Hi everyone! This is my second Sgt. Frog fan fiction, and I haven't even finished the first one, yet! But this idea popped into my head and I couldn't resist writing. So here we go!

It was a normal day in the Hinata household, or at least for them. Natsumi was trying to get Keroro to do the chores of the day, Fuyuki was reading some occult magazine, and Giroro was baking sweet potatoes in the ground, etcetera.

And it stayed relatively normal until Fuyuki turned a certain page in his book. It read:

Half-Breeds; Is It Possible?

It contained a lot of information on whether it would be realistic to expect alien life forms and humans to be compatible. This interested Fuyuki, and set his brain in motion. What would happen…?

Fuyuki grabbed a sketchpad and started doodling.

Her throat itching from a shouting match with the stupid frog, Natsumi collapsed on the couch to watch TV. As she reached for the remote control, she heard a knock at the door. Sighing, she stood to answer it.

It was Momoka and Tamama, and Natsumi stood aside to let them in. Tamama went straight downstairs, and Momoka asked where Fuyuki was.

"In his room, I think," Natsumi said, and Momoka blushed madly before running up the stairs.

That girl is really strange, Natsumi thought to herself.

Fuyuki looked up from his drawing and noticed Momoka standing in the doorway.

"Oh, hey Momoka!" he said, putting down his colored pencil. The picture was done, anyway. Not to sound conceited or anything, but he was a really good artist.

"Oh, um, hi Fuyuki. Whatcha drawing?" she asked, rocking back and forth on her feet. It was Fuyuki's turn to blush slightly.

"Well, I was reading this book about the possibilities of half-breeds, and I was thinking what would a half-human half-Keronian look like? So I made some rough sketches of what I thought they would look like. I used the five frogs as Keronian references, and-uh-I used Natsumi as human reference. Don't tell her, okay? Something tells me she won't understand it's just scientific curiosity…" Fuyuki explained, his blush deepening. As Momoka walked over to look at the pictures, a voice emanated from the doorway.

"What won't I understand?" Natsumi asked. She'd been on her way to her room to listen to Mutsumi's radio show when she'd heard a snippet of their conversation.

"Um…" Fuyuki mumbled, and started laughing awkwardly. "Don't kill me, please?"