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Part V~ Up, Up, and away!

    "What?!" Ryoko ran over to them, going straight through Tenchi without looking back (the wall-pass-thru thing). "Ayokae's not allowed to be hurt! He's cool!"

Ayeka saw this as an opportunity to get Tenchi's attention. She walked over to Ryashi.

   "Oh, Lord Ryashi! What ever are we to do?" she leaned against him with a fake sadness in her eyes. Tenchi looked over at them. Hmm… he thought.  Ayeka smiled a small evil smile and thought, My plan is working! Tears swelled up in Salamo's eyes, and Sasami comforted him. Washu barged through the crowd.

   "Okay, people, comin' through! Certified doctor here!" Washu was suddenly wearing a doctor's uniform.

   "Washu, you're not a doctor!" Sasami said.

   "Well, I might as well be, considering I've got a PhD in Evil Plans- er… Medical Science!" The genius had her fingers crossed behind her back. Washu swung the body over her shoulder and walked into the kitchen. She slammed him down on the table.

   "Hey, be careful with my brother!" Salamo shouted.

   "Oh, don't worry! The experi- umm… patient will only experience mild excruciating pain." Washu said with a smile. The boy's eyes widened. 

   "Just kidding!" Washu turned around. "Nurse Tenchi? Would you please wheel the defibrillator in here, wouldya sweetie?" Tenchi- * Washu shoots evil glare * er… Nurse Tenchi... * Washu smiles happily * walked into the room in a… woman's nurse uniform?! Holy crap! Who wrote this junk!? Oh yeah... I did. He he… Anyways, the reluctant cross-dresser walked into the kitchen, pushing a machine.

   "Umm… why are you using a defibrillator if you don't even know if he's breathing or has a pulse?" Ryashi asked.

  "Shut up, fool! I'm the doctor here!"

Ayeka made little circles on Ryashi's chest with her finger.

  "That's a very good question, Lord Ryashi! You're soo smart!" Ryashi blushed.

  "Can I take this stupid uniform off, Washu?" Tenchi complained.

  "Stop complaining, lackey! Now, hand me the shock-doohickeys!" Washu put them on Ayokae's chest, and shouted:

  "CLEAR!" The chest jumped.   

  "Hmm... he appears to have a pulse, and he's still breathing… Oh my god, I think he's in a coma!"

Mihoshi squinted at Washu.

  "You're not really a doctor, are you?" she asked.

  "Really? What ever gave you that idea?" Ryoko retorted, rolling her eyes sarcastically.

  "So sue me. Wait… you actually can sue me! Umm… how about we take him to the hospital?" Washu asked nervously.

  "Actually, that's the best idea you've had this week!" Ryoko said, turning to the 'doctor'.

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Everyone was outside, staring at the 'car'.

  "Erm… this is very... uh… interesting, Washu…" Sasami said, trying to find the good in things.

  "You like? He he! Me and Mimasaki here spent 5 painstaking hours wrenching and screwing and tossing and turning... er… planning to make this baby!" Washu said.

  "Why are you looking at me?" Ryoko asked.

  "Uhh... no reason!"

Salamo was carrying Ayokae on his shoulder.

  "C-can we g-go now?" he sobbed, wiping tears away.

Mihoshi sat down in the front seat of the car that looked like a roofless short minivan with wings and jet engines.

  "I'll drive!" She said enthusiastically. "See? I got a license!"

  "Uhh... Mihoshi, that's your Galaxy Police badge…" Tenchi observed, sitting down in one of the seats.

  "Whatever! Now, Washu? How exactly do I get this thing off the ground?" The galactic police officer asked.

  "Well, first you turn the key…" The car began to drive normally. "Then you push the button… WAIT, MIHOSHI, NOT TOO HAR—" The vehicle's jet engines kicked in at full throttle, and the car shot up into the car at an amazing speed, and off to the hospital.