Chocolate Pudding-chan: This is what comes out of me when I'm high on soda.
Disclaimer: I do not own Tokyo Mew Mew.
Pai stared awkwardly at he little pamphlet that had showed up in the mailbox that they had placed in front of their disguised ship to help it blend in.
It read, in huge, disgustingly pink bold-type:
"Come to an exquisite summer banquet to celebrate the one-year anniversary of the opening of Café Mew Mew!
Where: The Café Mew Mew bakery south of the park
When: June 13, 7:00 P.M.
Dress nicely please!"
Dress nicely. Ew.
That was Pai's opinion.
Kisshu, once seeing it, came up with a plan equal in disgust factor to the lacy invitation.
"Okay, I have THE most brilliant plan ever!" Kish told his friends after he had made them both come for a "meeting" in the living room.
"Okay, see this?" he held up the invitation, and his comrades nodded.
"I say we crash it!"
"No." Pai said immediately. "Absolutely not! I will not have you cavorting around 'T.P.-ing' their parties! We already have enough information, and this would be completely useless."
"Not like, throwing water balloons kind of crashing it, I mean getting in to the party and spying on the humans kind of crashing it!"
"That pretty much deletes the meeting of 'crashing'."
"So? It doesn't matter! It's still a good idea! But only one of us can go, all three of us would look suspicious."
"Kisshu, even if we hid our ears and 'dressed nicely'," he shuddered at the words "they would still be able to tell it was us."
"Exactly." Kish grinned. "That's why this idea's the best!"
"Huh?"
"All we have to do is make sure we look ABSOLUTELY nothing like we usually do! And how do we do that?"
Kish answered his own question: "Cross-dressing!"
"WHAT?! I will not be caught DEAD in woman's clothing!"
"Not you," Kish grinned again, pointed a finger at his victim. "Tart."
"NO! Never!" Tart cried, mortified at the aspect of dressing like a girl.
"It's so simple! You just put on us dress and a bra, we braid your hair and glue your ears to your head, and viola! An innocent little human girl!"
Tart groaned "No…."
Pai paused to think.
"Well, I suppose if he was totally unrecognizable…"
"PAI!"
"If we sent him in as a girl, I think maybe we could pull this off…"
"Noooo…..." Tart groaned again.
"Then it's settled. We do it."
After a few hours of pulling and prodding, Kish was almost done with his work.
"HOLD STILL!" he cried impatiently.
"I'm trying!" Tart mumbled form under the fabric.
Tart squirmed as Kish attempted to wriggle a dress over his head.
"This is so STUPID!" he thought. "Why do I have to be the one to do this?! Why not Kish, it was his idea…"
After the dress was applied, Kisshu stood back and admired his work.
"Hmm…" he said. "Something's missing."
He inspected the child in front of him, making a mental checklist.
"Let's see, Dress? Check.
Hair? Check.
Ears covered? Check.
My sister's bra? Check."
And then it hit him. "Of course, that's it!"
He ran to the kitchen and came back with two oranges in his hands.
"And now…" he stuffed the oranges down the bra Tart was wearing.
"You're perfect!"
Outside the café that same night, the two pepped up their friend before sending him inside. Well, they tried.
But, Tart was too busy crying to listen. He clung onto Pai, begging him to call the mission off.
"Please don't make me do this! I feel dumb! And I look even dumber!"
"You may look stupid to us, but everyone else will think you're just a normal human girl."
"I don't want to be a girl anything!"
"Listen, it's just for a few hours! You'll do fine. And remember to keep your eyes and ears peeled for any information that may be helpful to us!"
"How can I keep my ears peeled when they're taped to my head?"
"Use your imagination, kid." Kish said, pushing Tart toward the door of the building, which was now glowing with lanterns as music boomed from the inside.
Tart took a deep breath, and opened the doors.
Chocolate Pudding-chan: You'll have to wait and see to find out if Kish's plan was as successful as he hoped.