Only Italians can cook pasta, so die… with love!

mostly this little devils send time safeguarding your files, with poison pastas and banana bombs. the pirate is just a decoy.

Once upon a time, Pirate Nero, Pastaio, and Meletta were discussing who their favorite celebrity martial artists were after having watched the latest UFC 83. Nero was the first to pipe out,
“Jackie Chan is the best.”
“NO WAY! Jet Li is the bees knees,” Pastaio blasted back, nearly tipping over her big bowl of pasta.
Both Nero and Pastaio turned to Meletta, her monkey quietly whispering into her ear.
“Well? What do you think, Meletta?” they both blurted out in unison.
Shyly and quietly, Maletta managed to say,
“Well… he’s not with us anymore, but I like Bruce Lee and I think he’d totally whip Jakie and Jet’s butt any day of the week,” Meletta’s monkey nodded as she gave her answer.
“You’re probably right,” Pastaio responded, looking out of the corner of her eye, watching Nero unsheath his sword in anger that he didn’t pick Bruce earlier.
“Yaaarrrr! She doesn’t even know anything about him” Nero shouted, slicing his sword through the air, “Why didn’t I…YARRR!…Why didn’t I think of Bruce!?” he added.
“Chiiiill, winston,” Pastaio replied, and points a spoonful of pasta at Nero, “Don’t get upset at her cause you didn’t think of it first.” Meletta’s monkey was mimicking Nero’s sword sparring with a banana.
“Whatever. What should we do now?” Nero said, sheathing his sword back into his belt and glaring at Maletta’s monkey.
“Lets go see Red Belt, I haven’t gotten all this martial art talk out of my system yet.” Pastaio proposed to her two friends.
“Yea!” Meletta answered gleefully, her monkey clapping his hands together. “I’ll buy the tickets you two buy snacks!” she added.
“Lets roll!” says Nero, grabbing his pirate hat, cocking it to the side, and walking out out the door in his best pimp walk.

They all arive at the theatre, eager and excited to see some martial arts (and how the Americans pulled it off). Meletta swipes her credit card at the machine, 3 tickets and a reciept pop out. Tickets in hand, she turns to her friends and says, “Cool. Tickets! You guys get snacks, I’ll get seats. Be there in 10.”
“Got it!” both Nero and Pastaio reply in unison.

10 minutes go by and Pastaio manages to find Meletta in the theatre, mid and center.
“Awesome seats! Where’s Nero?” Pastaio says to Meletta.
“No clue. He’s probably haggaling the popcorn vendor again.” Meletta answers, her monkey obviously pained by the response by sighing and rolling his eyes back.
The lights dim and the show begins.
“He’s gonna miss the movie again! Why does this always happen?” Pastaio whispers over to Meletta, who shrugs her shoulders.

The curtain closes and the lights brighten up again.
“That was pretty good, much better than Never Back Down,” Meletta says to Pastaio, her monkey acting out scenes from the movie.
“I agree. But where’s Nero? What a dork! He missed the whole show!” Pastaio replies.
The two friends leave the the theatre to find Nero outside, fighting off a group of popcorn vendors with his sword,
“Yarrr! Keep back! I just want to see the movie! Yaa! Yarr!” Nero shouts, thrusting his sword back and forth.
“Dude! WTF? Why couldn’t you get in?” Pastaio yells out in frustration.
“Yea! Pirate-Pimp! What gives?” Maletta pipes in, standing behind Pastaio, her monkey pumping his fists in the air.
“Yarrr! I’ll tell you! The movie was rated ARRRRR!!!”

Ok, let me analyze this picture real quick for everyone. It’s all symbolic.

For ease, we’ll name them 1, 2, and 3 (from left to right). Now 2 is stuck in a predicament. He has to choose between two sets of friends. Number 1 represents the good friend, yet is carrying a pineapple grenade. This can best be compared to your best friend who has recently started with a substance abuse problem and is trying to get you to join him. Now number 3 represents the evil friend who was always a bad influence. The one that was absolutely no good but yet takes good care of you, gives you the best advice in the world and will always have your back.
And God damn can he cook some good pasta….

Make your choice Young Pirate…

It all started in the spring of 1944. War was still going on, but in the midst of an age of war was another story. A story of three strangers who, in a flash, would once again become the closest of friends.

