"Uggghhhh... What happened?"

Pedro Domingo slowly sat up and rubbed his eyes. Suddenly he realized that he was in the middle of the street in a middle-class neighborhood somewhere.

"Hmmm... How strange. The last thing Pedro remembers is Miss Will telling him that she had a clue to the whereabouts of his sexy wife, and then everything went black! Huh? What's this?"

He had just noticed a note sitting beside him on the street. He picked it up and read it:

"Dear Mr. P,

I have discovered someone who says that he may know where your wife is. I have made arrangements for him to meet you here. He's a 2-feet-tall little old man with a moustache.

-Sincerely, The Will of the Macrocosm"

"Hooray!" yelled Pedro. "At last Pedro will be reunited with his sexy wife! I am coming, mi corazon!"

All of the sudden Pedro saw a blur shooting toward him down the street. Just when he thought there was no way to avoid a collision, the blur came to a halt, revealing a tiny little fellow with a huge green bag on his back.

"Hola, friend! The name's Happosai; the Great Will told me to meet you here." He eagerly looked left and right. "So, where's this sexy wife I hear so much about?"

"Wha-?" gasped Pedro, "But I thought YOU knew where she was?!"

"Nope. All I heard was 'sexy wife'; it was pretty much 'blah, blah, blah' after that." All of the sudden a huge cloud of dust appeared at the end of the street, and Happosai looked agitated.

"Well, young man, good luck finding her! See you later; I must protect my collection at all costs!!!"

With that, he left the bewildered Pedro standing in the street. Pedro turned back toward the cloud and saw (to his horror) that it was an angry mob of women with brooms and shovels! They were all yelling at once:

"Where is that little pervert? How dare he steal our panties?! Hey, he was talking to that guy! He must be in on it too!"

As the mob closed in, Pedro said the only thing that came to his mind.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

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On the other side of town, Hyatt was walking the streets in search of the martial artists in question, but with no luck.

"Sigh Perhaps Lord Il Palazzo was mistaken about these fighters' whereabouts. I only hope that Senior is having better luck."

All of the sudden, she saw what looked like a twister of human bodies slowly making its way down the street!

"Oh? What could that be? It looks like one of those tasmanian devils from Lord Il Palazzo's comic books."

All of the sudden, a red-haired girl with a pigtail was thrown violently from the tornado and toward Hyatt. She slid along the ground at blinding speed, but friction and her desperate clawing at the ground managed to slow her somewhat. Still, she was still going at a pretty good clip when she plowed into Hyatt's legs, knocking her off her feet.

Noticing that an innocent bystander had gotten involved, the tornado suddenly came to a standstill. Genma(who had mangaged to transform back into a human again somewhere along the way) stopped pummeling Mousse, Mousse stopped choking Ryoga, and Ryoga stopped kicking Genma.

Quickly hopping to her feet, Ranma hurried over to where Hyatt was sprawled out on the pavement.

"Gee, lady, I'm really sorry about that! Are you okay? Lady?"

Ranma suddenly stopped in her tracks in horror. The others soon realized why.

"Oh my... I think I'm gonna puke..."

Hyatt lay on the sidewalk in a pool of blood, her eyes wide open but not seeming to look at anything. Shaking like a leaf and fighting the instinct to turn and run, Ranma slowly leaned down and felt her wrist. Ranma then turned toward her friends, her face solid white.

"Guys...she's dead!"

END OF CHAPTER 3

Egad! What a cliff-hanger! Of course, we all know about Hyatt's little life/death oddity, but Ranma and Co. sure don't. I could tell them about it, but where's the fun in that?

Will Pedro ever be reunited with his sexy wife? Will Il Palazzo ever conquer the city? Who is Ranma going to marry? Beats me. However, I do know the answer to this one: With Excel, Hyatt, Pedro, and Ranma and his friends in the same town, will further shenanigans ensue?

You bet your ani (plural of "anus")! Please review; it pleases me so.