Curse...this...STORY!

Whatever. I've complained about this enough. I just wanted to say sorry for the delay. When was the last time I updated anyway?

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OVER A YEAR AGO!? WHA-HOW-TH-I-BU-

...Alright. I owe you guys. Let's get this story going.

Paul continued to shovel large amounts of dirt out of the ground, seven other Nishizawa servants surrounding him as they did the same. After five minutes of trying to drown Tamama and Keroro in the toilet, which was after the ten minutes of whipping, which was AFTER the three minutes of hot stove to the face, she had ordered her men to bury them both in the garden while she watched. The rage potion she had drank was still in full effect, making her mind unable to imagine even one cheerful thought. Not even the idea of burying them miles below the ground was enough to lift her spirits.

"Deeper! I don't want these two to dig themselves out until morning!" she ordered, holding the two unconscious Keronians in her hands. None of them wanted to do it, but they knew that it was just better to follow orders than to try and reason with an angry Momoka.

"Excuse me, sir?" Yoshiokadaira scurried up behind Paul and whispered. "Tamama will most definitely be furious once he digs himself out. He'll probably go after Lady Momoka. What should we do?"

Paul remained silent, concentrating only on the movement of his shovel as he thought. He knew how dangerous Tamama could be when he was angry. Not Momoka levels of terrifying, but still dangerous none the less. He sighed. "It is our duty to protect Lady Momoka at all costs. If we must fight off Tamama in order to do so, than so be it."

"Hey! These two will probably be hungry once they crawl out. Why don't you throw some breakfast down there while you're at it!?" Momoka ordered as Paul gave a salute.

"Yes, Malady!" he replied, gesturing for a few of his men to run inside and prepare something.

Once the hole was deep enough for Momoka's liking, they threw the two Keronians inside, along with one piece of toast, and quickly began refilling the hole. Once they were finished, Momoka, still under the effect of the rage potion, screamed at her men to head upstairs and make her bed for her. Shaking and drenched in sweat, her men gladly obeyed and immediately swarmed inside. Paul, standing over the bed of dirt which covered the two Keronians, felt sorry for the young Private he had just buried.

'Sorry, Tamama. She's just too scary.' he thought.

"PAUL!" Momoka screamed when she saw that her butler had not yet returned.

"Coming, Malady!" he shouted in return before following the rest of his men inside.

Kululu tapped his fingers on his chair's armrest. He had spent over a week of hard work just trying to beat Tamama in a simple bet which, for him at least, really didn't mean anything. He wanted to win the bet so that if Giroro and Natsumi were to become a couple, he would need a new test monkey for his experiments since Natsumi would constantly object to him continuously using Giroro. But if Tamama were to win, than Kululu would give him his entire stock of specially made candy. Tamama would be gaining something from winning, but Kululu would only be replacing something that he already had.

"Kukukuku! So this bet really is pointless, isn't it?" he said to himself. "But of course, it would prove me right. Then again, they already know that I'm the smartest frog here, so it really wouldn't matter in the long run."

Thought after thought piled inside Kululu's head as he fought himself over whether or it not this bet was really worth doing. So much effort, so little payoff. Plus, something as silly as a bet couldn't really be worth someone like Kululu's time, could it. No matter how much he thought about it, he would always come to the same conclusion; this bet wasn't worth it.

"Though...it is fun."

...That was all the motivation he needed. He pulled his chair up so that he was leaning over his keyboard. It was time to begin work on his next plan. This little bet was certainly fun, but this small moment of thought had made him realize that it was better to just put an end to it as quickly as possible before it lost its enjoyable factor. He reached his arms forward and stretched his fingers together, popping his wrists.

"I didn't want it to come to this. Or did I? Well, either way, it seems I have no choice. Time to do what I should have done from the start. KUKUKUKU!"

