This fic has nothing at all to do with the DiC or Cloverway dub of Sailor Moon. It's based on the characters of the Japanese Bishoujo Senshi Sailormoon. Heather and I were just goofing around, and t inspired by the fact the idiot dubbers made the Sailor Soldiers, warriors of love and justice, into scouts. So here we have the Outer Senshi as girl scouts. Enjoy.
Haruka: Buy some cookies and support the Scouts..
Michiru: This is such a tacky color.
Hotaru: I'm itchy!
Haruka: I DON'T WANT TO BE WEARING A DRESS, DAMMIT! Why can't I just wear a boyscout uniform?
Michiru: Because you're female, dear.
Setsuna: Umm... This thing is too small for me. Have anything in extra extra extra extra extra tall so I don't look like something out of a hentai?
Hotaru: *pained look* I'm swimming in this thing..
Haruka: But I don't want to wear the damn skirt!
Michiru: Stop whining, dear, I'll make it worth your while later. *looks at her reflection* On the other hand, it clashes with my hair!!!
Setsuna: *under breath* EVERYTHING clashes with your hair.
Hotaru: Can I have some of the cookies?
Michiru: I heard that, Setsuna!!!!
Setsuna: *sweet smile*
Haruka: *pigs out on the cookies* *hands a box to Hotaru*
Passerby: *peers at Haruka* Aren't you a MALE racer? O.o;
Hotaru: *-* Thank you Haruka-papa!!! *gobbles cookies*
Michiru: *disapproving look* You're going to ruin your dinner, Hotaru-chan.
Hotaru: But they're my favorite!
Haruka: ^^;;; I have no idea what you're talking about, Miss.
Passerby: *pokes one of haruka's breasts* O.o;;;;;;
Michiru: *takes the cookies away* You can have them after dinner.
Michiru: WATCH IT!!! *slaps passerby*
Passerby: *eep* *scurries off*
Michiru: Teach them to touch my girlfriend's breasts...*grumbles*
Haruka: *beams* Have I mentioned recently that I love you, Michiru?
Passerby: *peeks out from behind a wall*
Hotaru: Why are you spying on us?
Passerby: *eep* *runs again*
Hotaru: *beams* I'm scary!!!
Michiru: Of course, honey. *pats hotaru's head*
Hotaru: ^___^
Haruka: What was that lady's problem, anyway?
Michiru: I don't know, but she's gone now. *growls* Mine. *grabs Haruka*
Setsuna: *is busy beating a man with her giant key for saying something about her skirt length*
Hotaru: o.o Mama.. scouts are supposed to be nice.. Can I help?
Man: oww ow ow ow ow ow ow
Setsuna: You should *whack* get out of the house *snap* more often *thump* and stop reading *kick* those dirty manga *whack* so you know how to treat a lady!!! *throttle*
Hotaru: *tugs on setsuna's skirt* Mama? Can I help? Please?
Setsuna: Be my guest.
Hotaru: YAY! *henshins and whacks the man with the can opener*
Man: a h h h h a a a a a a w w w w w o w w w o o o o w w w o w w w o o o o o o o o w w w w
Hotaru: hee hee hee hee hee
Michiru: o.o My, she's really turning a bit.. violent..
Setsuna: This is what we call "teaching perverts a lesson", Hotaru-chan.
Hotaru: *happily* It's fun!
Man: *painfully crawls away*
Hotaru: ****^^****
Haruka: And if some guy came up to you and started making ecchi comments, wouldn't you beat the crap out of him too?
Michiru: Ara.. I would think that you would beat them up before I had a chance to, Haruka. *arches eyebrow*
Haruka: I ment if I wasn't around. If I was, *swishes sword around*
Michiru: *giggles* As expected.
Haruka: *starts fencing an imaginary opponent*
Passerby: *gets stabbed* Auugh! *dies*
Michiru: Ara. o.o
Hotaru: o.O;;;
Haruka: Ehe. Oops. ^^;;;;
Setsuna: Isn't that the passerby that was bugging you before? *glowers at passersby and shakes her staff*
Haruka: *peers* so it is.
Michiru:... We have one assult and one murder on our hands...
Haruka: Meaning we better hightail it out of here?
Setsuna: Good idea.
Michiru: Everyone to the helicopter NOW!
Hotaru: *bounces off to the helicopter*
Setsuna: *shakes staff at people* Nothing to look at here! Go away!
Haruka: *gets the engine started* Hurry, guys!
Hotaru: *hops in*
Michiru: *waits for Haruka to help her in*
Haruka: *helps her in*
Michiru: *smile* Thank you. *sits down*
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Setsuna: *jumps in, still shaking her staff*
Haruka: *flies it back home*