Paradise is Where... Ep11 Prt3

Episode 11:
Keroro Shotai: A Lost Episode! Displaced in Time!
Part 3:

“Neh….” Lupapa turned over in the bed and slowly opened her one good eye, and Dororo immediately lit up as he saw she’d awoken.

“L-Lupapa-dono! How… How are you feeling?” he asked quickly as she sat up.

“My whole face hurts…” she answered in a mumble, gripping onto the bandaged area. Dororo was silent… She didn’t know she’d lost her vision forever in that eye. “…Rokiki would’ve killed me….”

“Rokiki-dono still a good person, Lupapa-dono,” Dororo reassured her.

“I’m starting to think you think that about everyone,” Lupapa chuckled, and relaxed back on the bed.

“Eh….” Dororo looked about a bit, then reached behind his head and untied the mask he wore, dipping the cloth into a nearby water basin and then laying the wet cloth across her head. “Oriri-dono said to keep your fever down…”

“Thank you,” she said quietly, easing back and shutting her one uncovered eye.

Keroro watched this quietly through the cracked open door, and watched as Dororo pulled up his old mask from his neck to around his face.

“Keroro,” Giroro’s voice stunned Keroro back to reality, and the green Keronian jumped. “…I think we may have found what we were looking for.”



“Gero? It’s this big?” Keroro gulped as he looked up at the large piece of metal, about the size of a car engine.

“I said it was missing, I never said it was small, kuku!” Kururu chuckled from behind them.

“Where’s Dororo-san at?” Kirere asked Tamama quietly.

“He wouldn’t leave Lupapa Goucho,” Tamama answered, and Kirere nodded gravely.

“So where did you say you were from again?” Kodada asked as she stood beside Keroro in the backyard.

“Oh?! Urm… Out of town,” Keroro answered with a chuckle.

“I need that,” Kururu pointed to Chunini’s bracelet, and she nodded after a moment, removing it and passing it to him. Romama did the same with the one Kodada had made for him, and Kururu tossed these to Kirere, who went to work on the engine-like machine.

“Gero?” Keroro blinked as out from the back door walked out a female Keronian, a baby in her arms.

“Roke?” she returned with confusion as she laid eyes on Keroro.

“I got it!” Kirere chirped. “…Now we’ve gotta move it…”


“….Any time… You want to help….” Giroro grunted as he, Tamama, and Romama pulled along the heavy machine, while Kururu walked beside them.

“Kuku, I already did a lot of the work, now it’s time for you to start pulling your own weight.

“You’re almost there! Don’t worry!” Kirere chimed in.

“You’re sure it’s not a long way?” Romama’s sister looked up at the top of the hill, where the machine was being pulled along.

“It’s not that far, Oba-chan,” Keroro answered nonchalantly.

“What did you say?”

“Gero… T-That I better get going! It was nice meeting you!” Keroro called out, and quickly rushed away to join the group. The men had taken a rest on the top of the hill, and Keroro joined them, doubling over to catch his breath and then resting one hand on the missing part, and patting it lovingly.

It answered by sliding all of the way back down the hill, dragging Romama along with it.

“You idiot!” came the familiar growl from the bottom of the hill.

"S-Sorry, Ojiisama..." Keroro said quietly.



It was daybreak by the time they brought the missing piece back to their ship—Mahihi and Fujuju’s parents were still awaiting their arrival, standing outside of the ship. Fijiji immediately hopped off and began to prance about it, inspecting it.

“Hehe, I get it, you’re from the future!” she giggled, and the Keroro Platoon was dumbfounded by this statement, muchless her nonchalant attitude.

“I… You have to excuse her, she’s just not her best around children, and…” Oriri started, and Fijiji gave another giggle.

“Am I right?” she smiled hopefully, and this was met with unsure looks by the platoon. “Well, I hope I get to meet you all then, too!” she then whistled, and began to work on opening up the hatch.

“…Fujuju-san’s Mama really is a weird one,” Tamama muttered, and all nodded in agreement.