Momoka laid in her bed, an ice pack rested on her forehead and several sheets wrapped firmly around her body. She had felt this terrible migraine ever since she woke up that morning, and it was now close to two in the afternoon. The only thing she could remember from last night was walking to dinner and taking a drink from her water glass. Afterwards, everything was just a blur. She was informed by Paul that during dinner, she suddenly began acting unusually chipper. She then left the room to go talk to Fuyuki before eventually walking back into the kitchen and began shoving both Keroro and Tamama's faces in every hot plate of food she could find. She had turned from being happy as a clam to being mad as a hornet in only a minute. Many of her men had agreed that it was probably the strangest thing they had ever seen her do (and THAT'S saying something).

Momoka could feel her head spinning as she laid there, thinking back to all of the strange occurrences that had been happening to her recently. There had been the incident with the toxic gas, Tamama's eagerness to get Fuyuki's letter delivered, and now there was the entire dinner fiasco just last night. Whenever something strange and unexpected happened to her, it was almost always because of Tamama's friends and their desperate attempts to either take over the planet or get the Nishizawa corporation to give them money. But no matter how hard she thought about it, she couldn't figure out what kind of insane plan would require going as far as to try and poison her and Fuyuki with deadly chemicals or make her randomly start switching emotions in the middle of dinner. None of it made any sense in the slightest. But then again, not that many of their plans have ever made that much sense in the past, either.

'Are they just...stupid?'

As she finished her thought, a small black fist suddenly punched through the doorknob of her bedroom door, twisting itself to the side as if it were still trying to turn the knob and pushing the door open. Tamama stood standing in the hallway outside with large smudges of dirt covering his body, toast crumbs around his mouth and an unsettling black aura illuminating from him. He grunted between his teeth as his bloodshot eyes stared dead at Momoka.

"Tamama?" Momoka called out with concern, lifting her head off her pillow while still holding the ice pack against her forehead. "What happened to you? Why are you all dirt-?" she paused, remembering what Paul had told her. "...oh. Right."

Tamama spoke in his most angered tone of voice. A tone that would almost never come out unless it had something to do with Mois acting cute around Keroro. It was a tone that everyone knew, and everyone feared. "THAT'S IT!" Tamama screamed. "I'M TIRED OF GETTING BEATEN UP ALL THE TIME! YOU'RE GOING TO FU-KI AND ADMITTING THAT YOU LOVE HIM RIGHT NOW!"

Before Momoka could even react, Tamama grabbed her right arm and began forcing her out of bed. She dropped her ice pack on the floor as she was tugged onto her feet by the unexpectedly strong Keronian and guided towards the door. Before Tamama could get close enough to the door to even reach it, Momoka pulled herself away from Tamama's grip. She looked at the small Private with a confused glare.

"What are you mean!? You...want me to confess to Fuyuki-kun!? Is that what you've been trying to do!?"

Tamama built his fist once again, tightening it with rage. He couldn't tell her what was going on, could he? Would that break the rules of the bet? Then again...what WERE the rules of the bet, anyway? It was just 'get Momoka to confess to Fuyuki'. That was it. So even if Tamama were to reveal the entire truth to Momoka regarding the bet he made with Kululu, it would still technically be playing fair. But, of course, the entire reason Tamama chose not to tell Momoka up to this point was because he knew that Momoka would kill him if she found out that he poisoned her and Fuyuki, lost her letter to him and slipped her some mysterious love potion all because of a bet he made with Kululu just for his own gain. But now that she had finally caught onto what was going on, was there even a point to hiding it anymore. Would telling her really worsen the situation as much as he originally thought? Well, that's to say that the situation he was already in even COULD worsen.

Tamama sighed, trying to calm himself down. "Okay, look! I made a bet with Kululu for a mountain of candy that I couldn't get you to confess your love for Fu-ki. So, I locked the both of you in your room for a night but released the toxic gas by mistake. Then I placed your letter to Fu-ki under his door while he was asleep but Sargent wrote his own name on it before he woke up. Then last night, I slipped a love potion that I bought at some creepy old shop in the alien market into your water so that you would confess to him over the phone, but then you drank another glass of water with the angry potion in it and that's why you got so angry and beat me up." He managed to get everything out in one breath, taking in a large inhale immediately afterwards.

