The premise is absurd and the execution knows it: a mad scientist builds a giant robot, his granddaughters tell him to get bent, and the show spends two episodes watching him scramble to find anyone willing to pilot it. The creature designs hit different, and the lighting during fights has that specific 89 OVA crispness that makes every impact feel weighted. You're not here for character arcs, you're here for the creature-versus-robot spectacle, the deadpan refusal of teenage girls to save the world, and the visual craft that makes a premise this dumb feel genuinely fun to watch unfold.
Mad scientist Dr. Kishida has built ARIEL, a colossal combat robot designed to defend Earth from an alien invasion. There's just one problem: his granddaughters want nothing to do with piloting it. Between college entrance exams and actual teenage life, they'd rather not risk their necks fighting giant monsters from space. The situation gets worse for everyone involved. The invaders expected Earth to fold quickly, but instead they're bogged down in a grinding stalemate. Meanwhile, their own bureaucratic Accounting Department is breathing down their necks about mounting expenses. Neither side can afford to keep this war going indefinitely. What unfolds is a comedy of attrition where both the defenders and invaders scramble to find solutions nobody wants. Dr. Kishida desperately seeks pilots, the aliens grow increasingly frustrated, and the granddaughters just want their lives back. It's a two-episode romp that treats giant robot warfare as a logistical nightmare nobody signed up for, finding humor in the collision between cosmic stakes and everyday problems.