The ship was fixed, and Kodada was on board with Kirere, fixing the control panels, “So… If you’re from the future, do you know us?”

“Well…” Kirere answered, standing up after tightening a few bolts to a metal panel.

“Do you know if Romama-kun and I get married?’ Kodada asked excitedly, and Kirere grew only more nervous. Kodada’s smile fell, and she nodded, and went back to work. “…I understand. It’s a little more fun not knowing, isn’t it? But… Could you at least tell me if my Nee-chan will be okay?”

“She will,” Kirere said reassuringly, and Kodada grinned at this, and tossed the last of her tools in her bag. "And you will, too, Kodada-chan! You'll be a great pilot!"

"Pilot?" Kodada repeated. "I'm going to be a pilot?"

"Oops," Kirere gasped, and placed her hands over her mouth.

"That sounds like so much fun!" Kodada said with a grin, and then poked her head out of the window of the ship, “We’re done!” Kodada called out.

“Kuku, we seem to be well enough to fly, Teicho,” Kururu announced, looking over the stats on his ipod-like device.

“I… I guess this is goodbye, then,” Keroro answered as he looked around at the group had formed. Chunini stood beside Eriri, and both sets of parents stood there as well with the platoon.

“I’ll go get Dororo,” Giroro announced as he walked back into the house.

“Should we get souvenirs for everyone?” Kirere asked Keroro.

“I don’t think we want to mess up time anymore than we have, kukuku!” Kururu chuckled, and slunk into the ship, still chuckling.

“Don’t worry! If some of the theories about time are right, you were all supposed to be here all along, anyway!” Fijiji reassured them.

“That’s good,” Keroro sighed with relief.

“Or you collapsed time, but hey, we won’t be here to see that, so what’s it matter?!” she added with a chuckle. Oriri gave a groan and put a hand to his face. “OH! I know!” she reached beneath her hat and removed a photograph, handing it to Kirere. “Don’t give it to him until his birthday, okay? It’ll be more fun that way!~”

“O-Okay,” Kirere blinked, taking the family photograph from Fijiji.

“…Looks like they have that fire out finally,” Gohaha said as he looked over his shoulder at the small puffs of gray that lined the sky.

“They… They said they were looking for a scientist, that one of them started it,,” Gohaha’s wife said in a whisper. With the tone she used, and the way she looked at Fujuju’s parents, he understood what this meant, and he nodded.

Meanwhile, Giroro had finally finished his walk up the stairs, and knocked on the door of the room Lupapa and Dororo were in. Lupapa had fallen asleep, and Dororo sat cross-legged on the floor, “We’re ready,” Giroro announced.
Dororo stood, and looked down at Lupapa one more time. She’d tied the black cloth he’d given her over her damaged eye, and slept only out of pure exhaustion. He nodded, and was gone from the room quietly.



The entire platoon boarded, and waved out from the large panel window, back down at the other Keronians.

“Bye, Kodada-chan, Romama-chan!” called out Kirere from the lone open panel.

“Take care!” Eriri shouted out.

“We’ll have those drinks another time!” Chunini called out to Giroro.

“Mahihi-dono’s family! Fujuju-dono’s family! Byeeeeee, Ojiisama!” Keroro called out.

Romama stopped his waving immediately at the words “Ojiisama”, and he went pale.

“R-Romama-kun?” Kodada squeaked.

“Well, that was a fun adventure!” Keroro stretched and sat back in his seat.

“Idiot! We all almost got killed! I ended up defending that demon woman!” Giroro snapped. “Nothing was right about this!”

“Do you think they’ll remember us?” Kirere asked as she looked out the window.

“Kuku, from the looks of it, no…” Kururu chuckled, and all drew their attention to the front of the ship.

The Time Bender did not look pleased to see them. As she narrowed her eyes, the corner of her mask cracked a bit, and she tightened her grip on her staff, “….She doesn’t look happy, gero…” Keroro muttered as they passed her.