Our story begins in Hawaii. Everyone’s feelings were quite sympathetic towards the area of hawaii due to the attacks on pearl harbor. Though on the other end of hawaii, there was another disturbance that we have all yet to hear about. This disturbance was from a group of Pirates. They had come to attack a little village in hawaii. This village had alot of food and wealth.

The pirates captain was known as USB-lackbeard. The fiercest pirate of the time, in fact he was the only pirate of the time. He brought his fleet of pirates to the shores and quietly snuck into the village. In this village was a sleeping giant, and in fact he was not a giant at all. He was the villages samoan stealth ninja, Tu-Gig. He slept during the day, and remained wide awake at night protecting his village.

With one glance over the shoreline, and a quick throw of one of his many pineapple grenades, he single handedly took out the entire fleet of pirates, leaving only the captain. The captain immediately got into his row boat, and headed back to his ship.

The captain boarded his ship, and immediately hit the bottle. He approached his personal chef Uesa Bitallini, and they discussed how they should have stuck to law school, and that this pirate thing was not paying off. Then, all of a sudden, they heard someone board the ship. The looked out on the deck, but no one was their. They continued to hear footsteps, and the crackling of old ship boards on the deck…CRASH!!! The sound of broken glass resonated through the captains room, and it was followed by screams, as if a little girls camp out had been taken over by a pack of dogs. There in the midst of the captain and chef stood Tu-Gig. They all faced each other, as the moon reflected off the broken glass at their feet. Tu-Gig looked at the captain, and the chef with much suprise. “Uesa Bitallini! Blackbeard! ITS ME TU-GIG!” As he removed his pet monkey from his head, they finally remembered. It was their old buddy from law school. Three friends united again. One became a chef, the other a pirate, and one a stealth samoan warrior. The three friends sat around the table and ate homemade spaghetti. This was quite a day to remember, as the three harvard law students broke bread together and remembered the old days.

Pirates life went on and he returned to law school, and graduated top of the class. He continued to wear an eye patch to intimidate people in the courtroom. It only made his eye brow sweat. He later married a woman, and gave birth to their first baby. He would become the great Bob Sagget.

Chef and Tu-Gig, stayed in hawaii and opened up a chain of fusion restaurans combining italian and hawaiian delicacies. They were also the original creators of hawaiian pizza.

(story narrated by morgan freeman)

monkey boy, pirate, and chef are all actors in a new ‘johnny mnemonic’ movie starring me

Love is a drug I some times take but always abuse.

they are all watching THE HILLS in peace and harmony. outside no less.

—-As the Mimobots World Spins—-

The adventures of KittyBot Pasta, HiC’s Sailor and Nanna MonkeyBot continue…

KittyBot Pasta was steaming up the kitchen for yet another wicked meal for his guests that night. The usual Tokidoki Bots were there on that beautiful evening on Mimo Isle. But out of nowhere HiC’s Sailor and Nanna MonkeyBot showed up, unexpectedly. KittyBot Pasta knew they could not be trusted to hob-nob amongst the other civilized tokidoki’s.

KittyBot Pasta was worried knowing that something had to be done to prevent the imminent doom and destruction that HiC and Nanna would create.

O! What to do, what to do?!? Suddenly, in the hot, steamy kitchen a creaky sound was heard - Ah! ChefSkull to the scene!! This cool Kat makes his entrance ready to get some mean pasta whips ready for the 2 hoodlums!

At the same time out in the dining area, a shout, a roar and startled cries could be heard throughout the serene isle. R. PieRatt & BombsRPiney arrived amid smokey fire & brimstone. ChefSkull arrived on the scene just in the nick of time…

“What brings you 2 toki’s here? Your presence has my guests retching & I am eager to serve you yet again! Only this time - I promise! Down, down, down you’ll go! Never to return again!!”

“Eee, eee, ooo, ooo, aaa, aaa EEE!” cried BombsRPiney

“Rrr, rrr, arhh, arrhh, Arhh!!” yelled R.PieRatt

And before R.PieRatt could Rrr again, ChefSkull unleashed his lean, mean pasta whips, sending both the sailor and his monkey back to the high seas where they belonged where yet another adventure would eventually bring KittyBotPasta (ChefSkull), HiC’Sailor (R.PieRatt) and Nanna MonkeyBot (BombsR Piney) together again.

Stay tuned for another spinning episode of, The MimoBots….

