
They want a hero.
Who are they?
It doesn’t matter who they are. They are somebody. What I wanna say is that I wanna be a hero.
He done it again. You said that before, right? Pooy, I’m tired of being told the same things all the time.
Morning… How loud are you talking such an early in the morning?
Pooy listen. We’d better be a super hero, shouldn’t we?
Do you know it’s still morning? What the pooy are you talking about?
Ppppp, it is no exaggeration to say that we were born to protect our master.
We love him. It is truly truly true.
Pooy. We might die of hunger if the master is gone.
Be the one who is loved by him. So we’re gonna change a super hero.
Now I ain’t got it yet. But I agree.
Well, okay.
First of all, I decided to be a squadron, The GP Rangers, consisted of five people + one speciality. I am GP Red. Mocha is GP Yellow. Coco is GP Pink.
Wow.
It’s like Fantastic 4.
Yeah. My special move is to enlarge my right hand and punch the enemy.

Pooy! Cool!!
The pink is good at rhythmic gymnastics. Her ability is to attack enemies using rhythmic gymnastics ribbon. Just like this.

Wow I like it!
Hey hey, how about me?
The yellow likes to eat hay.

What?
What?
To eat hay is my ability?
What’s wrong?
I can already do without you telling me.
What’s wrong?
Only I can’t feel a hero-like. I want something special.
All the previous yellow ones have been known to be gluttons. So they are known to eat a lot.
Oh my pooyish.
Now let’s get to work. It’s poophing time! Golden Poop!

Is that what the GP means?
How pooy, right?

Poooy.
Get pooying myself back. I’m pooying happy the way I am now.