They weren’t out of her grasp, however. She took up her staff, and with a large, aggressive, swinging motion made a large cut, which cut open the blue sky and revealed a black, starry nothingness. Kururu tried to pull out of the hold, but it was no use—the controls had jammed up. They were stuck fighting futilely against the current, a fight that they lost.

There was a loud sucking noise, and then the rip closed up again, and they were gone.

And then she looked down at the Keron before her, and gave another motion of her staff, “….I cannot undo what you’ve all inflicted, but… I can pull out the memories of you doing so…. So much trouble from such a primitive race…” she mumbled, then grunted a bit. They had given her her first headache in a number of years.



“Ouch…” Lupapa grumbled as soon as she bolted up in bed, and looked about, panicked. Something… Something was wrong…

“How are you feeling?” she looked to the doorway, and Rokiki stood there, leaning in the doorway. She only looked away and glared.

“Where are the police?” she asked quietly.

“On their way,” Rokiki answered. “I owe you my life,” she turned her head at this. “…You and I were the last two ones out of that building, so… I must have been you who saved me.”

“I wouldn’t do that,” she muttered, and looked away from him, “…I undid the bandages…. I can’t see anything.”

“I… I’m sorry,” Rokiki blinked, and took a step into the room. “…I’ll make sure they’ll go easy on you, Lupapa. I… I’m sure when your exact circumstances come to light, there will be leniency.”

“Why are you helping me like this?” she asked, glancing over to him.

“Because I may not remember what you did, but in my culture at least, we don’t take something like this lightly,” Rokiki answered.

“I suppose you are good underneath everything….”

“Hrm?”

“…It’s nothing… Just… Something someone told me,” she answered, placing a hand over her bandaged eye, and the black cloth that covered it.

“I’ll let you be,” Rokiki backed out of the room, knocking into a nightstand in the process and then muttering in embarrassment as he fixed it and then rushed out.

“Eh?” Mahihi blinked as he watched this exchange, and noted the look on Rokiki’s face. “…What’s up with you?”

“I… Nothing. It’s nothing,” Rokiki answered with a shake of the head. Mahihi poked his head into the room, and saw a similar blush on Lupapa’s face, then he jerked his head back out, gave a groan, and slapped his forehead.

Gohaha passed Mahihi and yawned, patting his son on the shoulder, “Let your mother know I’m taking a nap… Eh? What’s wrong with you?”

“More like what’s wrong with the world,” Mahihi muttered as he shook his head and walked down to his room, shivering once more at what he had just seen. “…It’s like this place went upside down overnight!”



“So you don’t know either, huh?” Oriri rubbed his aching head, and Fijiji smiled knowingly.

“I told you! We went to a barbecue! An all night one!” she chirped, although from her tone, it sounded as though she knew better. She hopped into the doorway, but stopped immediately as she saw a black cloaked figure slunk on the doorstep. The Keronian’s body was covered in soot and ash, and his mask was grayed from the smoke.

“…Looks like he decided to come home finally, poor boy,” Oriri muttered as he knelt down and removed his mask. “…Look at how old you got....”
Fijiji knelt down, placed a hand on Fujuju’s face, and then embraced him, not paying any attention to the ash or soot.

“We’ll hide him,” Oriri said quickly, rushing to the door. “We’ll put your old symbol on him, say he’s my nephew. We’ll—”

“No,” Fijiji answered. “He… He was the reason for that fire, wasn’t he, Ori?”

“…Fijiji… I…”

“He needs help, like I got, Ori…” she broke away from him and wiped her eyes.

“You know… This means we might not have another chance,” Oriri said to her quietly.

“I know,” she answered, and looked to him with a sad smile. “He’ll be okay. I know it.”



“How is it you had the biggest night in your life and neither of us exactly remember it?” Eriri asked as she walked into her apartment, Chunini looking equally puzzled as she entered. Eriri gave a giggle and walked into her bedroom. “You must had harsh words for the old man!”

