Number: 37 Title: Project KERO: Dr. Nose Type: Fan fiction Parody ---------- Synopsis: ---------- Cardcaptor Sakura as James Bond (Dr. No) characters. Basically the movie w/ a CCS feel. ---------- Scenes: ---------- Maki Kimagami was going to make it happen. Maki Kimagami was the man with a plan. Maki Kimagami was going places. But if poor Maki Kimagami pissed his boss of one more time, the old bastard was going to feed him to the aligators. Literally. The sacchrine sweet and obscenely fake niceness in the boss' voice, Maki decided, would probably be his undoing. You couldn't help but bend to the man's will at times. The boss had a kind of overbearing charisma, like a scent so strong you could do nothing to ignore it. If people were defined by a scent, thought Maki, his boss would be a sweet smell so overpowering it would make you puke. "Maki, Maki, Maki... my dearest and most trusted asistant, Maki. How could you do this to me?" Play dumb? No, too obvious, and the boss would probably pause the interrogation to torture him for a bit. Try to pretend like he didn't do it? No, the boss would just give a little wave of his hand, and Mr. tall, dark and missing his two front teeth would pull the lever that held him suspended over the aligator lagoon by a half-inch thick rope. So, Maki did the best thing that came to mind, and kept his mouth shut. The boss paced back and forth across the ledge several feet in front of his helpless assistant, wearing an immaculate white suit and twisting his hands together as if he were a father nervously awaiting the doctor's news of his first-born child. The calculated length of his steps and the measured tones of his silky-smooth voice, however, were blunt enough to warn a brain-dead sea urchin that this was all just for show. The boss was really just plain pissed off. He wasn't worried, because egomaniacal wanna-be world dominator's simply don't get worried. No, he was just concerned. Concerned that his trusted assistant, the reliable and helpful Maki Kimagami, had ratted him out to KERO. KERO. The boss let word roll off his mental lips, letting the imaginary sounds tickle his brain as he contemplated how long to torture Maki before finishing the poor fool off. If Maki had indeed talked to KERO, then his plans would be difficult to salvage. Not lost, no. It would take more than a tiny, underfunded organization created to stop magical mischief to stop him, and that... was good. Maki, on the other hand. "Maki..." Maki, he deserved to be tortured, then killed. The boss enjoyed these kinds of things. It was hell on his cleaning bill, what with his love of light colored clothing, but sometimes it was just worth it. "Maki, you're going to get a little wet in the next few minutes..." ------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Fade to black and cue the steel guitar in a familiar tune.] Insanity Productions Presents... [A rectangle of color forms slowly on the black background, enlarging from a pinprick to a tall rectangle in the center of the screen.] Something that should have never been written in the first place... [Through the rectangle, we see a young girl of about ten, wearing a school uniform with a vaugely sailor style to it. She's walking across the screen from right to left, apparently unaware of the viewer.] [There is the sound of whoshing air and the girl suddenly pulls out a glowing staff, seemingly from mid-air. She turns, winking at the camera, and slams the staff down like a sledgehammer. The image freezes as a burst of colored lighting criss-crossed the screen, and then swirls away to black. White letters fade in at the center of the screen:] Rick Spiff's Project KERO: Dr. Nose [The title stays in place for a second, then swirls away. A silhouette scene should follow this, but I can barely spell the darn thing. And don't get me started on coreographing to music when I don't have any. Just use your imagination please.] [And just incase anyone's wondering, the girl with the staff is none other than the story's hero, Sakura Kinomoto.] -------------------------------------------------------------------------