Dun dun da dun! Have I MSTed my own fic? I'm not sure!
Disclaimer (PLEASE READ!): I own diddly squat. I went to ACen! I'm in a great mood! I'm completely insane! Cookies are good... Beware of character misrepresentation! Sugar highs abound! Pokemon fans, I plead that you don't kill me. I haven't seen many epsidodes, and I don't bother with their original names.
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Carrot Glace glomped onto the... uh... bosom of a young girl with her long, blonde hair done up in two odangos. (Guess who!)
"AIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!" she shrieked as she stamped him into the ground.
She walked away, her nose in the hair, wiping the dust off of her hands. "Stupid pervert..."
Now, that wouldn't stop our womanizing friend named after a bright orange candied vegetable, would it?
Audience: Of course not!
Abruptly, a TV flashed on, revealing a rather embarrassed Quatre Raberba Winner in front of a microphone. A hand, whose owner was not visible, jabbed him in the back. "Sing, or we blow up a colony!" a voice that sounded suspiciously like Lady Une hissed.
The polite blonde gulped down his nervousness and nodded. "And don't forget to dance!" the voice chuckled.
"Doko ka e ikitai Da kedo doko e ikeba ii no ka Wakaranai mama ni Kyou ga owatte iku yo ne," he began to sing, doing the only dance that squeezed into his humiliated and terrified mind at the time: go-go!
Some kind person turned off the television, relieving Quatre's dilemma in at least one place in the Universe.
That kind person was...
Audience: Jim Hawking!
STOP STEALING MY LINES!
"Poor guy," said the young blonde genius as he sipped his coffee.
-And then he spit it back out. "Gross! Who the hell made this shit?"
A familiar voice came from the kitchen: "You don't like it, Jim?"
Jim, along with everybody else at the table (Jim and Aisha), stood up and did the Ranma arm thing. "AIEEEEE!!!! It's Fred!" they screamed as they ran away.
Melfina and Suzuka walked through the door just as the others were leaving.
"I wonder what that was all about," Melfina commented as they entered their home.
Ranma Saotome ejected the Outlaw Star DVD.
"Those BASTARDS! They stole my arm thing!"
"Nihao, Ranma!" Shampoo cried as she flying-glomped him.
Unfortunately (for Shampoo, anyway), Ranma's head hit the TV and he was knocked into blissful unconsciousness.
Meanwhile, a slightly chubby girl with her hair done in short, brown odangos was eating at a cafe with a man dressed in Chinese clothing. That was not odd at all, considering they were on vacation to Nerima. She paused in her Rapid Food Consumption (RPC) to leer at a handsome young man with straight black hair and ice blue eyes walking away from an explosion. Whether he had caused it, or it was the fault of the electric yellow mouse she had heard of on the news (while flipping channels), she didn't bother learning.
A young boy, about eleven or so, with spiky black hair and brown eyes, ran over to them, panting. "Have you (huff) seen my Pikachu? (huff)"
A man with bright red hair, sitting at a table near them, replied "Pikachu? What the hell's that?"
"It's an electric yellow mouse."
"Sorry, haven't seen it," the man sitting with the slightly chubby young lady replied nonchalantly.