A Tokidoki Adventure
One day on planet Blooh, Pirate Nero found an island named Devil’s Retreat, and he heard a rumor that this island contained a wormhole to the planet earth. However, he heard that this portal was protected by two ancient guardians. This did not scare him so he decided to venture to the cave on the island that cloaked the portal. as he was walkin through the forest, he was knocked down by a flying object. He got up really dizzy and saw a broken pineapple on the ground. He shrugged thinking that it fell off a tree. He continued further in, when BAM another one hit his butt and he fell flat on his face in a mud pit. He cleaned himself up and looked in the trees and saw a figure. the figure jumped down and said, “I am Maletta, what are you doing in my forest?” Pirate Nero replied “I am in search of the wormhole!” As soon as he said this Maletta pulled out a pineapple bomb and said “if you don’t give me a good reason as to why you are searching for the portal I will blow you up.” Pirate Nero then told Maletta his plan that he was in search of a place called Earth where he could find a human to feed him their technological energy from a thing called a computer and then he would be a genius! Pirate Nero then offered Maletta “if you don’t kill me you can come along and find a human that will do the same for you! Maletta thought it through and agreed to join in his journey. Maletta knew a quick way to the portal and with in minutes they were standing in front of a skull shaped cave.
They lit a torch and followed a winding path down into the center of the cave. When they reached the bottom of the cave, their was a pit with a green swirling light– they had found the wormhole! They began to run towards it when all of a sudden fiery forks flew to the ground like arrows blocking their path. A loud voice boomed behind them “How dare you try to exit my lair into my portal without even trying my newest pasta dish!?!” Out of the shadow came a devilish looking creature wearing a chef’s uniform, and holding o piping hot bowl of pasta. The chef was the first to speak saying “Hi, my name is Pastaio, and I have been down here for ages waiting for someone to try my pasta.” “It’s new he explained I call it ‘Devil’s Delight’, it has spicy sausage and meatballs with dare I say it angel hair pasta! If you guys try my pasta, I will let you go through my portal.” Maletta and Pirate Nero exchanged confused looks and agreed. As they ate they told Pastaio their plan and he decided he wanted to come along on their quest. After finishing their ‘Devil’s delight’ they jumped into the green portal… Minutes later, they shot out of the vortex only to find they had landed on Pirate Nero’s ship! They all thought how are we ever going to get tot Earth?
THE END

There is only one path to tokidoki wonderland-
1) You must bravely survive the journey on a mysterious ship fighting off evil razorblades under the command of Sir Pirate Nero.
2) Defeat the notorious Meletta of of Pineapple Bombville and bring back his pet monkey, alive, as proof of his defeat.
3) Dine in Hell and choose your dinner wisely for Chef Pastaio Nero is known for leaving deadly surprises in your meal.

If you are capable of completing these three tasks, you will be rewarded with 3 mimobots in the form of your defeated enemies!!! Let the games begin.

Mimobots looking for world domination.

Left bot is Doctor Monkey For A Head; with the intelligent of both a monkey and a human being and if things get too dangerous, he has a pineapple bomb strapped to his chest for self distruction.

Middle Bot is Captain Piracy; having a pitare hat that conceals a USB port, he’s able to hack any computer and destroy and/or rename anything you got.

Right Bot is Desolate Chef; he may look like a cook and his food delicious, but once you taste it for the first time, it’ll be your last.

An unstoppable evil with an unstoppable will. Frightening!

A jungle native with a monkey on his head, a pirate and a Italian chef walk into a bar…

There is a pig behind the bar serving drinks and the chef just stands there staring at him. Finally the pig gets annoyed and asks, “Haven’t you ever seen a pig serving drinks before?!” and the chef replies, “No, I just never thought the cow would sell the place.” They all get their drinks and sit down. A woman at the next table and sees the monkey. She excitedly asks the native fellow if his monkey bites. He says, “No.” She reaches up to pet the monkey and it nips her hand. “You said your monkey doesn’t bite!” The native turned to the woman and said, “That’s not my monkey!” and they all returned to their drinks. After a long stretch of libations, they all get up to leave and the pirate falls to the floor and passes out. The other two continue walking to the door. The pig bartender calls to them, “Hey you guys! You can’t leave this lyin’ there! The chef and the native turn back and reply, “That’s not a lion that’s a pirate.”

*cue the old timey player piano music and they all shuffle off stage right*

banana boyfriend
deliciously sucks the fruit
sweet explosions come

gps, laptops
wireless net and much more
a pirates sweet life

ketchup on noodles
why japan oh goodness why
must you ruin food

The lightning could be heard but not seen from the deck of the Pirate Urich “Salty” Baltimores (or USB for short) vessel. First mate Chimpy McLongtail spat out his last banana and let out a cackle that told Salty something was not right. Something mysterious and “Lost-esque” was going on here. His only hope was that it would not go on forever without giving anyone any clue of what was actually happening on the island i mean ship.

