Nobita woke up squinting at the sun poking through his room’s flimsy shades, like the light was out to get him already. Place was a disaster as usual—action figures everywhere like they’d fought a war, papers balled up from last night’s homework dodge. But there, curled up on the rug like a deflated beach ball, was that blue furball from yesterday, snoring away with little puffs. Part of him still figured the whole time-jump cat thing was some wild hallucination from bad takoyaki, but nah—Doraemon was legit, earless head and all, bell catching the rays like a shiny penny.
Kid gave him a nudge with his big toe. “Yo, blue dude. Still kicking? Or was that Paris beach just me dreaming off too much soda?” Doraemon grumbled, stretching his mouth into a yawn that could’ve gulped a soccer ball, whiskers twitching. “Lemme crash five more, Nobita. Crossing eras hits like a truck.” Then bam—he bolted up, pawing at his snout. “Hold up, it’s round two! No loafing—Sewashi’s got us on the clock to flip your luck from zero to hero.” Nobita just face-planted back into his pillow. “Yeah, right. Another day of Gian smashing my face in, Suneo snickering at my report card, and Mom on my back for being a klutz. Piece of cake.”
That got the cat’s grin firing, bell tinkling sharp as a wake-up call. “Forget that noise, champ. Time for the real showstopper.” He thumped his tummy, right where this odd, flat pouch sat flush like it was sewn in. “Meet the 4D pocket—pocket from another dimension, basically a black hole for awesome stuff that’ll turn your crap days around.” Nobita’s peepers went saucer-wide. “Get outta here. Like that lady with the carpet bag in the movie, but with lasers?” Doraemon snorted a laugh. “Spot on. Hang tight.” Fist-deep he went, arm vanishing to the shoulder, and hauled out… this hot-pink door, life-size and buzzing soft, same vibe as the one that zapped ’em to Hawaii yesterday.
Nobita barely breathed before Doraemon cranked the handle. “How ’bout French toast for kicks?” Hinges creaked, and bam—waft of buttery heaven from some patisserie, steam curling out. Nobita dove in face-first, flakes tumbling down his shirt, while Doraemon demolished a stack of those red-bean cakes he craved, lids drooping in pure heaven. “Beats replicated slop from my era. Shh on the baker.” They pigged out amid stares from aproned folks, giggles echoing off the walls, then zipped home right as Nobita’s internal alarm blared for class.
Cat had more up his sleeve, though. “Bonus round—live a little.” Another rummage, and presto: the Take-copter, this pint-sized whirlybird on a strap, bamboo blades gleaming. “Buckle up, yell ‘lift off’ in your head, and you’re airborne. Bye-bye, Newton.” Nobita snapped it on, flipped the toggle—vroom—and floated up, bonking the rafters like a pinball. “Whoa, I’m a bird! Suck it, gravity!” Out the pane they went, hugging eaves and chimneys, Nobita hollering wild while Doraemon tailed with his twin prop. City zipped by in a streak: schoolkids in uniforms, street carts sizzling skewers, rooftops a zip line for two.
Trouble? Nobita’s middle name. Lunch break hits, and he’s yapping to Big G (Gian, the tank) and Slick (Suneo, the show-off), all puffed up. “Feast your eyes—tomorrow’s buddy hooked me up with real wings!” Copter on, throttle down, and he’s barrel-rolling over the yard like a crop duster on caffeine. G’s mouth hung open, then clamped shut mean. “Cheater! Hand over the buzz-toy!” Suneo lunged, botched the dial—and whoops, up they soared, arms windmilling like broken fans. “Cut it out—it’s maxed!” G roared, smacking a limb. Suneo helicoptered straight into the koi pond, splash big enough to drench the headmaster’s toupee.
Mayhem everywhere—crowd whooping, grown-ups hollering—till Doraemon swooped low, props humming. “Rookies,” he grumbled, fishing a capture-web from his gut-sack to lasso ’em down easy. Thuds on the turf, soaked but breathing. Nobita touched earth last, red-faced. “My bad, fellas. Flashy toys got teeth, eh?” G massaged his noggin, but busted out a smirk for once. “Insane ride. Blue boy’s loaded.” Suneo hawked up lily pad. “Armistice—maybe demo the rest later?”
Evening slump-hit, Nobita leaned on Doraemon, prop limp in his grip. “Crashed it all, didn’t I? Total lost cause?” Cat tried a head-rub, stub-paw flopping useless. “Quit that. Lost causes are my jam. Toys light the fuse—you fan the flames.” Nobita’s mug lit up, stashing the copter. “Pact. Stars tomorrow?”
After? That drawer morphed from trash heap to stunt central. Doraemon’s pouch kept spitting gold, but the juice? That creeping vibe of backup, molding a whiner into a scrapper, glitch by glorious glitch. The trick-cat didn’t just dump gear; he pried loose a squirt’s grip on epic.
(Pulled this romp from Doraemon’s sophomore outing, that riot of the cat cracking open his future stash and sparking the sidekick spark.)
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