Chapter 49:Serenafeld
<I don't know what I'm thinking but here it is>
In an apartment in one of the boroughs of Tokyo sat Serena Serenafeld, a standup comic and superhero on the side. The door swung open quickly and a black haired girl whose hair was all messed up ran into the room jumped onto the couch and out the window. Serenafeld sighed.
"She always does this," she said. A minute later the black haired figure appeared back in the doorway.
"Hey, Serena," she said.
"Rayemer, what is it today?" Serenafeld.
"Lucky charms.....Serena," Raymer said.
"What? The cereal?"
"No, I mean...charms...you know to make feel lucky."
"Oh...so...what about them?"
"I'm going to make them."
"You're going to make them. Rayemer, anyone who's ever met you is already unlucky."
"Shut up Meatball Head!" Rayemer yelled.
"What?"
"I didn't say anything."
They glanced at each other. In the door walked a tall brown haired girl in a trench coat.
"I gotta tell you..this is getting pretty annoying," she said.
"What is?" Serena asked.
"Okay...right...it's those Sailor Suits," Lita said.
"What about them?" Serena asked.
"Why do we wear them? That's what I want to know," Lita said.
"You know you've got something there...what is the deal?" Serena asked. "We're not sailors...and even if we were, we wouldn't wear dresses to work...so..why...do we wear the suits?"
"It's a conspiracy, Rickman was telling me about it," Rayemer said.
"Rickman? What does he know about it?" Lita asked.
"More than you every want to know...." Rayemer said shifting her eyes back and forth.
"I mean take those Americans...they wear anything to school...and there's us...what our culture become. This is going to have major repercussions in the future," Lita said.
"Like what?" Serena asked.
"Um....well....we're going to become dependent on the uniform distributers, that's what," Lita said.
"That's all part of it," Rayemer said. "You have already begun to put the pieces of the puzzle together."
"You two have got to be kidding," Serena said.
"Serena..please....this is important. The resistence needs every member it can find," Rayemer said.
"Resistance?" Serena asked.
"I am missing anything?" Darrien asked walking in.
"Not unless your part of the ever growing resistence movement to sailor suits," Serena said.
"We're a force to be reckoned with," Rayemer said.
"I heard about this great ramen noodle shop downtown..wanna try it," Darrien said.
"Sure...you two revolutionaries coming?" Serena muttered.
"Don't mock us. Lenin started this way," Lita said.
"Yes....and now he's dead," Serena said.
"That has no bearing on his success," Lita said.
"Yeah...we're building something no one's going to be able just to knock over. It'll stand for generations," Rayemer said.
"Let's go get some noodles," Serena said.
When they arrived at the noodle place, they found a long line waiting outside.
"Wow...this food must be good," Darrien said.
"Or the people are grossly misinformed," Serena said.
"Oh...it's hardly a matter of that," The person said and turned towards them.
"Hello Serena," he said.
"Hello Rickman," Serena spat.
"So...you want some.....ramen noodles do you? I assume you know the procedure then?" Rickman said deviously.
"What procedure?" Serena said.
"Oh....so you don't...well then you shall leave noodleless," Rickman said.
"Rickman! Tell us what to do!" Darrien said towering over him.
"Oh...well...maybe I should," Rickman said. "See this guys a bit nuts. They call him the Ramen Noodle Mussolini. When you walk in...you place the money on the counter, state your order, slap yourself in the face and then move to the side to collect your order. Got it?"
"That sounds a little weird," Serena said.
"Yeah," Darrien agreed.
"It's the price you must pay for the best ramen noodles in the city," Rickman
said.
The two were soon in the store about to place their order. Darrien readied himself. Serena was still not able to come to a decision. They soon got their first view of the Ramen Noodle Mussolini. He was a boy about their size, with dark hair, and eyes narrower than they have seen. Just guess who he is. That's right....he looks like GREG. HAH!
