v1 07 Mar 2007 01:19 pm
We are Turtles 3
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Using every trick and ruse we could think of, we managed to gather all of the metallic objects from school. This time though, even though our opponent (radar) was still the same, we had a significant change in plan from the challenge in “We are the Wind.” Needless to say, it’s because we were walking and “there was no way to go over the speed limit.” Therefore our goal was to stop the “radar detection itself” and you can say that this also made the experiment much more malicious. Though, of course, we had no malicious intent whatsoever and our minds were just filled with excitement from the expectation of what was going to happen.
It’s great to be young!(?)
Because of our failure last time with the bikes, as well as the fact that it was way after school, we had significantly less people than the 20 who participated last time. Even then, the sight of uniformed male high schoolers (minus one with helmet and armor) milling around, was much akin to rollie pollie bugs that scamper away when you pick up a large garden rock. If we had even one girl in our group, the beauty of our youth would have been multiplied, but of course there weren’t any girls who would participate in this kind of wickedness.
All right, for the readers who have gotten this far but don’t understand the meaning of our true strategy yet, I will now explain it to you. Please come a little closer.
The reason why we brought metallic objects was to reflect the radar waves. Of course, the radar wasn’t there to measure us, so the basic plan was to “obstruct.”
Basically, when a car came, the police exposed it to the radar. At that time, we slowly walk in front of the radar, stopping if possible, to give a performance or two. Our plan was that because we were not even breaking the speed limit, and on top of that, we were good pedestrians (were we?), so there was no reason for them to catch us. The people who had already gone past would run the back roads and get in front of the radar again. We were going to do this exercise indefinitely.
Since we had less people this time, we decided to go with 2 guys per a group. At the front were the cymbals and trombone. About 10 meters behind them were the helmet/armor and chain mail (a guy who wrapped chains around his body). Behind them were my sousaphone and metal pan boy. No matter how you looked at us, we were a virtuous musical parade (right?).
The first two slowly walked and stopped a little before the radar. At that time, a car appeared from behind us. There was a 30 km/h speed limit there, but most drivers don’t drive at such a slow speed. Therefore, if this guy didn’t get caught, we’ve hit the mark. Using the ultra low sound of the sousaphone, I signaled the coming of the car.
Buoo—-n♪
After confirming this, the front cymbal guys rushed to the front of the radar.
It was the moment of anticipation.
But
*CRAAASH*
The cymbal guy crashed his cymbals together and dramatically spread them in front of the radar. He almost looked a like a Martian from Planet Bandel.
“Ah… That idiot…!”
Regardless of whether it caught the radar, it’s very suspicious for anyone to suddenly crash cymbals together on the side of the road.
Who’s the guy that let him hold the cymbals?
How about the car?
It wasn’t caught. The cymbals apparently do block radar waves, that or the car was under the limit…
Of course all of that doesn’t matter any more. Because he crashed the cymbals together and spread them apart right in front of the waiting policemen, our objective was obvious. The parade was over.
“You idiot! Come back!”
We quietly tried to tell the front cymbal group to come back, but of course, they couldn’t hear us. It couldn’t be helped; it was sousaphone time again. Throughout the town rang the low tone of the sousaphone. That was also fairly suspicious, but it was our only hope.
♪Buo, Buo, Buoooh
They finally heard us and we motioned for them to come back.
We had to put an emergency stop to the plan because of one idiot. The cymbal group rushed back in a hurry…
But behind them, we could see one person running towards us at full speed.
It was Chuzai-san.
Oh, CRAP.
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