Meanwhile Bazza was down stairs cooking up some of the finest spaghetti known to man. “I don’t care what’s going on here, I cook no matter the circumstances” He said to himself as he pondered the reasoning behind why everyone insisted on calling Giseppi.

The waves crashed and the lightning danced in unison as if conversing with each other. “Boiy-yoy-yoy-yoing” The compass, attached to a spring, sprung out of the main console and directed its last directions.

“Holy data transfer” murmured Salty with squinting eyes. “We’re doomed”
Chimpy transported a flea from his back to his tongue.

“Like, dinner is served and that” announced Bazza with a proud look on his face.
Chimpy poured the bowl of past into the palm of his hand then into his mouth. He looked up to see Bazzas disgraced face.
Bazza turned to notice Salty had demolished the the pasta also.
“Don’t appreciate my fine cuisine hay.. We’ll see who has the last laugh” Bazza thought as of course he looked up to the night sky, cackled and lightning struck”

Salty and Chimpy became instantly groggy and both started singing Britney Spears Toxic.

“Spearsuccini” Bazza thought proudly. “Gets them every time”

With his shipmates out of the way Bazza was able to open his “Complete Idiots Guide To Pulling Off An Evil Master Plan & Certificate III In Sailing” and sail directly to Laptopdium.

Here he completed his goal of downloading 1GB of data directly into himself.
Some say the high made him float straight to heaven. Some say he invented frozen yoghurt. Some say there never was a “Bazza”.
Whatever your beliefs.. One thing remains true

“A guy like you
Should wear a warning
It’s dangerous
I’m fallin’

There’s no escape
I can’t wait
I need a hit
Baby, give me it
You’re dangerous
I’m lovin’ it

Too high
Can’t come down
Losing my head
Spinning ‘round and ‘round
Do you feel me now

With a taste of your lips
I’m on a ride
You’re toxic I’m slipping under
With a taste of a poison paradise
I’m addicted to you
Don’t you know that you’re toxic”

Emotions were running high when Pirate Nero slipped in to visit Pastaio and Meletta.
“Sandy’s gone platinum,” Meletta explained, “and we’re throwing a party to celebrate.”
“Aye, a sushi party!” Nero agreed. “Slicing and dicing those fishies; crisp, salty nori: yum!”
“No,” Pastaio interjected, “it should be a potluck. Home-cooked food that warms the belly. I’ve got this excellent pasta dish — ”
“A luau,” Meletta interrupted, “who doesn’t love a South Seas celebration?”
“Sushi!” Nero insisted.
“You don’t get to vote,” Meletta said, “because you never bring anything.”
“I bring a sharp mind and bright personality, to keep the party alive,” Nero retorted.
“Potluck!” Pastaio shouted.
“Luau!” Meletta yelled back.
“Potluck!” “Luau!”
Pastaio flung his pasta at Meletta, calling forth hellfire and brimstone, but Meletta drafted bushels of dangerous fruit into the fray. Thus erupted the infamous Food Fight of Tokidoki, a battle that rumbled through the valley and wasted much fine food before the combatants tired.
When the sulfurous haze finally cleared, the warriors were too exhausted to care anymore. Some one suggested a barbeque and so it was settled. Mozzarella insisted it be vegetarian and no one argues with a tommy gun.
So Pastaio worked the coals and Meletta provided portobello caps and eggplant. And Pirate Nero? Well, he brought his razor wit to keep the party alive.

1) Pirate Nero is on a voyage at sea, selling valuable concert tickets to other mimobots. His trusty LA bullet keeps him company in his pocket and aids him in battle with sea monsters, who want to stop him.

2) Meletta is a princess of the monkeys. She is forced to become queen one day, which she dislikes because being queen is boring. She loves pulling pranks at people such as throwing her pineapple gernade. Her monkey friends always bother her which causes her to always make an angry face but deep down, she is a nice girl (I think).

3) Pastaio is a novice who is trying to become one of the best chefs in the world. His spaghetti and pizzas are amazing but there is one flaw. All his food are extremely spicy which causes his customers to never return to his restaurant. He is currently trying to make a new recipe which will knock your socks off!

