“Doh.”  Michelle’s reaction spoke for both of them.
     “Oh, I know!” Cheryl cried, brandishing a kitchen knife.  With two slashes, she crossed out all the ‘nots’ on the potatoes.  “Much better.”
     Her partner nodded in satisfaction.  “You know, we’d better get started.”
     “Yeah, I guess so…” Cheryl began toying with the potatoes, wondering if she should eat them or not.
     “You know,” Michelle wondered aloud, “wouldn’t it be cool if we could go inside the fanfic every now and then?  To make sure things are going smoothly?”
     Suddenly the two of them disappeared, the reappeared on the streets of Tokyo.  “Um…”
     “Well… oops.”
     Cheryl sighed.  “Oh well.  So what do we do now?”
     A short man with white robes rushed up to them.  “The Sacred Potatoes of Takeuchi-sama!  All mine, mine,MINE at last!!!”  He danced around in circles while the two authors sweatdropped.
     “Florence!  Anita!”  Suddenly a girl with honey-brown hain ran to the priest and grabbed the potatoes.  “Oh, you are so cute!”
     “Hey!  Those potatoes are MINE!  Takeuchi-sama gave them to me herself!”  Michelle and Cheryl sweatdropped even more at this.
     “They’re mine!  Gimme!  Gimme!”  The girl jumped frantically in the air as the priest held them above her reach.  Then, she began beating him with a hammer with a pink ribbon on it.
     Suddenly a black blur flew by and grabbed the potatoes.  “Luna…?”
     The girls frantically chased the cat, letting the nearly unconscious priest fall to the ground.
     “Florence!  Anita!  Azusa will save you!”
     “This might be trouble…” the two authors disappeared and reappeared in front of the fleeing cat, who had already polished off the potatoes.
     “Hey Luna, what’s up?”
     Luna shot them a dirty look.  “Can’t you see I’m busy here?”
     “Here…” Michelle began scribbling something in the air, and all of a sudden, there was a loud shriek from Azusa.
     “What have you done to her?” Cheryl demanded.
     “Charlotte!! There you are!” Azusa promptly forgot about Luna, who she had begun calling Elizabeth, and chased after P-chan.
     “Poor guy…” Cheryl mused.
     “Thanks,” Luna said, righting her sunglasses.  “Now what can I do for you two ladies?”
     “We’re writing a fanfic, and we were hoping to put Serena into it…”

     Serena stared at the paper blankly.  “Do you understand the contract, Serena?” Cheryl asked.
     “I don’t know….Sailor Moon?  I mean, it’s cool being like Sailor V, but fighting evil?  And by moonlight?  I need my beauty sleep, you know.”
     “Talk about it…” Cheryl murmured to her partner.
     The three initiated Plan B.
     “If you become Sailor Moon…you’ll become a true princess…” Michelle said.
     “Really?” Serena’s face lit up.
     “You’ll have a group of scouts who will be your friends and will give their lives to protect you…” Luna added.
     “Hmm…”
     “Plus,” Cheryl finished, “you’ll get a major hunk who’s really a prince for a boyfriend!”
     “Okay, I’m in!” Serena eagerly signed the paper, not noticing the three had their fingers crossed.  Michelle handed Luna another paper.
     “You too, Luna, you’re her agent.”  The authors grinned at each other as thing had fallen into place.  Of course, it could have been better if they could have had those potatoes for lunch, but…oh well…
     “Heeelp me~!!” suddenly a cry was heard, which disturbed the authors very much.
     “I feel disturbance in the fo- Michelle tried to continue, but Cheryl whacked her with a pencil.  “Come off of it, we ALL heard it!!”
     “Heard what?” Serena looked puzzled.
     “That annoying voice calling for help….who else but Molly has that kind of voice in this show, Serena?” Luna sighed.  “Come ON….she’s in trouble!!”
     “Molly?  Why didn’t you say so?”
     “I DID say so!!” Luna was extremely furious by now.
     “This is great! Now I’ll get to have a REAL friend who doesn’t whine to me, has a normal voice, and doesn’t fall in love with Negaverse generals!”
     “Hey!” Cheryl’s voice echoed, “Our contract, remember?”  A copy of the paper floated before Serena’s eyes.  It read;
I, Serena, agree to be Sailor Moon, in order to get a whole bunch of bribes that I hopefully won’t get.  I will be lazy, self-centered, and incredibly dense.  I will also  1) Fight evil for no apparent reason, 2) Do everything the authors say to do, 3) Never, EVER be right.  Signed, Serena.
    “Doh…”
    “Are you going to transform or not?” The other author demanded.
    “Oh, fine… Moon Prism-“ Then she paused.  “Hey, aren’t I supposed to get something to transform with?”
Luna scratched her head in thought.  “Oh yeah…” she said, and did a backflip.  Turning neatly in the air, she reached out with her mouth to catch a can of coke.  Everyone sweatdropped.  “Is that it?”  Then, fixing her sunglasses, Luna noticed the can.  “Ooops…”  Luna flipped 3 more times to pull out a shoe, a frog, and then finally a round shaped locket with a crescent moon on it.  “Here…you…go…” breathless, Luna handed it to Serena.  She tried wearing it, but the string was too small.  Then she had a GREAT idea.  “I know!! Why don’t I tie it on?”  Serena immediately bent down and tied it to her shoelaces.  “Much better.  Moon Prism-“ then she paused again.
    “What NOW?” Michelle was furious now.
    “Why is it ‘prism’ instead of ‘locket’ power?”
    The authors turned red with frustration, their battle-auras lighting up the room.  “Just…get…on…with…it,” they managed to say through clenched teeth.
