## That was so sad! Poor little chi! Let's return to more wholesome fiction, a more fun story that's sure to bring a smile and chuckle to the readers. Let's do a Vegas fic, woo baby! ##

Chi and Menchi walk down the street, enjoying the warmth of the burning new sunset.

"Tell me." begins Menchi, a little flustered, "What was your dad like?"

Chi smiles, lowering her head, "Very kind and loyal. In fact he was a police dog, and decorated by the city many times. Everyone loved him. It was a sad day when he died."

"Police dog?" Menchi considers this. "What.what breed was he?"

"Oh, a German Shepherd." She replies.

Menchi considers the size of one compared to her small body and passes out, falling into a pothole. Chi peers into the pothole. "She reminds me of Chibi-Hyatt, hmm.I wonder where she and that freak Cel are."

~@@@~

"I have so many things to do!" Shrieks Watanabe, running around the office, "Invitations, venue, caterers, security, music, attire.!"

Chibi-Hyatt quietly watches him run around, eyes spinning. She falls to her knees wheezing. The others sit at their desks finishing their paper work from the flood, cursing Watanabe for not having given any to do.

"God I hate him," grumbles Iwata, "And to think, just now he's actually getting paid for acting like an idiot!"

Fate is truly cruel. Says Sumiyoshi with a sigh.

A knock at the door. Matsuya opens it, allowing a Puchuu carrying a mailbag enter. It hands a red envelope to each of them.

Matsuya sniffs her's suspiciously and gasps, "This smells of blood!"

"Hey, these are white envelopes stained with blood," complains Iwata, "We haven't got time for stalkers, just look at this paper work we have already."

Watanabe opens his and reads, "You are cordially invited to the matrimony of Toru Watanabe and Hyatt Ayasugi. The ceremony and reception will be held at F'Ing Casino, to begin at 8:00pm. Have a Puchuu day." Watanabe punches the air joyously. "My wonderful sweetheart thinks of everything!"

Having accidentally punched the Puchuu in the process, it sticks to the ceiling, growling in ugly mode, "Ah, why you attack messenger boy?!"

~@@@~

Ilpalazzo reads over his invitation. "Hyatt is an inspiring employee of ACROSS, going to such a great length to create valuable new members. Unlike her senior.Oh, that reminds me.Excel!"

Moments pass, a cow lands in front of him, followed by Chibi-Cel. Ilpalazzo stares at it as it moos. "Why is there a cow in my presence?"

"Hail Daddy!" Yells Chibi-Cel, saluting.

"Hail Ilpalazzo!" Comes a muffling inside the cow.

Chibi-Cel kicks the side of the cow. It moos and snorts. "In an attempt to discover what manga Daddy would like, Cel-Chan and her scraggy subordinate Excel went to the ends of the earth to research! Our travels took us everywhere her frequent flyers miles would allow! Which turned out to only be Beijing! There we infiltrated a small farm where Excel was eaten by a cow! A cow eating a cow - Cel-chan calls cannibalism on that one!"

Excel pushes her head out of the cow's mouth. "Excel was stuffed in here, Lord Ilpalazzo! The midget bitch is lying!"

"Enough of that, Excel," orders Ilpalazzo, holding up the blood-stained invitation, "We have all been invited to Agent Hyatt's wedding. It will be the perfect opportunity to take control of the city of F."

"Why is that, Lord Ilpalazzo?" Blinks Excel, struggling to get free.

"Because - it will be held in a casino," he replies, "Where the masses congregate in an orgy of debauchery, abuse, pain and greed. It is the centre point of corruption!"

Chibi-Cel claps, "Yay, Lord Daddy! You're so smart!"

Excel raises her fist triumphantly, finding herself sucked down the cow's mouth. "Oh no! Excel is now being sucked into the depth of this here moo cow where she will be attacked with bodily acids, and chewed by the stomach and then passed out the other end!"

"That's the plan," wickedly grins Chibi-Cel.

~@@@~

"F'Ing Casino, where you can say sayonara to all your hard earned cash and hello to bankruptcy," admires the owner, Don Pepperoni, nursing his cigar. He looks over the monitors, enjoying the frantic misery of losers being dragged from the venue, and men retreating to the toilets to blow their brains out. "It's been a pleasure doing business with you boys," he adds, peering back at the group of little cute aliens.

"Puchuu!" They reply.

