Chapter 1 - Red Army Meeting

Here at the Red Army's headquarters, they strongly believe in their motto-- "May glory run crimson through our veins."

With the leaders of the Red Army gathered, very important meetings take place.

Yes, extremely critical discussions are had...

Jonah: So in conclusion, we will expand the armory.

Jonah: So you approve, King Lancelot?

Lancelot: Yes, that is fine.

Kyle: Phew! The meeting's finally over! I'll be headin' back to the infirmary now.

Jonah: Wait, Kyle. We have to discuss one very important matter. And it pertains to you actually.

Kyle: Me?

Jonah: We've received complaints from the other soldiers.

Jonah: Please do something about Kyle being hungover all the time.

Kyle: Oh yeah? Ha ha ha! That's a hoot!

Zero: How many times have we brought this up already?

Edgar: You're quite the oddball, Kyle. Since it seems you get a kick out of being nagged about this over and over.

Zero: From the look on your face, Edgar, it seems like you get a kick out of nagging him about it too.

Zero: But I suppose anyone would get worked up when our one and only army doc is hungover.

Jonah: Actually, Zero, his hangovers aren't the problem

Jonah: They were complaining about how Kyle lies on the floor, blocking the entrance to the dining hall at breakfast.

Zero: ...Wow. There's no defending that.

Kyle: Hey! At least try to defend me, Zero!

Zero: Sorry. No sympathy for you here.

Jonah: Well, why are you always drinking anyway, Kyle?

Jonah: Alcohol can corrupt your life, so it's better if you quit sooner than later.

Kyle: You don't get it at all...

Zero: Oh?

Kyle: Drinking's my THING! Without it, it'd be like a summer with no summer vacation!

Kyle: It's like taking away strawberry mille-feuille from you, Jonah!

Jonah: Hmm... I would be a bit-- no. I'd be QUITE upset without strawberry mille-feuille.

Zero: Don't let him string you alone, Jonah.

Edgar: It'll be troublesome if you don't give this all a rest though.

Edgar: Remember the failed 'no-beer pact'? And before that, we tried monitoring your mouth for 24 hours. But in the end, nothing worked.

Lancelot: And so... it has come to this. I didn't want this to be our last resort, but there is no other way, I'm afraid

Jonah: King Lancelot, you can't be serious!

Lancelot: Kyle Hold out your hand.

Kyle: Okay. But don't torture me!

Zero: But, King Lancelot...

Lancelot: I think you've misunderstood.

Jonah & Zero: Huh?

Lancelot: Kyle. Let's make a pinky promise.

Kyle: Do what now?

Lancelot: This is the only option left.

Lancelot: Kyle, under this pinky promise, we shall pledge an oath between men! Understood?

Lancelot: Now sing along with me. Pinky, pinky bow-bell...

Zero: King Lancelot... is making a pinky promise...

Zero: And he's SINGING the song too...

Jonah: Look! Kyle isn't cracking a smile at all!

Kyle: I... pinky swear.

Edgar: Ha ha! Funny how easily people fold when they're faced with the unexpected.

Edgar: Now then, how many days until we have to bring this all up again?

Today at the Red Army's headquarters, a very important meeting took place.

Yes, an extremely critical discussion was had...

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Chapter 2 - Black Army Meeting

One day at the Black Army headquarters, a meeting was held outside in the courtyard.

Ray: Let me go over the agenda for this afternoon. Is everyone present?

Luka: Hmm? Sirius isn't here.

Fenrir: I just saw him in the garden watering flowers.

Seth: He's so cold to forget about us. We are so much cuter than those flowers!

Ray: How do you really feel, Seth?

Seth: I think that until Sirius comes we should do whatever we want and go crazy at practice!

Fenrir: Yeah! I wanna do that too!

Ray: You guys... Alright go ahead. But just until Sirius gets here, okay?

Luka: You look like you want to join, Ray.

Fenrir: Luka, aren't you joining us, too? Come on, let's have some fun!

Luka: No, thanks. Sirius would be disappointed if I did...

Luka: I'll be cheering you on instead.

Seth: I'm glad you won't try and stop us!