    “Okay, okay!  Moon Prism Power…”
    Cheryl nudged Michelle as she watched Serena begin transform.  “I just remembered something about her first transformation…”
    Michelle paled as she realized the threat.  “Crappy transformation music!” The shouted in unison.
    “…make-UP!!” no sooner Serena had finished, the flashy lights and music flooded the room.
    “Aaaaaaah!! It’s too late!!” Cheryl cried, instantly lunging for the bed cover, soon followed by Michelle and Luna.
    “You guys…?” When they realized that the music was finally over, the three climbed out and faced Serena, who was on verge of tears.  “What’s wrong, Serena?” Michelle put a comforting hand on Serena’s shoulder.
    “YOU tell me what’s wrong!!” Serena pointed at the red ribbons around her foot, obviously upset at the fact that they didn’t stick to her.
    “Eh…” After a minute of sweatdropping, Michelle came to a realization- then she grabbed Luna, turned around and started whacking her partner furiously.  “I TOLD you not to use batteries from Serena’s locket!”
    “Hey, my walkman is much more important than that brat’s transformation!” Cheryl defended herself and got ready to dodge Luna (who was already unconscious), when the phone rang.
    “I’ll get it!” Serena sang as she ran toward the telephone, and being too lazy to pick up the receiver turned the speakerphone on.
    “Serena?  It’s Molly…”  the authors felt themselves ready to die at hearing the ever-annoying NA voice, but decided to listen for the fanfic’s sake.
    “What’s up, Molly?”
    “Well…” Serena could hear Molly twiddling the cord around her fingers as she spoke.  “Everything’s cool, really.  A guy in tuxedo came and just got me out of the mud and took me to the clinic too, so I just wanted to remind you that you don’t really have to come and rescue me.  Well, see you around, bye!”
    After the clicking tone of the phone, silence and sweatdrops filled the room for a second.  Nothing could be heard- oops- nothing BUT nothing was heard.  Anyway, deciding that they had had enough, the authors left the fic for the day, leaving Serena and Luna blinking behind them.

    “Okay, I’ve had enough.  I’m quitting!” finally back in Cheryl’s messy room, Michelle yelled in despair.  “I mean, how can someone be so ditzy that she screws up the first chapter, takes up my precious time toturing me, and gets her identity revealed even BEFORE she transforms?!!”
    “Ah… don’t blame it all on Serena, Michelle,” Cheryl said.  “Maybe Molly went to Hitoshi Doi’s page, or read the manga?”
    “Or maybe she got too smart when we started using her NA name.  I mean, she lives in Tokyo, and speaks English with New York accent!”
    “Hey, you mean that’s New York accent?”  puzzled, Cheryl scratched her head.  “I thought it was…”
    “Oh, who asked YOU?  I said it first, so it’s New York accent from now on, okay?”
    “Oh, fine.” Cheryl pouted.  “So…what are we going to do, now that Molly knows Serena’s secret?”
    “Beats me,” both the authors shrugged, as IT started beating them, whatever it was.
    “Oh, I got it!” Cheryl snapped her fingers. “Let’s use that flashy thing from MIB!!”
    “Are you kidding me?  Those things cost a fortune!!” Michelle retorted, pouting at her friend.  “Besides, I’ve got a better idea!”
    Michelle reached over the boundaries of the scene and grabbed Molly, and scanned her into the computer.
    “That’s a cool idea!” Cheryl complimented as she sat in front of the computer.  “Do I save her as Jpeg or Gif?  Maybe Bitmap?”
    “You DORK!! Of COURSE convert her into Microsoft Word Document!” pushing her friend off the seat, Michelle clicked furiously for her converting program to appear.  During this process, Michelle has noticed that Molly was taking up 120MB of her computer.  “I KNEW it!! TOLD you she got too smart with us using her NA name and all!”  Michelle then pressed ‘page down’ button until she got to the brain part of Molly.
    “Brain: ABCDEFG……Weird Accent…Annoying voice…” Cheryl read out loud as her partner deleted the texts.     “…Sailors……Sailor Moon=Serena…Contract.” Cheryl finished for the readers to hear (or read, whatever) as Michelle’s beautiful fingers (::Cheryl bends down and starts choking at this::)(::Sounds of Michelle beating up Cheryl can be heard::) came to a halt right after deleting ‘Sailor Moon=Serena”.  “Eh…Cheryl?”
    “What?”
    “Eh..hehehe… did you notice that the Sailor Moon information was second to the last knowledge on Molly’s head?”
“WHAT?!”  Panicked, Cheryl screamed out aloud. “But didn’t you delete all her memories before you got to that part, and unable the undo option?”
    “…yeah…and that’s the problem.” To confirm this tragedy, the two authors peered into the monitor.  ‘Brain: Contract.”
“Um…” sweatdrops appeared on both of them.  “Well, now, since she lost her memory about herself too, I guess we can use their Japanese names now?”
    “Yup,” Michelle was very happy at this good news.  “And about that other subject- ah, whatever.  I’ll just save her as she is.” She pressed Ctrl+S and checked her C drive space again.  “A-ha!  Much better.  Now she’s only taking up 100KB!”
    “Oh cool!! Maybe she can become our computer cyber pet, you know, just until the next episode,” Cheryl beamed.  “Can you e-mail her to me?”
    “Sure! What a great idea!” the two authors did a high-five and proceeded to send Molly to everyone they knew of.  While being uploaded with shrieking authors beside her, only one thought was on Molly- er, Naru-‘s head: "I should NEVER have signed the contract…"