"Oh look, some more idiots," says the fat Don, taking a puff of his cigar, "Too formal for normal patrons, too cheap for high rollers, must be here for that wedding."

~@@@~

"Now we are here!" Energetically announces Iwata.

Gonna blow all your cash before the ceremony?

Iwata twists his head all ways, trying to get a look at all the machines and games in sight. "No way! A classy guy like me knows how to work these puppies to get himself some moolah!"

Style right there.

Iwata puts an arm around Matsuya's waste. "With my lucky charm, Misaki Matsuya, there is no way I can lose!"

Matsuya pulls back his middle finger, snapping it broken. He falls back, wallowing in pain. Matsuya leaves them.

"We have an hour." says Watanabe, shaking as he peers at his watch, "I'm not supposed to see the bride before the wedding, so I guess we can kill time by doing some light gambling.Hey, where did you guys go?!"

"I bet it all on red 25!" Declares Iwata, "I have a hunch!"

The ivory roulette ball spins around. "Double zero. All bets lose." Everyone grumbles, walking away. Iwata becomes a pillar of salt, blowing away in the breeze.

Watanabe rolls his eyes, "Jeez, I didn't see that one, coming."

Sumiyoshi resides himself to the poker table. I always knew my face would come in handy some day.

~@@@~

Excel and Chibi-Cel crawl through the vents of the casino.

"Excel enjoys the cow more, this inclosed space is very sterile and lacks any character," she says, crawling along cold steel, "The cow was also more warm!"

Chibi-Cel looks back at Excel, "Excel hag is such a complainer! We are ordered to take down the heads of the casino before Agent Hyatt's wedding, all in the name of Daddy his secret ideological organization of ACROSS!"

"Hail Ilpalazzo!" Yells Excel, bagging her head against the vent as she rises. "Wow, you sounded just like my gorgeously droolicious Lord Ilpalazzo just then! Hail Ilapala - " Excel and Chibi-Cel fall out of the end of the vent, to be met with several large men in suits, armed with machine guns.

A fat old man smoking a cigar appears in front of them, he looks them up and down. "And how can we help young ladies such as you?"

Excel scratches her head. "Could you shut down your casino, if it isn't too much of a hassle, Mr. Fat guy who'll probably grow cancer because of his cigar smoking habit."

The Don chortles, blowing smoke in Excel face. "Such a cute kid, if it weren't for all the bullet holes you'd make a hot corpse."

"Bullet what now?!"

The men open fire on Excel and Chibi-Cel. They bob around, blasted by the bullets, falling to the ground, soaked in a pool of their own blood.

"Bye-bye baby," Don Pepperoni says, "And now to get back to my racketeering operations.oh look boys, another loser at the poker table.hmm.he seems a little too calm."

~@@@~

I want to jump off a short pier. I am in financial ruin!

~@@@~

"Stop right there, Don Pepperoni!" Orders a woman, bursting through the door of the control room.

"Crap, it's the fed!"

The woman clicks her gun, holding it out at the Don, "No, Misaki Matsuya, civil servant! Your F'Ing Casino has been confiscated by the city, the terror ends here."

Don Pepperoni notices his alien associates have disappeared. "Ah forget it!" He presses his left cufflink and smirks. "Hah! I have now activated a bomb! In one minute exactly we're going to F'Ing Hell!"

Matsuya gasps.

Chibi-Hyatt dizzily wanders into the room carrying a blue box. "Fun.puzzle." She faints. Matsuya takes it from her little hands, examining it.

"It appears this child sabotaged your bomb," she tells him, "Nice try."

"Double crap."

Police flow into the room, arresting the Don and his men.

"Triple crap. Double zero, all bets lose," he sighs.

"Good work, Miss Matsuya," congratulates Kabapu, "Oh look, it appears we can also get him on murder! Men, someone clean up that blood.it's distracting."

~@@@~

Ilpalazzo sits at the slot machines, his coin cup nearly empty. "Apple.apple.peach?!" He growls, realizing it was his last coin. "I'll show you." He takes his handgun; a step back and casually shoots the machine. Coins instantly gush from the slot machine. "Better."

## Remember kids, gambling is evil! As the Great Will of the Macrocosm, I draw the powers of the nine planets to grant this tale a marriage fiction parody! Here comes the bride.all dressed in white.I couldn't get a date Mr. P, so I'll accept Sandora's invite!##