Galaxy Angel (ギャラクシーエンジェル)

‐ Another coffee, please.

‐ And a chili dog for me.

Is that actually your seventh coffee?

‐ And how many chili dogs have you had?

‐ Forte,

exactly what do you think the real purpose

of the Galaxy Angel Brigade is?

‐ Nobody ever told us when we joined up

that we’d be picking up after everyone

and walking their dogs.

‐ Last time it was babysitting,

and before that it was cleaning the pig pen.

‐ Now we’re looking for a lost cat.

We better reassess our goals

or we’ll lose our focus completely.

‐ We sure have been unlucky lately.

‐ What?

You’re still not there yet?

I need to know you current position right away.

‐ Current position, the Galaxy Angel Brigade recreation area

in the cafeteria.

‐ Dimwit.

‐ Listen up everyone, we’ve got some work to do.

‐ Yes, sir.

Angel Brigade reporting.

‐ Forte Stollen.

‐ And Ranpha Franboise.

‐ Are deploying immediately.

‐ Resort‐style Angel Preparation.

‐ What was it again, this fancy cat’s name?

‐ Baron Fitzgerald III.

He likes sitting in the lap of beauty.

‐ So this cat likes sitting in the lap of beauty, huh?

‐ Milfeulle, can you come here, please?

‐ Yes, I’m coming right away.

Now, don’t you go anywhere, little Rollie.

‐ Why, why?

What’s taking so long?

What could possibly be the problem?

Haven’t we heard anything yet?

If we don’t find the Baron soon I’m in big trouble.

‐ Unfortunately we haven’t heard anything, sir.

‐ No, wait, crying won’t change anything.

I’ve got to think of something.

I’ve got to do something.

I know!

‐ A cat I see and a cat I’ll find.

Lead us to Baron Fitzgerald, please.

There!

Here, little kitty.

Got ya!

You’re ours!

We’ll that was an easy job, wasn’t it, Forte?

Huh?

‐ Maybe not, Ranpha.

Take a look around you.

Don’t ask me why, but you’re surrounded by cats.

‐ And which one is Baron Fitzgerald?

‐ Ha, easy mission, you say?

Well we can’t let a single one of these cats

get away from us.

‐ I hope you enjoy your drinks, guys.

Oh no!

Get down before you make a big mess.

‐ That’s okay.

Don’t worry about it.

I really like cats if you wanna know.

‐ Oh, is that right?

This is my cat, Rollie.

He likes to roll around in my lap

so I call him Rollie and‐‐

‐ So you’re saying this is your cat?

‐ Yes.

I was sitting on the bench the other day

and he suddenly jumped up right into my lap.

‐ What can you see?

‐ Cats all over the place, lots of them.

And another one.

Keep going, don’t stop now.

‐ Hey!

‐ Yes!

‐ Huh?

There you are.

‐ One more.

‐ Another one!

‐ Hey!

‐ Oh, Ranpha, we have to pick up the pace

or we’ll never get ahead.

‐ Yeah, that’s for sure.

Look!

‐ Stop, thief!

‐ Hey, I was going to win that contest anyway

so what’s the problem?

‐ Well, no matter who the winner is

we’ve still got an awful lot of work to do.

‐ Ah, yeah!

‐ Well, Ranpha, now we’re zookeepers.

‐ You’re right.

I’ll bet we’ve got, like, 40 of them.

Huh?

Oh, and hey, look, Forte, here’s another one.

‐ Rollie!

‐ Who are you?

‐ This is my cat.

I want my Rollie back.

‐ Rollie?

This one likes to curl up in my lap.

I wonder if he’s Baron Fitzgerald.

‐ No, he’s Rollie!

‐ You.

I’ll take you.

‐ Ow, you’re hurting me.

Ow, stop. ‐ Don’t pull so hard.

‐ It’s not your cat. ‐ Let go of him.

‐ I said it’s not your cat.

‐ Get down!

‐ Ah, damn.

Assassination attempt failed.

Let’s go to plan B.

‐ Roger.

‐ Hey, what’s your name?

‐ Milfeulle, and I’m 17.

Oh, and I really like to cook.

‐ I’m not asking that.

I want to know who that was shooting at you.

‐ Well, I don’t have any idea.

‐ Oh, Ranpha.

‐ Huh?

‐ What’s going on?

You haven’t been toying with some boy, have you?

You’ve got that look.

‐ Well,

maybe I should ask you the same question, Forte Stollen.