This comes in two parts. If you like light-hearted short stories, then just stop at this one. The second part to this is a lot more depressing and will bound to make this very un-funny. Anyway, I hope you like it.

I'm just making Garuru's personality up… I've only seen him portrayed as a teenager maybe two times, and being a teenager myself, I like to think of him being rather awkward. I mean, aren't we all at that age? XD

"Big bro!" Giroro yelled, slamming his small fists against the door. "Big bro! Open up!"

His cries and bangs went unnoticed; the already loud song increased as it began it's screaming chorus.

"It's no use!" Keroro hollered to his friend.

"Let's leave!" Zeroro suggested.

"I have an idea!" Giroro said, trying to outmatch the music, but neither of the children could hear each other. Instead of waiting for a reply, knowing it was futile to attempt to communicate anyhow, he skipped over to a chord that was unplugged, with it's electric counterpart on the wall looking lonely and desolate. After a moment's hesitation, as if he was weighing the importance of the reason why he so badly wanted to speak to his brother, he finally picked it up and plugged it in. The music died instantly.

Behind Garuru's door, there was a confused grunt of surprise, following a few clicks (no doubt coming from the remote control and the boom box) and very aggravated, aggressive sighs.

"Giroro!"

Keroro and Zeroro instantly squeaked and hid behind their red companion while his older brother unlocked the door and poked his head out, red eyes glowing.

"I told you to never plug that-!"

"We wanted to ask you a question."

Garuru appeared bemused for a moment, but he recovered and then perked a brow. "…What kind of question?" He asked finally.

Keroro and Zeroro at this time let out a breath of relief, and slid out into sight, standing next to Giroro. They all looked at each uneasily, pushing each other with a nervous hand and repeating the muttered phrase, "No, you do it."

Garuru stood impatiently, opening the door a little wider, bringing his entire body into view. "Guys, spit it out-"

"Girls," Keroro blurted.

The four Keronians stared at each other, three of which were gazing intently, anxious for an answer.

Garuru was silent, unsure of how to answer to that. "Uh." He bit his finger, cleared his throat, and then said, "What… what about them?"

"Just the basics," Keroro said, rather simply.

"The… basics?"

"Yeah," Keroro, Zeroro, and Giroro nodded.

Garuru was struck dumb. How was he supposed to respond to that?

"U-uh… why are you asking me this?"

"Well, first we went to see his dad," Giroro said, pointing a thumb toward Keroro. "But then he told us to talk to his mom. And then his mom told us to talk to Zeroro's mom-"

"And then she paid us to never ask her again," Zeroro interrupted, briefly.

"-And so we asked Joriri, but he kept telling us about shoe laces and cows, and something about rubber bands instead, so then we decided to ask dad."

"But your dad's asleep on the couch," Keroro piped cheerfully. "He snores funny!"

Garuru sucked a breath, planted his hands on his hips, and then released it. "Um. Okay." He scratched the back of his head, feeling awkward about being placed in such a situation. "Uh, come inside, I guess."

The three kids ran inside eagerly, excited to learn, but more excited to see the exotic room that they were forbidden to enter. As they looked inside wondrously, Garuru closed the door, walked over to his bed, and leaned against it, staring into his hands.

"Okay, big bro," Giroro said finally. "Tell us."

"Girls…" Garuru looked up and rolled his hands around, like he didn't know what to say. He searched his room as if he was trying to inspire himself a way to start this conversation. "Girls… girls are like…" His eyes landed on the rifle on his desk. "….guns. Uh, you know what?" Let's not get into that before I find out the reason. "Why do you guys want to learn about girls so badly, anyway?"

"Pururu," Zeroro said matter-of-factly. "That's why."

"Pururu?"

"Our friend," The pale blue frog said sweetly. Garuru at this point noticed his younger brother and his green friend blushing slightly at this, and Zeroro gazed at them curiously before adding, "They keep making that face, and I don't understand why."

"So that's why you want to know." Garuru grinned despite himself.

"Yeah, so tell us!" Keroro demanded. "Just tell us why we're feeling this way!"

Garuru clapped a hand over his mouth. "O-okay. Uh." His fingers tapped over the top of his lips. Finally, he exhaled deeply. "Guys, really, it's not like I hang out with a lot of girls…"

"So you don't know?"

"I don't know," Garuru said hastily, deciding that lying would be the best way to get out of this. "I don't know anything-"

"So you don't know any girls?"

"…I know, ah, some girls, but-"

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

Garuru was completely taken aback by the question. He blinked nervously at Giroro, who watched him innocently. "Why do you say that?"
Giroro shrugged. "I d'no. It's just a question."

"No.. I don't-"

"Psh, that's not what this says!"

Garuru swiveled his head to the side, horrified to see that Keroro had opened up a brown yearbook, his yearbook, and was reading the page that was currently bookmarked.

"Keroro!" Garuru snapped, his whole face suddenly reddening. "Give me that-!"

"Is this her?" Keroro asked, pulling out a picture that was used as the said bookmark. "She's pretty!"

"Ooh! I wanna see!"

"Wow! She's very pretty!"

"Guys, OUT!"

Keroro, Zeroro, and Giroro were angrily shoved out of Garuru's room, toppling over each other with a quiet thump. Garuru had the picture tightly in his hand, with the other hand on the handle of the door. Careful that they were not near or inside his room, he slammed it, making the ground shiver and the three tadpoles shudder. They sat in a bundle, staring wide-eyed at Garuru's room, wondering what they could have possibly done wrong.

"…Teenagers," Keroro concluded.

The door chinked with a start, and the friends turned quickly, startled, toward it. Garuru stepped out, stomped toward the plug, yanked it out of the wall, and returned to his room.

But not before delivering a horrifying, spine-tingling glare that Giroro called the "Daddy Look".

The three Keronians ran out of the house, shrieking, absolutely petrified. "Please don't shoot us!"