“Yeah,” Chunini answered in an unsure chuckle, taking a seat in the living room. “I… I just remember him looking really surprised…”

“That’s so unlike you, too!” Eriri added as she walked back out, and Chunini looked up at her unsurely, but Eriri only gave a pleasant smile as she took a seat beside her friend. “I’m proud of you, Chu-chan! That’s the sort of courage it takes to be one of the really special musicians out there! Plus your dad had it coming…”

“The old man’s not so bad, just isn’t good with change, I guess,” Chunini answered. “Eh? What’s this?”

“For you,” Eriri nodded, handing her a small, light item, wrapped in a white cloth. Chunini pulled back the cloth and gasped at the crest and symbol, matching Eriri’s own.

“…E-Eriri-san! You… You mean it?!” Chunini said excitedly as she looked at the items, and Eriri smirked, and patted Chunini atop the head.

“Yeah! You let that other you out a little more, and you’ll have everyone at your feet!” Eriri smiled and nudged Chunini playfully. “Maybe even me!”

Chunini laughed at this… Like Rokiki, Lupapa, and the rest who had witnessed the events of the previous day, the day had been a haze to her… But her father had finally stood down to her, and she had finally stood up for herself.

This was the beginning of a change in her.



“Maybe you accidently ate meat,” Kodada suggested.

“No… This is more of a dread feeling than anything else,” Romama answered, furrowed his brow, then yawned. “So did your sister really leave?”

“I… I think so…. I don’t remember a whole lot about it,” Kodada watched as two police vehicles zoomed by, and then went to staring back up the blue sky. She laid down on the grass next to him, and smiled as a few airships glided over them. “…You know, that could be fun!”

“Eh?” Romama turned his head and looked over to her curiously, and Kodada grinned.

“Flying a ship! Maybe I could even fly one for you someday, Romama-kun! Then we wouldn’t have to worry about you traveling!” she said happily.

“Fly? I thought the instructors made you nervous, Kodada-chan…”

“They do, but… It’d still be fun!” she exclaimed, and rolled over. “I’m going to try out for the military, and that’s that!”

She grinned cheerfully at him, and Romama couldn’t help but blush and look away nervously.

“We can even find our own planet!” Kodada added, sitting upright on the grass, her legs crossed. “Or maybe go to one that hasn’t been visited by anyone yet, and we could name it!”

“Yeah… That… Might be fun, huh?” Romama sat up as well and looked up toward the sky. Kodada slowly placed a hand over his, and the boy went bright red. Kodada gave a laugh and nudged him, and he fell right over, now out of his trance and also in good spirits as he attempted to push her back.



“…Finally, some peace and quiet,” Natsumi set her bowl for popcorn at her side and sat back, relaxed as the television played one of her favorite shows. “…And no Stupid Frog or Stupid Frog friends to talk during the show…”

She frowned as there was a knock on the door, and started to stand up to answer when Fuyuki rushed down the stairs, “Got it, Nee-chan!”

“Momoka? Chandi?” Natsumi frowned as the two girls walked in, then narrowed her eyes at Rokiki.

“Mora doesn’t trust me to walk home alone,” Chandi sighed. “He won’t bother anyone, I promise.”

“I’ll just sit here,” Rokiki answered, taking a seat beside Natsumi.

“Wha… I… Fuyuki!”

“Thanks, Nee-chan!” Fuyuki shouted, and was back upstairs with the rest of the occult club. Natsumi sighed in defeat, and Rokiki looked up at her a few moments.

“There’s a show on woodworking a few channels up,” Rokiki said, breaking the silence.

“Don’t tell me you want to watch that stuff!” Natsumi said with disgust, and Rokiki looked to her with a glare.

“It’s good to have skills… Take yourself, for instance. You think you’ll get anywhere on your looks?”

Natsumi was prepping to punch the dark red Keronian when there was a knock on the door.

“What now…?” she grumbled, standing and opening the door once more.

“Lupa-chan says she left something here, I’m just here to eat,” Chunini said cheerfully as she pointed to the purple Keronian.

“Well, you can’t—”

“Don’t worry, I will take care of the cooking,” Lee was already tying on an apron as she walked past Natsumi.