This is my story, about what happened to my friends and I, the day when our island sunk into the realm of dreams and almost disappeared from reality.

This is my story, written by me, Pirate Nero.

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It was like any other day on our island, with a bright blue azure sky, and the sun beaming at us from above.

Meletta, and her sometimes-too-clever-for-its-own-good monkey, whistled cheerfully as they made their way up to our favourite spot on the grassy hill.

Pastaio was soon to follow, still wearing that ridiculous chef’s hat with the little Italian flag on it. Not that I am one to talk, seeing as how I was wearing my pirate hat on such a balmy day.

“Something is not right,” I said, motioning for them to stand by my side.

“What is it, Pirate Nero?” Meletta asked, petting her monkey with tender affection.

“Partially close your eyes,” I told them.

“Why?” Pastaio replied.

“Just do it!” I shot back.

And they did.

And they saw it.

I was not the only one, then.

With our eyes partially closed, we saw…things…in the sky, in the sea, in the very grass of the hill itself…unexplainable things…ethereal creatures that seemed born of dreams and imagination, smiling, waving, winking, at the three of us.

“What the-?” Pastaio stammered in disbelief.

“You see it now, don’t you?” I said.

“Smiling, waving, winking things” Meletta chimed in, with her monkey howling in agreement.

“What are they?” Pastaio asked, scratching his head.

I smiled grimly. I alone knew the tale of this island, its secret.

“My uncle, Pirate Shake Spear, once told me the secret of this island,” I began. “This island that we all live on, it was created from the wishes of a dreamer, somewhere in the world. For some reason known only to him, the Lord of Dreams himself liked the dreams of this particular dreamer, and he built this island, out of a mixture of dream-stuff and reality. The Lord of Dreams placed this island in reality, rather than in the Dream World, for hope that one day, this favoured dreamer of his will come to this island, and see that dreams, can indeed come true.”

“Every 100 years, the island feels an urge, a pull if you will, back towards the Dream World. If no one is there to stop it, it will return to dreams, for The Lord of Dreams has matters elsewhere to take care of, and has thus left the guardianship of this island to its inhabitants.”

“So these things we’re seeing…this undeniably silly faces of creatures in the sea, skies and in the grass of the hills itself…” Meletta said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I nodded. “They are the dream-stuff from which this island was built, and now they feel that yearning to return to the Dream World, that urge that comes every 100 years.”

“Why,” Pastaio roared, “This cannot be, we must not allow this! Where shall Mimobots live if not on this island!”

I nodded. “These creatures that we see…we must make them want to stay in reality…it is the only way for our island to continue on in this reality.”

“And how do we do that?” Meletta asked, clutching her monkey tightly.

I smiled. “The tales say that three people must gather above this hill, ruled by the hand of Destiny itself, and we must hold our hands and believe….we must want to believe, that this island is real, that we live, breathe, eat, dream and are wholly of this reality.”

“We do not fight then?” Meletta said, clutching the pineapple grenade that seemed to have appeared out of thin air.

I shook my head. “No, we don’t.”

“Oh” she said, a hint of disappointment in her voice.

And so, the three of us stood there, and we held hands, and we believed in reality, that we, Mimobots, really did exist and that we enjoyed every single day of our lives on this island and that we were not merely figments and creations of someone else’s imagination. It was tough, and it was tiring, and during all that, I couldn’t help but think of a name…it was a name that just appeared in my head, but I had no idea who it was.

“Simone Legno,” a ghostly voice spoke in my head. “Simone Legno,” it repeated. Words seemed to trail off in the wind, barely audible beyond the sea’s soft susurrus.

I took my pirate head off, so that I could hear better, but the ghostly voice had stopped. Had I imagined it?

We took in the breath of the wind, and the beams of the sun, and we stood upon our hill.

Partially closing our eyes, we saw those incredibly cute ghostly faces…they were smiling and laughing and cheering now, and they faded softly into nothingness.

And our island remained.

Wiping the beads of sweat that had formed on my metallic head, I breathed a sigh of relief. It was over.

Meletta still looked grim and wary, as if she had expected more, but she seemed to know, just as I did, that it was all over. The monkey certainly did, for it was eating into a banana.

Pastaio looked nonplussed, with a dumb-founded look on his face.

“It’s over?” he asked hesitantly.

“It is,” I said, as I reached out to grab my pirate hat.

“Well, then,” Pastaio said, a devilish grin plastered on his cherubic face.