Fenrir: Rules: no weapons, okay to hit vital spots... How do we decide the winner?

Ray: Like always.

Fenrir: Alright! So whoever is the last man standing wins!

Seth: Hey wait! Why are you two the first to fight and not me?!

Ray: Don't sulk about it. Youll fight the winner, Seth.

Fenrir: My bad, Seth!

Luka: ...And now we're in the middle of the field.

Seth: I know I can't get in the way of their friendship but I feel left out...

Luka: Hey Seth, why don't we do commentary together?

Seth: Luka, what a fabulous idea! You're such a good boy. Can I hug you?

Luka: You already are...

Seth: Alright, on your marks, get ready, get set... and go!!

Luka: The match has started.

Ray: It's been a long time since we've done this, Fenrir!

Fenrir: Yeah, it reminds me of our childhood days.

Fenrir: I'll say this, Ray. I've been training everyday, and not just my arms, ya know!

Ray: I know.

Fenrir: I won't go easy on ya, buddy!

Ray: You shouldn't, partner.

Seth: And the death match of the Black Army is underway! Luka and I will be giving a play-by-play of this intense event!

Luka: I'll do my best.

Seth: In one corner we have the King of Spades, who has knocked down numerous opponents... Ray!

Seth: Versus the Ace of Spades, who is a strategic and battle hungry heir to a fortune... Fenrir.

Luka: That last part about Fenrir's family doesn't really matter--

Seth: Darling Luka, what's the highlight of the match? Who do you think will win? What will tonight's dessert be?!

Luka: Don't call me that. Anyway, tonight's dessert will be peach pie.

Seth: My favorite! I just love your homemade pies, Luka!

Seth: And Fenrir delivered the first punch!

Seth: That pushed back Ray, who stumbled into the flowerbeds, but ultimately it was ineffective!

Luka: Fenrir is very quick on his feet. And it's impressive that Ray is fast at avoiding him too.

Seth: That's it! Go for it! Show some guts and hit him right where it hurts!

Luka: Now the true Seth is revealed...

Seth: Oh my, I didn't say anything inappropriate, did I?

Sirius: You... Guys...

Seth & Luka: Oh no...

Ray & Fenrir: Damn...

Sirius: I look away for just a moment, and what kind of trouble do you guys get yourselves into?

Luka: Sirius, please stay calm.

Sirius: How can I be calm? Getting upset at rambunctious kids is what an adult should do!

Seth: Oh no, Sirius is so scary!

Sirius: It's your own fault guys, I even made a sign, and I told you

Sirius: Don't trample the flowers!

Ray & Fenrir: That's why you're upset?!

As the sound of Sirius's voice echoed in the courtyard, another peaceful (?) day went by at the Black Army headquarters.

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Chapter 3 - At Home in Wonderland

One day, in a small home in wonderland, the spring flowers had just blossomed.

From a tiny window, the scent of freshly baked cake wafted into the air. And... the sound of two people quarreling.

Oliver: You dumb rabbit, how many times do I have to tell you?! I do not think of carrot cake as a proper dessert!

Blanc: Hold on, Oliver. You can call me names as much as you want but--

Blanc: Don't insult the exquisite flavor of the innocent carrot cake.

Oliver: Whatever, it's just made of vegetables and I don't need to waste my oxygen trying to explain it to you.

Blanc: It's actually a root, not simply an ordinary vegetable.

Oliver: Who cares? Any unnecessary knowledge about plants I learned as a kid, I discarded.

Blanc: Well aren't you too cool for school, then? Anyway, why not just try one bite?

Blanc: This carrot cake is better than any I've ever made before! Come on, open your mouth--

Oliver: ...Hey, why are you feeding me?

Blanc: Oh it's just you're so small it seemed like the natural thing to do.

Oliver: I'm not at the age that I need to be spoonfed, you dimwit!

Blanc: Actually, you'd probably prefer to be fed by a lovely girl instead.

Oliver: That's not what I meant you promiscuous rabbit.

Blanc: How can you say such harsh things with that charming smile on your face, Oliver? But actually--

Blanc: Real rabbits are also looking for a mate year-round.

Oliver: A mate, hmm? I don't think that applies to you, Blanc.