Silence filled the room. The truth was out and now Momoka knew everything. Tamama looked up at the girl with a blank expression with Momoka did the exact same. The Private couldn't say for sure what she was thinking. He stood there without saying a word, waiting to see her long awaited reaction.

...

The bangs at the top of her hair turned sharp.

Tamama's blood ran cold.

"She's right." Said the narrator. "You guys are stupid."

Kululu sat in his laboratory, watching through his security footage as Giroro walked into the empty underground base. He held a small, folded piece of pink paper in his hand as he strolled in, unfolding it after coming to a stop in the middle of the room and rereading it once more. His arms shook as he felt the sweat on his forehead worsen. He had no idea as to what this letter was for, but just the writing itself was enough to rattle his knees.

Giroro:

There's something I have to tell you. Something I've wanted to tell you for a very long time. Meet me in the Stupid Frog's base in one hour. I'll tell you everything there.

~Natsumi

Kululu could feel his smirk lengthen by exactly seven point nine milometers. Very rarely was he ever that excited. At the moment, however, he was more hyped about how everything would play out rather than the actual outcome. Tamama had finally pushed Kululu to his limit...and he was loving every second of it.

"Now!?" a voice spoke from Kululu's headphones. He laughed at the transmission.

"Kukuku! Not yet. The red one's there, but the girl should be arriving shortly. Just a little longer, your highness."

Giroro stood in the center of the room, his deep breathing being the only sound to be heard. He knew that this couldn't be what he thought it was, but the idea still lingered in his mind. He wanted to ignore it, but after living on Earth for over two years, he already knew how incapable he was of doing that.

Tamama reached the back door of the Hinata house. He had ran out of stamina at least ten blocks back, but his legs simply followed their instinct and continued running. But even after reaching the entrance to the one place he was looking for, he knew that now was not the time to stop for anything. He could still feel her heavy and frightening aura following close behind him, allowing him to know exactly how far back she was from catching him. Also, the constant screaming of threats regarding what she would do with his severed head once she got hold of him helped as well.

Tamama grabbed the handle of the large glass door, quickly throwing it open. The very first thing he saw was Fuyuki walk in from the living room toward the kitchen, forcing him to assume that he had just returned home from school and going to grab a snack. Peering up at Fuyuki's face as he ran inside gave him a sudden feeling of joy.

Fuyuki quickly noticed the small black Keronian running towards him at top speed. "Hey, Ta-" Fuyuki was cut off when Tamama unexpectedly swerved behind him and jumped off the ground, wrapping his arms around the boy's waist. Falling back to his feet, Fuyuki wailed in shock when his entire body was suddenly lifted off the ground by Tamama, seemingly with ease. Looking in all directing in a panic, Fuyuki noticed an angry Momoka suddenly appear standing in his backyard, looking furiously at the floor beneath him. Quickly realizing that she had to have been looking at Tamama with her angry glare, it was rather simple for Fuyuki to put the pieces together.

"TAMAMA! WHAT DID YOU DO!? WHAT DID YOU DO!?" Fuyuki began shouting as his arms and legs flailed through the air.

Tamama looked up at Momoka, feeling both hopeful and terrified at once as he loudly spoke in one long, frantic breath. "HERE! SEE, MOMO-CHI! NOW'S YOUR CHANCE! TELL HIM HOW YOU FEEL NOW!"

Her inner flame grew. This last resort the small Private had pulled only seemed to remind her further of everything she has had to go through ever since he started this so-called 'bet'. She tightened her fists and lunged at the Keronian in a growling scream.

