"According to my calculations, should be right over this ridge," said a male voice that sounded like Jason Stathom for some reason.
"Gosh it's such a beautiful day, Mr Sticks," Kentaro got to the top of a grassy hill and stretched. It was a beautiful sunny summer day, he looked out over the overgrown valley, an abandoned village ahead. Kentaro was a seven year old boy with a bowl cut and glasses.
The left side of Kentaro's body was orange and sponge-like, the left side of his head was sprouted with hundreds of filaments, each with a tiny eyestalk that moved independent of Kentaro's brown eye. The left side if his head still had hair, all the eyestalks sticking out. Mr Sticks had a toothy mouth below Kentato's ear.
"We don't have much time," said Mr. Sticks in his grim voice. "We have to get to the tape while the coast is clear."
"But if the coast is clear, can't we take a break? I'm hungry."
Kentaro walked to a piece of rubble and sat down. He started rooting around in his backpack.
"YOu don't understand, the fate of the galaxy is at stake here. Kentaro. Kentaro?"
Kentaro hummed and continued pulling things out of his bag, a thermos, extra socks, a half dozen action figures, comic books.
"Didn't you pack anything for the search?"
"What are you talking about I packed tons of stuff. Cookies!" Kentaro pulled out a cardboard box with bears all over it. "You want one? These are great!"
"Make it snappy," said Mr. Sticks.
While Kentaro stuffed his face Mr. Stick's 2000 eyes looked in all directions, wary.
"I think someone's coming," said Mr. Sticks. "Stop eating cookies! If we don't get that tape, the intergalactic army of doom's gonna destroy your whole planet. Don't you care?"
"Sure I care, I care a lot," said Kentaro, still eating cookies.
"THEN COME ON, kid. We don't have much time."
Kentaro looked at his Doraemon digital watch.
"It's only 10:15!"
"That's not what I mean! Get moving kid,"
"Sheesh, okay. You know if you had a cookie you'd probably feel better," Kentaro offered the box to Mr. Sticks again.
"Focus, kid. We need to get into that old TV station, and we need to find the room where they store the tapes. It's an old episode of Brave Star Warriors. Number 621. The tape is down there."
"Why did they hide the secret code on an old video tape again?"
"Wasn't my people's idea. Last time we trust earthlings again."
"But you trust me, right? Mr Sticks? We're friends right?"
"Uuuugh. Where's the entrance?"
"Over there!"
Kentaro smiled brightly, pointing to the front door of the old TV station. It was brown bricks, crumbling and overgrown with vines. They passed an "OSAKA TV" sign, rusting at the corners.
Meanwhile, Mr. Sticks' many eyes started to look around with increasing worry.
"I sense someone's approaching. We have to hurry, kid. Shouldn't have stopped to eat cookies."
Kentaro stopped again.
"What?!"
"The sign!"
Kentaro stood before a more recently installed sign, a laminated board on a pole. It read "AREA IS UNSAFE, DO NOT ENTER - 500,000 YEN FINE!"
"We can't go in there!"
"UUUUUGH," said Mr. Sticks. "Just go."
"I don't have that kind of money."
"Kid, the universe it at stake here."
"But what if we get in trouble?!"
Mr. Sticks starts to cuss under his breath,
Just then they hear rustling in the tall grass and vines growing in the old parking lot beside the building...