He reached out from behind him and produced a bowl of steaming pasta, complete with authentic bits of bacon, aubergine and zucchini in it.

“Who’s up for some pasta?”

THE END

That cute jungle gal
says quietly to herself,
“I’ll get that monkey.”

A devilish cook.
Trade your soul for some pasta?
It’s sinfully good.

Sailing the high sea,
a cut-throat pirate questing
for cutest treasure.

A Mimobot Poem
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Three good friends,
The best there could be
Set out on their journeys,
The world to see.

Meletta – she was
The adventurous type –
Went to the jungle
In the still of the night.

Under cover of stars
And crystal clear skies,
She set up her camp
And closed then her eyes.

When she awoke
She felt certain dread,
For now there sat
A monkey upon her head.

Try as she might
He would not dare scoot,
Now forever he sits
There eating his fruit.

Nero, the pirate,
He took to the seas
With a patch on his eye
And a desire to lead.

He sailed far and wide
And many treasures he found,
Each day was exciting
To new lands he was bound.

Soon he became
The pirate known best
As the bravest, the one
With the razor-tagged chest.

Pastaio, the chef,
Found the idea grand
To travel the world
And see other lands.

Everywhere that he went
He made sure that he cooked
Big platefuls of pasta
That everyone took.

The people, they loved him,
And the love he returned,
He opened a restaurant
That rave reviews earned.

Now he works hard
Every day, every night
And is most happy when
His friends come for a bite.

Meletta, a curious gal she was.
her adventurous life filled with buzz.
one day, a trip into the jungle deep
she treaded ahead and took a leap.
Bam! she whammed, into the ground.
and right then and there she found,
a little monkey, mischievous yet sweet,
a fateful day that these two meet.
Now Meletta, this curious gal
has finally found a true blue pal!

Did you know Pirate Nero? He was a great hero.
It all started on a sunny day, in the middle of May
he was out on the ship, just about ready for a dip
and then a sudden roar, sent boat up to soar.
the sky grew terribly dark, and there appeared a shark.
the shipmates and crew, all ran askew.
“What do we do?! What we do?!”
And then one mighty hero, yes Pirate Nero!
He frightened the shark with his great razor blade.
and the shark grew oh so terribly afraid.
he darted back into the sea, and everyone, filled with glee,
shouted out loud, “we’re so proud!
our great hero, dear Pirate Nero!”

In the infamous inferno, Pastaio wanted to be the best.
With his award winning pasta, never did he fret.
And one fateful day, something wonderful came his way.
A chance to reign supreme! His smile sure did gleam.
He showed his best pasta to the number one cook.
With terrible nervousness, he shook.
And one simple smile, made his heart pump miles.
The cook loved his work, and said with a smirk
“Hmph, who would have thought?
That this little guy would have what he’s got.
A number one pasta dish indeed, he’s definitely the one we need!”
And Pastaio was hired, never will he be fired.
Pastaio, the number chef!

Wow I don’t mean to sound snarky but I love how Pan took my poem and ran with it and pretty much copied what I submitted last night. That’s just wrong.

Hope it’s not too late!

Meletta’s regimen every morning is to tease his hair to jungle perfection and adorn it with leaves and the ever-so-popular monkey. Remember to always have a banana on hand unless you want a noogie! With that said and done, Meletta meets up with Pirate Nero, then ships out into the open sea.

Formerly a barber to the stars, Nero keeps the blade close to him while embarking on epic adventures on the open sea. He pillages and plunders with his miminions, acquiring bananas by the boat-load. After impairing his left eye to an incident involving erasers, Nero’s been known to take only right turns when traveling to his next victory. Together with Meletta, they fend off the Citrus Gang, bullies of the sea. Meletta carries with him a pineapple grenade to fend against his fruity enemies. Armed with that and a temper, fruit salad is never in short supply. After a hard day’s work at sea, it’s off to see the final member of the dynamic trio, Pastaio.

Pastaio’s rosy complexion and perma-perspiration is only testimony to the long hours in the kitchen, perfecting the art of spaghetti-ation. Sometimes he joins Pirate Nero and Meletta on the open sea, putting the galley cook to shame. His gourmet pasta is simply divine…or the contrary? Don’t say that the pasta is too hot though, unless you wish take out back with the chef. Trust me, the pasta won’t seem as hot anymore.

Meletta and Nero waltz into Pastaio’s café, where the trio enjoys a delectable dish of pasta. The three part their ways at the end of the night, only to meet up again tomorrow on their next endeavor.