Oliver: Even though I've known you for a while now, I've never seen you serious about a girl before.

Blanc: Really? That's odd. I'm always serious when it comes to women.

Oliver: You cannot possibly believe that flirting with every woman who looks at you is being serious, you carefree rabbit.

Blanc: And I have yet another nickname. Since you started living with me, you've given me countless nicknames.

Oliver: If it bothers you so much, why not give me one?

Blanc: Okay, how about tiny inventor?

Oliver: No way, you stupid old rabbit!

Blanc: Old?! I definitely do not approve of that.

Oliver: It doesn't matter, I can call you whatever I want!

Blanc: I am quite sensitive about my age though, Oliver--

Oliver: Yeah right, come here and I'll crush your glasses!

Blanc: Hey, wait don't take those!

Oliver: Don't make yourself taller, Blanc! I can't reach--

Blanc: Hehe, you're kind of cute when you try so hard to jump up like that.

Oliver: I thought I said to not make fun of my height! Even if I look like this I am over 5 feet tall, you know.

Blanc: You cannot include your hat height in that measurement!

Oliver: Hey! Give me my hat back!

Blanc: So the real reason you wear this twenty-four-seven isn't only because you like the style but it's also to make up for your height--

Oliver: ...And now I'm livid.

Blanc: Oh my! I can't believe you managed to take my glasses away.

Blanc: That was a very high jump. You could be an acrobat!

Oliver: Anyway, you started all of this by making carrot cake.

Blanc: Oh right, you should just try one bite--

Oliver: No way!

The two of them had lived together for quite some time and yet, these kinds of interactions happened constantly.

The scent of carrot cake flitted on the breeze which stirred the grass and the pink wildflowers.

This was a day in the life at a small home in wonderland.

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Chapter 4 - Practical Magic

Hidden deep within the forest was a beautiful cabin house.

And It was rumored that in the cabin lived two of Cradle's most curious characters--

One was a merchant called the 'Cheshire Cat' and the other, called the 'Joker', was a wanted man.

Loki: Say, Harr! Is it me or are the fish not biting today?

Harr: Just be patient. The trick to fishing is to have a still heart.

Loki: A still heart? What's that mean? That I'll die before I catch anything?

Harr: Just listen. It means to stay calm and focus.

Harr: The fish are a reflection of your spirit. If you're jittery and bouncing around--

Loki: Ohhhh! Look, Harr! I caught something!

Harr: Yeah... It seems you have.

Loki: Hm? What's this? It's just an empty candy bag!

Harr: Tough luck, Loki.

Loki: Hmph! Guess I'll have to bring it back and throw it away properly.

Loki: Wait-- what were we talking about? Oh yeah! I was asking you about this 'still heart' stuff!

Harr: Right. As I was saying, the fish are a reflection of your spirit. So when you are calm--

Loki: Ohhhh! Look, Harr! I caught something again! Yay me!

Harr: Hm, I guess you're on a roll then.

Loki: What's this? Just some old rubber boot? C'mon!

Loki: This isn't what I came for at all!

Harr: If you find the other boot and wear them, your new nickname might be 'Puss in Boots' you know.

Loki: Huh? You mean 'LOKI in Boots' right?

Loki: And when you tell a joke, could you at least show it in your face? Your mask is no excuse.

Loki: It wasn't even that good. I dunno whether to laugh or cry!

Harr: ...Sorry.

Loki: Well, I forgive ya! Your awkward side is what I love about you anyway. Besides, dealing with stiff folks is right up my alley.

Harr: Im... stiff?

Loki: Ohhhh!

Harr: What is it? Did you catch something else?

Loki: Nope! Not at all! I was just thinking that it's about time to eat-- my tummy is growling.

Harr: You've got a point. The sun will be setting soon.

Loki: Say, if we don't catch anything, that means we've got nothing to eat for dinner today, right?

Harr: Well, yeah...

Loki: That can't be good...

Loki: All right then! I'm done doing this the hard way.

Harr: What?

Loki: If we just use a liiiitle bit of magic...

Harr: Wait, Loki--

Loki: Hm? What is it, Harr?

