe even give me the inspiration that I need,” He clutched and fingered the remote with a sweaty grasp, yet hesitated from hitting the power button.
“Ohh… I really need to focus, if I watch just a minute I might get distracted and keep watching for hours… But then, that would be so relaxing for a change… Ohhh, what do I do, Geroooooo!” The Sergeant smacked his palms to each side of his head and shook roughly side to side, his cap flaps flailing against his face.
And this weird display of mental arguments is normal for him. Can anybody remind me why I work here?
As Keroro abrasively tossed his head side to side in panic, the hand holding the remote mashed against the power button. The T.V. yawned to life, illuminating the already bright room in a white glow.
“Oh, no, look what I’ve—Ooh, look, Captain Geroro is on!” The green frog gasped, instantly settling down on his knees and elbows to watch with intent black eyes.
After a few breaths of watching said Captain Geroro, the green frog muttered a curse as commercials flashed over the screen.
“What the crap? I barely got ten seconds of T.V.! This so isn’t fair!” Keroro remarked angrily, a hair's length away from performing a table-flip. After killing a couple of minutes worth of commercials in a bout of rage, rubbish littered the television and a car commercial flickered on. Its ear-racking music and obnoxious narrator immediately snagged the Keronian's attention.
“This new mini-van seats six, has automatic cruise control, and is completed with one hundred and sixty horse power! Remember, the world runs on horse power, so buy yours today!”
I know I've said this before, but I have got to be the best narrator ever... and we've had recent budget cuts.
And it was at that moment Keroro’s seething, bland and rather slow mind was sparked to action. His meager thoughts were quickly kindled into a flame of inspiration. “T-That’s it!” He gasped, a sly smile parting his mouth with an accompanying shadow forming over his face as he slowly entwined his fingers. “That will definitely work… Gero gero gero, with this plan, I can definitely invade Pekopon!”