"NEXT!" he shouted. Darrien stepped forward, placed his money on the counter, ordered, and slapped himself in the face moving onto the cashier. The Ramen Noodle Mussolini went about setting up the food. Serena waited.
"NEXT!" he shouted. She stepped forward, tripped and fell forward, slamming into the counter.
"Hmm....you are a clutzy girl. You will have no Ramen Noodles today," he said.
"Hey! I just tripped," Serena said.
"Do not make me angrier or you will never have Ramen Noodles!"
"I'll get you for this," Serena said and stormed out.
"Serena, calm down," Darrien said.
"Oh no....this isn't good at all. I want noodles. What is the deal with him
anyway? I know..I'll call Rayemer's lawyer."
"So..this Ramen Noodle Mussolini...he's a Ramen Noodle seller correct?" Mikey Styles asked.
"Yes," Serena said.
"So he sells Ramen Noodles?"
"Yes."
"Hence the name Ramen Noodle Mussolini?"
"Yes."
"Well then....looks like we've got him," Mikey said.
"Really?"
"Well...yes....provided we win the case of course, but we will because we have the law behind us. You would not believe how many cases are brought against Ramen Noodle sellers like this every year. I'll tell you they are just out to get people, but...now...we'll get him."
"Uh...good."
"Call me back in a day or so and I'll tell you how we're doing."
"Okay."
Meanwhile at the Tokyo Board of Education building.
"Um..we'd like to see the Superintendent," Lita said.
"Why?" the secretary sitting at the desk said.
"Um...we'd like to ask him a question," Rayemer said.
"About what?" The secretary asked.
"The sailor suits," Rayemer said.
"The what?" the secretary asked.
"Well..you know..the uniforms all the schoolgirls wear," Rayemer asked.
"What could you possibly want to know about them?" The secretary asked.
"We want to know why they wear them," Lita said.
"I'm sorry, but the superintendent is much too busy to see someone about matters like that," the secretary said.
"I smell a cover up here," Rayemer said. "We're onto your little scheme....oh..yeah. We'll be back....you can't hide the truth from us," he said and stormed out.
Lita just kinda glanced at the secretary and then made a little thumbs up.
"She's..got.problems," he said and walked out.
"Maybe you should just give this up Serena. I mean..what can you really hope to accomplish?" Darrien asked.
"I'll tell you what? The ramen noodle sellers have bullied us around enough, especially young hungry girls like me. I won't stand for it!" Serena shouted.
"Um..but..it's only ramen noodles."
"And tommorow it may be donuts! It could spread!"
"Umm...maybe, but are you sure about this?"
"You bet I am!" Serena said. Darrien happened to notice something happening down below him.
"Looks like Lita and Rayemer were just pulled out of the back of a police car," he said.
"That's not suprising," Serena muttered.
Soon their was a commotion outside their door.
"You can't keep us down, it's a conbspiracy...you gotta investigate this I'm teling you," Rayemer was saying.
"I don't care anymore, just don't arrest me," Lita was muttering.
"See..they've already gotten to her, my trusted ally," Rayemer was saying.
"Sir....please...just stay away from the Prime Minister's house and we won't take you to jail," the lead police officer said and they left.
"Ehh....you're just pawns in their little game," Rayemer shouted back.
"What have you two been up to?" Darrien asked.
"We've been to nearly every important official in the city to try and convince them of the conspiracy, any guesses as to how well that worked?" Lita muttered.
"We've gotta start somewhere, I have to make plans," Rayemer said and walked into her room across the hall.
"Serena's got her own problems," Darrien said.
"We went to visit the Ramen Noodle Mussolini," Serena said angrilly.
"You didn't follow the procedure did you?" Lita said.
"Well..I was new at it," Serena whined.
"You gotta follow the rules, the man is a nuts about his noodles," Lita said.
"That's what I said," Darrien said. "Now she's suing him."
