We attempted to reach Kami's lookout by flying an airplane, but after previous debt problems after taking out Goku for lunch to interview him (but that is another story), we realized that we didn't have enough money to rent a plane. So we approached Vegeta and told him that his hair had a slight speckling of white flakes, or dandruff. His eyes squinted angrily and he clenched his white-gloved fist and punched us all the way to Kami's lookout. Problem solved.

Caressing our battered bodies, we dragged ourselves, clipboards and all, over to the entrance. After giving ourselves a few hours to be able to stand up, after all, it was night time, we decided that we were much too good for the door and broke in through a window. Unfortunately, we didn't go hrough the window to Mr. Popo's room, and ended up wandering around lost for hours. The interior decorating was quite superb, Mr. Popo has good taste.

At last, with sharp shards of borken glass from the shattered window, we broke down the door and began poking the sleeping dark lump. He screamed as we began asking him over and over again, "WHAT'S YOUR FIRST NAME!?" And so with each taunting sentance, his blank un-blinking eyes grew wider and wider. He struggled away from us and moved at incredible speed despite his vast bulk, wrapped in a bedsheet. The door slammed as Mr. Popo locked himself in the bathroom. All we could do was stare at the door, then ran at it screaming the question again. The door was hard and pointy. We stumbled backwards, and Mr. Popo's voice was heard from inside the bathroom. The faint mumbling was translated into the sound of a phone being dialed and, "911? HELP! POLICE!"

The next thing we knew, we heard chopper blades and the sound of a voice being carried out through a megaphone saying "Come out with your hands up, rapeist!" We cringed in horror, and jumped out Mr. Popo's bedroom window. Fortunately, we landed in a lake and survived the entire ordeal. From now on, we will make up a first name for Mr. Popo, and that name shall be "Lester".