Crackdown!
A/N-Disclaimer: Just a little something I wrote in class when I was bored. Also, I don't own Ranma.
They may not have been the best of days, and they were certainly not the worst.
"Is...is that a plaid platypus prancing around the pool in purple panties?"
...but they were definitely the strangest.
Daisuke blinked as he stared at the odd sight. "...it is. Should we go ask Nabiki what Ranma got into this time?"
Surprisingly, life in Nerima wasn't always like this. Sure, Kuno Tatewaki was an eccentric schoolmate, Tendou Akane had a knock-down, drag-out brawl with every boy in school even remotely interested in her, and Doctor Tofu was crazy in love with Tendou Kasumi, but those were the exceptions to the rule.
"Hell no!" Hiroshi exclaimed. "You know what her rates are like for the down-low on his new challengers!?! I would like to keep my allowance for the rest of the semester, thank you."
Once Saotome Ranma, Heir to the Musabetsu Kakuto Saotome-ryu (literally, the Saotome School of Indiscriminate Grappling) and fiance of Akane (however much she denies it), arrived in the district, all sorts of things changed.
"So what should we do?"
"Don't know about you, but I'm going straight to the source."
"Ranma?"
Things like running martial arts battles across rooftops, gender-bending (and species-bending) via cold and hot water, and, of course...
"No, the platypus."
Daisuke burst out laughing. "Good one, 'roshi!
Hiroshi's expression stayed serious.
Martial art styles so strange, one wonders about the sanity of the fighting community.
"...You were joking, right?"
"Of course not, Dai. Since when has Ranma ever known what he was being challenged for? I bet you a 1000 yen that the Platypus won't severely maim me for asking what it's doing here."
"You're on! But if you die, put in a good word for me with Shinigami-sama, eh?"