Tamama, once again following his only instincts for a situation like this, immediately turned around and ran as fast as he could out of the kitchen and down into the basement, still carrying Fuyuki over his head as he ran. Both he and Fuyuki screamed with panic as Momoka followed them down every turn.

Giroro couldn't take it much longer. It was ten minutes past the hour and she still hadn't shown up. He expected her to already be there when he showed up. Perhaps she was just getting herself ready for whatever it was she wanted of him and was taking longer than expected. This thought circled in Giroro's mind for a short while before quickly being pushed aside.

'No. She probably just has some small favor for me to do. Maybe she wanted to keep Keroro out of it and wanted to meet in private. But then...why didn't she just come talk to me out back or in my tent or something? Why would she want us to meet here?'

The door to the base opened. Giroro turned towards the entrance, where he saw the very person he had been waiting for standing there, staring directly at him Though...she was not how he expected her to look. In fact, it wasn't even close. She had two black face paint lines on each cheek, what he presumed to be chest and back armor made of two trash can lids and duct tape, several arm and leg pads, a helmet, a frying pan in one hand and a leek vegetable in the other. She sneered at him.

"Alright, Giroro! Let's get this over with! I've got homework to do!"

Giroro couldn't remember the last time his eyes were as wide with shock as they were now. 'What in Frog's name did she want to tell me?'

Natsumi, standing in front of the small red alien in her best battle stance, remembered the letter she found in her room just one hour ago.

Natsumi:

The time has come! No more stalling! I'm taking over this invasion and conquering Pekopon myself! If you want to try and stop me, meet me down in the underground base in one hour, where we'll have our final showdown to decide the fate of this pathetic world! And make sure you're prepared once you arrive! I won't hesitate to kill you this time!

~Giroro

Tamama couldn't stop. He wouldn't stop. He wasn't going to let himself get beaten up by her again. Last night was the last time. Making his way down the large white hallways of his Sergeant's base, it didn't take him very long to realize that he had no idea where he was going. But that didn't stop his legs one bit. Running was priority number one, finding out where he was supposed to go was next on the list.

"TAMAMA! PUT ME DOWN! PLEASE!" Fuyuki shouted, feeling a bit sick from the speed he was going.

"NO WAY! YOU'RE THE KEY TO MY SURVIVAL RIGHT NOW!" he replied just as loud.

"I DIDN'T WRITE ANY LETTER LIKE THAT!" Giroro yelled, his face looking shocked at the young girl's explanation. Natsumi held her leek and frying pan tightly, just in case this was some sort of trick.

"Well, then who did!?" she asked, remaining as still as ever across the room.

"HOW SHOULD I KNOW! In any case, I thought you wanted to talk to me about something! I found your note outside m-" Giroro suddenly paused. A disturbing thought crossed his mind as a fowl ache formed in the pit of his stomach.

'No. Don't tell me.' he thought, looking upwards towards the ceiling, where he knew the base's security camera's hung. 'Kululu.'

Kululu saw the red frog look straight into the camera with a confused, almost worried look on his face. "Whoop!" Kululu said in alarm. "Guess he's got me. Kukuku!" he placed his palm on his left headphone. "Alright, your majesty. She's ready for you."

"About time! Come, my children! The time for revenge is now!"

Kululu removed his hand, returning his attention to the screen in front of him.

The base's front door was blown down. A large beam of yellow energy shot through the now open doorway. Natsumi and Giroro ducked in fear as the beam shot over their heads and crashed into the opposite side of the base. They turned starstruck to the smoke covered entrance, seeing an oddly shaped figure approaching the room.

"HELLO!? IS ANYONE HERE!? DO YOU KNOW HOW TO FIGHT OFF A LION OR A STEAMROLLER!? PLEASE! I NEED SAVING!"

Both Giroro and Natsumi recognized the voice. The replied to the call in unison.

"Tamama!?"

Kululu's head flinched upwards. "What?"

