Nobita, your late again!

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Nobita rushed around his room, frantically changing his clothes, while poor Doraemon looked on helplessly.

Who wouldn't feel that way?

Nobita, the perpetually late one, strikes again.

Like a rain of bullets, his mother's voice pelts him with words: "Nobita! Hurry up and get downstairs! You're going to be late for class again!!" Her voice echoes not only within the walls of Nobita's room but throughout the entire neighborhood.

"Coming!" Nobita shouts back, his eyes slightly teary.

"Move it, Nobita! If you're tardy, you'll end up standing in the hallway once more!"

Doraemon scurries to Nobita's side as he grabs his school bag. "I know, I know!"

However, glancing at the clock, it seems like reaching school on time might just be a fantasy.

Doraemon worries that Ken-chan might reconsider inviting them over if Nobita continues his tardiness streak.

Lost in these anxious thoughts, Doraemon nudges, "Hurry, Nobita! If Ken forms a bad opinion of you, you might lose a friend and our chance at the invitation!" (Of course, this is highly unlikely, but Doraemon is just unfamiliar with Ken and letting his imagination run wild.)

Nobita unconsciously nods, "I get it, I get it— huh? What did you say!?"

Nobita's hands inadvertently rest on Doraemon's round head.

"Why, oh why are you manhandling my head, Nobita?" Doraemon's face scrunches as Nobita's hands seem to massage it.

"I know Ken isn't like that, Doraemon!" Nobita snaps, irritated by Doraemon's words.

"And besides, don't you have a dokodemo door and other gadgets that can zap me to school instantly!?" Nobita reminds Doraemon, a hint of frustration in his voice.

"Ah? Nobita, you shouldn't rely too heavily on my gadgets!" Doraemon says, a mix of helplessness and reluctance, pulling away from Nobita's hands. He knows Nobita has a point, but he's unwilling to admit it. Plus, he doesn't want Nobita to become overly dependent on futuristic tools and gadgets.

Without fanfare, Doraemon produces his Dokodemo Door. It's a classic after all.

"Yay! No more late arrival for me!" Nobita exclaims, slipping on his shoes and discreetly opening the door.

With a gleeful grin, he steps through, even shutting his eyes, fully expecting to be instantly transported. Yet, instead of finding himself at school, he crashes into a wall.

"Ow!" Nobita rubs his head and opens his eyes, only to realize he's still in his room. "What's going on!? Why am I still here?"

Doraemon, witnessing the mishap, awkwardly smiles and checks the Dokodemo Door, discovering it's malfunctioning.

"My apologies, Nobita. Looks like the dokodemo door's acting up. I'll have to take it to the future for repairs." Doraemon admits, a touch awkwardly.

"Ugh... Why did it choose now to break?" Nobita groans, annoyed. "Since the dokodemo door's out, I guess the Take Copter will do!"

Doraemon nods rapidly and brings out the Take Copter. Nobita plops it onto his head and leaps out the window.

But panic ensues as he plummets instead of soaring. "Ah!"

Reacting swiftly, Doraemon grabs Nobita and helps him regain his footing.

"What's the deal!? Even the Take Copter's kaput?" Nobita demands, giving Doraemon a puzzled look.

"Um..." Doraemon squirms, admitting, "It seems so."

"Come on! I'm going to be seriously late! Just give me anything that works!" Nobita implores, his feet jittering in panic.

"Okay, okay." Doraemon nods, rapidly producing various gadgets. "Not this one? Or this? Nope, not this either." Doraemon desperately rummages through his futuristic treasures, and in no time, they pile up into a small mountain on Nobita's bedroom floor.

"Hurry up, Doraemon!" Nobita's legs twitch with impatience.

"I'm trying!" Doraemon sighs, matching Nobita's urgency.

Aha! This one!

Doraemon grins, confident he's found the right gadget for the job.

"Anywhere Cannon!" Doraemon whips out an impressively large cannon from his pocket.

"What in the world is this!?" Nobita's confusion deepens at the sight of the enormous weapon.

"Hehe, this will get you to school in a jiffy!" Doraemon grins mischievously.

"Wait, you're not suggesting I get inside that cannon, are you!?" Nobita's eyes widen, a mix of shock and fear.

"Come on, Nobita! Hop in! With this cannon, you'll get to school super fast!" Doraemon urges with a sly grin.

"You want me to actually climb into that cannon!?" Nobita's voice trembles. He might not be the smartest, but he has a strong suspicion that Doraemon plans to launch him into the stratosphere with it.

"Let's do this, Nobita! Get inside! This cannon will have you at school in no time!" Doraemon pushes Nobita gently toward the cannon, who reluctantly complies. After all, it's Doraemon we're talking about. Surely he wouldn't let anything terrible happen. Right?

Once inside, Doraemon activates the cannon and sets the school's location as the target.

"Brace yourself, Nobita-kun."

Nobita swallows hard as Doraemon's words echo in his ears. Doraemon presses a series of buttons, and before he can blink, he's soaring through the air.

Up through the open window and into the vast sky, Nobita soared, his voice carried away in a stream of unconscious tears.

"Why, oh why, Doraemon!!!"

With eyes tightly shut and vocal cords set on full blast, his lament echoed through the heavens. Then, as if guided by destiny, he whooshed right through his classroom window and gently settled into his seat.

"Ah!" Even as his cry persisted, Nobita's bewildered gaze met the familiar surroundings of his classroom. There he was, the center of attention, with the eyes of all his classmates locked onto him. A sigh of relief, unbidden, fluttered from Nobita as he confirmed the absence of the teacher. Yet, the unrelenting gaze of his peers pulled him back into reality, their curious eyes fueling his embarrassment.

"Um... G-good morning, everyone." A tentative greeting escaped Nobita's lips, his cheeks tinged with a rosy hue, all too aware of the spectacle he had unintentionally created.

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