If there were any holes in their acts, they were small and excusable, really. Especially since the act itself was completely unnecessary!
Them switching bodies had been a complete accident—a small explosion had gone off, but the Fourth Dimensional Gatcha had been too close and it had gotten set off as well—but they could have explained all that easily. Instead, when the others had rushed in to see what had happened (remembering that last time they’d be stuck with a baby Kururu for way too long), while Mutsumi had still been coughing Kururu had slipped into a perfectly smooth impression of him, waving off that nothing had happened, it had just been a little surprising!
“Seems like this could be fun, doesn’t it?” Kururu had explained himself after the rest had cleared out, back in his own tones and expressions and body language, and had followed it up with his own laughter, too. That had been pretty neat to see and hear, actually!
“Yeah, but you have to stay in here to fix the gatcha, right?” Mutsumi had pointed out.
“Come on, Kururu. You don’t wanna wait on that for a while?”
Mutsumi had blinked, then laughed. Then, after just a second, had shifted his laugh into Kururu’s! “Ahaha… Kuuu ku ku ku ku! When you put it that way, da ze…”
So maybe Mutsumi hadn’t been quite enough of a jerk, in the end, in ways that had been both accidental (Kururu was never as bad to him as he was to everyone else) and purposeful (Kururu had pulled him to the side in the end and snapped stop being nice to everyone, which had been so worth it). And maybe Kururu had exaggerated Mutsumi’s personality just a bit and also crossed the line at some moments from mischievous to kinda mean! (Not reading “Natchi’s” letter on his radio program had been pretty low… Poor girl!)
But nobody ever found out what happened, either. And that was pretty special.
Meanwhile, last week... (Keroro Gunso, Saburo Mutsumi & Kururu)
Them switching bodies had been a complete accident—a small explosion had gone off, but the Fourth Dimensional Gatcha had been too close and it had gotten set off as well—but they could have explained all that easily. Instead, when the others had rushed in to see what had happened (remembering that last time they’d be stuck with a baby Kururu for way too long), while Mutsumi had still been coughing Kururu had slipped into a perfectly smooth impression of him, waving off that nothing had happened, it had just been a little surprising!
“Seems like this could be fun, doesn’t it?” Kururu had explained himself after the rest had cleared out, back in his own tones and expressions and body language, and had followed it up with his own laughter, too. That had been pretty neat to see and hear, actually!
“Yeah, but you have to stay in here to fix the gatcha, right?” Mutsumi had pointed out.
“Come on, Kururu. You don’t wanna wait on that for a while?”
Mutsumi had blinked, then laughed. Then, after just a second, had shifted his laugh into Kururu’s! “Ahaha… Kuuu ku ku ku ku! When you put it that way, da ze…”
So maybe Mutsumi hadn’t been quite enough of a jerk, in the end, in ways that had been both accidental (Kururu was never as bad to him as he was to everyone else) and purposeful (Kururu had pulled him to the side in the end and snapped stop being nice to everyone, which had been so worth it). And maybe Kururu had exaggerated Mutsumi’s personality just a bit and also crossed the line at some moments from mischievous to kinda mean! (Not reading “Natchi’s” letter on his radio program had been pretty low… Poor girl!)
But nobody ever found out what happened, either. And that was pretty special.