Harr: Your magic is still too raw.

Harr: So... let me help you.

Loki: I wouldn't want it any other way!

Harr: Now focus... Here we go!

Loki: Okay!

Both: All right!

Loki: I think we caught some good fish here! They're looking mighty fresh!

Harr: Listen, Loki... We can't do that ever again. Today was an exception.

Harr: Magic isn't meant to be used impulsively. Do you understand?

Harr: And don't forget the balance of nature where-- Loki?

Loki: Hurry, Harr! We've gotta cook up a feast with all this fish!

Loki: Ooooh, I wonder what we should make! Broiled fish, fried fish-- and we can't miss out on baked fish--

Harr: Good grief. This kid is a handful.

Harr: And he will continue to be-- I could never be hard on you, Loki.

The bright blue sky soon faded into a rich crimson pink.

With his eyes to the dreamy-colored sky, Loki listened to Harr's footsteps fade in the distance.

Loki: I know for a fact that my magic is good enough on its own.

Loki: But... I'll keep it a secret for a little longer.

Loki: Especially if it means... we can keep living together. Just like this.

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Chapter 5 - Cradles Sleepy Mouse

The members of the Civic Center are all very bright and hard working.

Everyone is always busy except for one person--

And that person is--

Zero: Hey Mousse! You can't sleep here.

Mousse: Mm, cheese...

Zero: There's no cheese in a place like this. Wait-- Don't bite my arm!

Mousse: Ew, that's not tasty...

Mousse: ...Huh?

Zero: So you've finally awoken from your slumber.

Mousse: Morning. Zero, where's my cheese?

Zero: You just tried to eat my arm...

Mousse: Ah, my bad. So that's why it tasted weird.

Zero: You...

Jonah: You sure are lazy for a government diplomat.

Mousse: Ugh, you're so annoying.

Jonah: How dare you speak to the Queen of Hearts like that!

Zero: Jonah, you don't need to glare at him like that. And Mousse, please stop hiding behind me...

Jonah: Zero, don't be too lenient when it comes to this silly mouse.

Jonah: Even when he was in the Red Army he was snoozing and snoring anytime, anywhere.

Mousse: I was working hard.

Jonah: Is that what you'd call working hard?

Mousse: I was never asleep when I had a saber in my hand.

Jonah: Other than that you were always asleep right?

Mousse: That is incorrect. I was rejuvenating my energy.

Jonah: That's the same as sleeping!

Zero: Calm down, Jonah. You always end up getting upset when you're around Mousse.

Jonah: Well, that's because I hate stupid mice!

Mousse: Me too, cats are my worst enemy, but you're next.

Zero: Why don't you guys ever get along with each other?

Jonah: Isn't it obvious why we don't get along at all?

Zero: But didn't you both join the Red Army at the same time?

Mousse: That doesn't matter since I'm already retired.

Mousse: And there's no rule saying you have to get along with your colleague.

Zero: Well, that's true.

Jonah: Be honest with me, Zero,

Jonah: Didn't you ever think you wanted to stab that silly mouse in the back 100 or 200 times?

Zero: No, I have not...

Jonah: You don't have to hold back! He was your mentor at one point.

Jonah: He'd always skip lectures, and just sleep and sleep... I'm sure that was hard on you.

Zero: Actually Mousse was an excellent teacher.

Zero: He not only is very skilled in swordsmanship, he also was fair when giving orders to all of his students.

Jonah: ...You're too kind to others, Zero.

Mousse: That's because Zeros a good boy...

Mousse: Ahh, sleepy...

Zero: Hey don't fall asleep again!

Mousse: I'm always so sleepy

Mousse: Zero, if you say something funny, I might wake up.

Zero: Hmm, like a joke? Okay--

Zero: ...Mousse was eating chocolate mousse and saw a moose outside...

Jonah: ...

Mousse: Zzz...

Jonah: Are you sure you don't want to stab him, even just a little bit?

Zero: ...I might have changed my mind just now.

Mousse: Phew--

Zero: What is it?

Mousse: It's almost time for the meeting to begin.

Jonah: Hold on, you and I are supposed to be at that meeting too, Zero!