"Isn't that overeacting a bit?" Lita asked.
"Your the one who's been running around the city trying to convince everyone of a sailor suit conspiracy!" Serena shouted.
"Um...that's different," Lita said.
"How?" Serena asked.
Lita paused.
"Well...it might affect national security," he said.
"I think I'm going to go now," Darrien said and hurried out.
"Hmm..I think we've reached our lowest low ever," Lita said.
"Probably, but it's not good to measure these things," Serena said.
"Why not?"
"Because then you begin to see things purely on a high or low basis."
"Explain how?"
"Well...you begin to micro manage. It's like if you see things that way, you get dumped by a guy...right..well that's a low...and you remember that..and then..you get your paycheck...that's usually a high."
"Right...so?"
"Well what happens is that your life becomes a delicate balances of high and lows which becomes an obsession. It's been scientifically proven."
"Really?"
"Uh huh."
"Well..that's good to know."
A few days down the line was the infamous, Ramen Noodle Musolini trial.
Serena and Mikey Styles sat at the plantiff's table. Next to them was the Ramen Noodle Musolini and his lawyer, Stevie Carlin. The judge...could be only one person...that's.....right...Mr. Oksua. Hah!
"Mr. Styles will you begin your presentation," Oksua said.
"Yes your honor. You see this case is a landmark one in my view, and why is that...because..it represents the powerful Ramen Noodle salesmen encased in his ten by ten foot store....preying on the interests of his customers..."
And he went on tying the Ramen Noddle Musolini to all sorts of various crimes and conspiracies.
"Mr. Carlin?" Mr. Oksua asked.
"Your honor, my client is none of those words that my opponent said he was...except for foreign possibly.....but what can he do about that? Needless to say...my client is merely living the American dream...um...in Japan. But that being aside...let me just show you something..."
He pulled out a black glove.
"Put this on," he said to Musolini. The Ramen Noodle seller tried to get the glove on his hand, but couldn't.
"You see this...the glove doesn't fit! You must acquit!"
"Objection...that doesn't have anything to do with this case," Mikey said.
"Oh...doesn't it? I'm finished your honor," Stevie said and sat down.
"Hmm..that glove could be trouble," Mikey said.
"Why?" Serena asked.
"You'd need to have gone through law school for me to explain it."
"I think I picked the wrong lawyer," Serena muttered.
"Hey...you're kicking their butt Mikey," Rayemer said from the seat behind him.
A few hours later after the deliberations had been finished.
"I can make only one verdict in this case..due in part by the actions of both of the lawyers," Mr. Oksua. "You're all crazy...I'm sending the plantiff, defendent, their legal counsel, and all those witnesses directly to jail!"
"What?" Most of them said.
"Yeah..that's right...guards take them away!" Oksua said and several guards walked in and lead them off.
"Hey this isn't fair!" Serena whined.
"I'm....a very powerful person in my apartment," Rayemer, who had been a witness, was saying.
"Ehh...I could use the break," Lita, another witness, muttered.
"Serena...you and your dumb ideas," Darrien said.
"Hmm...that was a very annoying case," Oksua muttered as the group was dragged out.
"Yeah...I agree with you there..." the baliff said. The baliff who looked conspicously like. AMY!
"Well..what's the next case?" Oksua asked.
"Um..it says here it's the people vs. Patterson for grand theft Aircraft Carrier," Amy said.
"I see," Oksua muttered.
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CHAPTER 40:SCOUT TREK CHAPTER 41:THE S-FILES
CHAPTER 42:NEW EMPEREYEUM TANK COPS CHAPTER 43:SAILORTRON
CHAPTER 44:NEO GEO EVANGELIST CHAPTER 45:SHIELDS, DARRIEN SHIELDS
CHAPTER 46:SAILOR MOTOCROSS CHAPTER 47:RUROUNI MELVIN
CHAPTER 48:LABORPATS CHAPTER
49:SERENAFELD