Tamama took in several massive breaths as he finally came to a complete stop, ready to fall to the ground. He slightly turned his head upright as to see who was in the room with him. Seeing both Giroro and Natsumi there confused him for a moment, but after quickly putting the pieces together, he came to a startling conclusion. He had just walked into one of Kululu's 'plans'.

"TAMAMA!" Momoka screamed. Tamama jumped backwards, eyeing his future killer as she walked slowly through the smoke, watching as her very rage blew the grey cloud around her out of sight.

Tamama wanted to continue running, but knowing that Kululu had to be nearby, waiting for something to happen between Giroro and Natsumi, he quickly realized that it was either now or never. He couldn't risk letting Kululu win.

"T-Tamama." Natsumi got his attention. Tamama turned to face her. "W-What are you doing with my brother?"

Tamama looked up at the boy he was carrying, whose face looked a bit green from the ride here. Tamama was about to answer when Momoka did it for him.

"Get this! He's actually the one who's been messing with my life for the past week! Now he's trying to use Fuyuki-kun to calm me down, thinking it'll save his life! AND I'M GONNA MAKE HIM PAY FOR IT! YOU'RE FREE TO WATCH IF YOU WANT!" she yelled, both Giroro and Natsumi completely clueless as to what she meant by 'messing with her life'. When it came to Tamama, that LITERALLY could mean anything.

"WAIT! MOMO-CHI! Now's your chance! I've got Fu-ki right here! You can finally tell him the truth!" Tamama yelled back, throwing Fuyuki in front of his body like a shield. "Tell him how you fee-!"

The floor suddenly started shaking. Natsumi, Momoka, Tamama and Giroro quickly felt a bit off balance as the ground beneath them rocked. The shaking quickly increased, eventually feeling like an earthquake. Natsumi fell backwards onto her behind, groaning as she hit the floor. Tamama lost his balance and dropped Fuyuki to the ground, allowing the boy to crawl away and puke out as much of the motion sickness as he could. Momoka stumbled towards the nearest wall and leaned against it for support. Giroro remained standing, having been trained to keep almost perfect balance back on Keron. Though he still had an increasingly bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. Whatever was happening, Kululu's doing or not, couldn't be good.

A spot on the floor behind Giroro burst open, causing the red Keronian to jump forwards in a panic. Something had broken into the base from below and was now rising out of the ground. Giroro turned his head back to see what it was that had just dug its way in, only to be immediately horrified at the giant, pink creature looking down at him.

Everyone else had already looked up long before Giroro did, and were equally shocked as he was to see what had just broke in. Natsumi especially. She remembered that long, slime-covered body. That smooth, dark pink skin. She remembered these traits because she had fought against the same looking creatures before. She had saved Giroro from being eaten. She had blown their entire ship to space junk.

The creature looked down at Natsumi and Giroro as they looked back in horror. The creature smiled (though you couldn't tell since they had no visible mouths) before speaking.

"Finally. That yellow frog was right, after all! Now, the time has come! Revenge for what you did to my husband, the King! You'll both pay severely for that!" the Queen Space Worm said. A small mic attached to her head switched on. "NOW! COME, MY CHILDREN! ATTACK!"

"Wait...really? Really, writer? We're doing this? We're bringing these guys back? That's the best you got for the climax?" the narrator aske-HEY!

It...is...OVER!

Alright, so now that this chapter is done, I'm going to be taking ANOTHER long break to work on my other projects. I know you all love this story, but I'm just about as done with it as I can be. I won't be deleting it, but it'll take a LOT to get my inspiration back. Plus, there are other stories that I haven't finished that I want to continue writing for SOOOOOOO much more. So please be patient for the next chapter. Please.

Thank you for reading.

(Oh, and also...**** these Japanese names. Seriously, the only reason I'm still using them is because they were in the first four chapters and I want to stay consistent. I've learned better since then. Believe me. I'm NOT a weeaboo. I hate writing "Fuyuki-kun" as much as you hate reading it)