Zero: You're right, I'd almost forgotten why we'd come to the Civic Center.

Jonah: We shouldn't dawdle because of this dumb mouse! I'll never be able to face King Lancelot again if I'm late!

Zero: That would be unfortunate.

Mousse: I'll show you the way, Zero, so follow me.

Zero: Thanks.

Jonah: What about me?!

Mousse: If you can keep up, come along.

Jonah: ...How condescending!

Zero: Are you still feeling sleepy, Mousse?

Mousse: I'm better thanks to you. And I don't sleep when something important is happening.

Mousse: I want to work as a government official.

Zero: You are diligent when it comes to work duties.

Jonah: I still don't understand if you really have motivation for what you do or not...

At Cradle's Civic Center there's a sleepy but dedicated diplomat.

What could the drowsy mouse be dreaming of next?

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Chapter 6 - Twins in Cradle

Many customers have frequently visited the bar Oasis.

The barkeeper heard the door open and greeted his customer with a smile.

Who has visited the bar tonight?

Dum: Welcome, come on in!

Dean: Well hello there, Dum.

Dum: Oh, it's you... We're closed for the day.

Dean: I still see other customers here though?

Dum: Anyway, you don't drink so why are you here?

Dean: There isn't a rule that says you must drink when at a bar.

Dum: Well, no, but that's usually the only reason why people come here.

Dean: Perhaps that's true for others.

Dum: So are you going to tell me why you're here?

Dean: I came to complain.

Dum: The exit is over there in the corner.

Dean: I'll leave when I've finished what I came here to do.

Dum: Huh? Whoa, why are you talking scissors out of your jacket pocket?

Dean: I know it's sudden, but may I chop off all of your hair?

Dum: No! Why do you want to do that?!

Dean: It's already happened 620 times...

Dum: That you've been rejected by girls?

Dean: No, the number of times I've been mistaken for being your twin.

Dum: Uh, you've been keeping track?

Dean: It's just too awful to forget!

Dean: An exemplary teacher such as myself shouldn't be associated with a loser like you.

Dum: I think you meant a corrupt teacher.

Dum: I hear rumors about you here at this bar.

Dean: Oh? What kind of rumors?

Dum: That you're a cruel teacher who gives out final exams without any practice tests!

Dum: Your students say that every day is torture for them...

Dean: Hmm I'm surprised that's what it takes to be called a cruel teacher.

Dum: I don't think you should be surprised by that...

Dum: I'm sure you think it's all work and no play when it comes to studying, right?

Dean: I do enjoy seeing my students diligently working so hard.

Dum: I'd definitely skip class if it were me.

Dean: You couldn't because I would never allow it.

Dum: Whatever. You're so intense...

Dean: Don't you mean passionate about teaching?

Dean: Besides, you're the one who is more intense than me.

Dum: I'm surprised... How so?

Dean: A typical barkeeper does not treat every female customer as a princess.

Dum: Well, that's my own special policy, you see.

Dean: You should throw that policy out the window!

Dum: How rude... Everyone's just having fun anyway.

Dean: One girl is happy and another cries, yet you call that fun?

Dean: That's why you're called an 'Evil Prince'.

Dum: Even though I'm such a considerate guy?

Dean: How?

Dum: Well I suppose being called a prince isn't so bad.

Dum: Princes are special in the eyes of women, you know.

Dean: They'll soon realize your heart is not pure.

Dum: Oh and isn't your nickname 'Prince Charming'?

Dean: That's your fault, you know!

Dean: Even though we're not twins, everyone wants to compare us...

Dum: Yeah, they even call us the 'Twin Princes' recently...

Dean: That's horrible!

Dum: I think so too.

Dean: That is so similar between us anyway?

Dum: Right?

Dean: I mean, our faces kind of look alike, I suppose.

Dum: And our hair color matches.

Dean: But that's it!

Dum: Exactly, that's it!

Dean & Dum: We're not twins!

Dean & Dum: ...

Dean & Dum: Stop that!

Dean & Dum: ...

Dean & Dum: ...I'm done.

The voices of the two men faded into the noise of the bar atmosphere.

Will the Twin Princes' feud ever end?