“W-Wait, I…”

“Roki-kun! Did you see they’re having that show about woodworking on?!” Chunini said excitedly as she hopped onto the couch next to Rokiki.

“Where… Where is everyone?” Lupapa asked, turning around to Natsumi curiously.

“Some place I’m sure I wish I was,” Natsumi sniffed, her shoulders slumped.

“Ah, Lupa-chan’s just here to see Doro-kun for a little while longer!”

“Don’t you “Lupa-chan” me you wench!” Lupapa snarled, and Rokiki had to hide his flushing a bit by looking away from them.

“…This can’t get any worse…” Natsumi groaned, but then it did, as Romama allowed himself in, and looked about curiously for Keroro.

“He’s not here… None of your were supposed to be…” Natsumi moaned quietly.

Natsumi was just about to shut the door when it burst open again, and she was tackled to the ground by several more Keronians, these ones all too familiar to her.

“N-Natsumi-dono!” Keroro wept, clinging onto her in an embrace, while Kirere did the same. “Ojiisama!” he cried out, now hugging onto an off-guard Romama.

“Nee-chan?!” Fuyuki rushed down the stairs, Chandi and Momoka following.

“…Fu…. Fuyuki-dono!” Keroro wept real tears now, and knocked down Fuyuki with an embrace.

“Momotchi!” Tamama gasped happily.

Natsumi eased herself up, with Kirere still clinging on firmly to her, “What… What happened to all of you? I thought you were supposed to be away!”

“There was a slight change in plans,” Giroro said as coolly as possible, although inside he wept happily at the sight of Natsumi.

“It was really weird, we went to Keron, but it was—” the platoon men were quick to quiet the girl, Tamama putting her in a headlock and Keroro placing both hands over her mouth.

“I… It was cultural appreciation day, Natsumi-dono!” Keroro said with a chuckle.

“Lupapa-dono,” Dororo walked past the group to her.

Lupapa looked at him in the strange outfit for a moment, and blinked, as if she were slowly remembering something. Rokiki sunk into his seat and turned up the volume on the TV. Chunini smiled widely at this scene.

“You should kiss her now, that’d be so cute!” Chunini said with a squeal. Lupapa removed one of the jade orbs from her hat, and threw it at Chunini. Chunini dodged out of the way, and Rokiki took it right to the side of the head.

“I can’t believe you used to play a boy!” Kirere shouted out loud, and Chunini’s smile fell, and her face went red. Lee faltered in the kitchen, dropping the colander from her hands.

“How did she….?” Romama started quietly.

“Y-You… You told her, you little monster!?” Chunini said through gritted teeth, pointing to Romama. “What else have you told your little girlfriend?!”

“We aren’t like that!” Romama shouted back.



“So you’ll keep it safe?” Kirere asked, and Giroro nodded, taking the photograph and placing it in his lock box. He then looked up at the tree in the back of the Hinata household—Dororo and Lupapa sat on a branch, looking out and not saying much to one another.

“Well, I’m off,” Chunini huffed as she walked out into the backyard, looked up at the same sight, and rolled her eyes. “I hope I wasn’t disturbing anything.”

“You weren’t!” Kirere said happily.

“What are you doing out here, Chunini?” Giroro asked, and she looked at him a bit haughtily.

“I can’t explain it, but I felt like I owed you a thank you for something,” Chunini said with a shrug, then yawned. “The traveling must be getting to me....” she murmured, and turned away from them.

“So I guess they didn’t remember us…” Kirere said quietly, a bit of disappointment in her voice.

“It’s for the best…” Giroro reassured her. The girl perked up suddenly, and smiled widely.

“We should find another worm hole next week! I want to see what it was like for you when you were younger!” she exclaimed.

“We… We really don’t need to get into that…” Giroro said, clearing his throat.

“What? Why not?” Kirere blinked. “Come on, tell me!”

“When you’re older,” he answered, returning to poking at the fire, and the girl replied with a small mutter. He only smirked at this, and patted her on the head.