Hey, This is Mina Snowdrop! There is the 3rd and final chapter of Two Cars in Every Garage and Three Eyes on Every Fish! Are you ready? Let's do this!
Gan Gan Galaxy's house: Kitchen
Team Gan Gan Galaxy are eating breakfast on the table.
"Awesome toast, Madoka! And by the way, the night before the election, Ryuga is coming over for dinner." Gingka said.
"He what?!" Madoka was shocked.
"And some reporters and a camera crew, but you don't have to feed him." Gingka said, smiling.
"Cool, man! A media circus!" Masamune exclaimed excitedly and psyched out.
"Absolutely not!" Madoka refused.
"Come on, Madoka!" Gingka whined.
"No way. I'm going to be ringing doorbells for Scarlet that night." Madoka said.
Gingka growled and sighed. "Guys, get outta here. I don't wanna you to see this."
"Oh shit." Masamune, Yu, Tsubasa and Kendra zipped away.
Gingka got on his knees. "Please please please please please please please please please.." He begged like a puppy.
Madoka sighed.
Later that day...
The campaign crew plastered Team Gan Gan Galaxy's house with Burns posters and 'Vote Ryuga' signs and the advisors prepare the team for dinner.
"We're hoping that one of the girls might pop up with a question about the upcoming election. Ma'am, do you think you can memorize this by tomorrow?" The advisor asked as he gave a card to Kendra.
Kendra read, "Ryuga: your campaign seems to have the momentum of a runaway freight train. Why are you so popular?"
"Very good."
"Well, as long as I'm asking something, can I ask him to assuage my fears that he's contaminating the planet in a manner that may one day render it uninhabitable?" Kendra said.
"No, sweetheart. The card question'll be fine." The advisor replied.
"Well, I think the non-card question is a vaild.. Ow!" Tsubasa got pinched by Gingka.
"Don't worry. My teammate's very bright, and I'm sure she'll be able to memorize your question by dinnertime tomorrow." Gingka said, smiling.
"And finally, Ryuga wants you to appear very affectionate towards him. But we must remind you, he hates being touched." The advisor said.
Later that night...
Gingka and Madoka's bedroom
That evening in bed, Gingka tried to snuggle with Madoka, but she kept moving over until she fell of the bed. She is not a mood.
"Madoka, get back to bed." Gingka said.
"No thanks, I'm just fine right here." Madoka said.
"What's wrong? I'm just want a snuggle."
"Well, I don't feel like snuggling."
"What's that got to with it?"
"I don't want to snuggle with anyone who's not letting me express myself."
"But you do get to express yourself! In the lovely home you keep, and the food you serve." Gingka said.
"Oookaaay... Fair enough." Madoka got back into bed. "You've got it, alright, good. That's it, that's how I'm gonna express myself. That's right. Night." She fell asleep.
"Huh?"
The next evening...
It's time for the dinner. The team, along with the pets are in make-up. A hairdresser gave Gingka new eyebrows.
"Well, what do you think?" The hairdresser asked.
"Hey, hello handsome!" Gingka said.
"Hey, get that stuff off his face! We're have to dinner with the common man, not Tyrone Power." The advisor demanded.
"Latest polls are in. It's dead even, 50-50." The second advisor said.
"This cornball stunt is gonna put us over the top." The advisor said.
"Whoa! He's here! He's here!" Yu called out as he pointed at outside.
Ryuga arrived. He rang the doorbell, and the team all came to the door.
"Hey, Gingka. Madoka! You look amazing! And look, I brought soy sauce chicken stir fry with noodle coogle and nice rice." Ryuga greeted politely. Suddenly, a dog jumped up and knocked him over.
"Bad dog! Bad... Neighbor dog. Here, let me help you up, Ryuga." Gingka helped Ryuga to get up.
Ryuga chuckled. "I love dogs. Cats too." A cat then dives at him and knocked him flying again. "Kitty, kitty." He kissed it. He stood up.
"Uh, are you OK, Ryuga?" Gingka asked.
"Yeah. A little roughhousing with the pets is good for a L-Drago's appetite." Ryuga said.
They walked inside and sat down at the table.
Ryuga's advisor whispered to him, "The latest polls are in. The statesman-like way you handled the pet incident has put you over the top. You're ahead 51 to 49. Congratulations, Mr. Governor!"
"Perfect..." Ryuga smirked darkly.
"Yu, would you like to say grace?" Gingka asked.
"Dear God: we paid for all of this shit ourselves, so thanks for nothing." Yu said a bit fast.
Everyone gasped in a shock.
Ryuga chuckled. "Only a innocent kid could get away with such blasphemy. God bless them all. Amen."
Everyone sighed in relief.
"He's smokin', he's smokin'." The advisor said quietly.
The team started to eat their dinner.
"Um, you know, Ryuga," Gingka started to read with his mouth full. "My team and I, um," Masamune belched. Ryuga has some reluctance but his advisor told him to eat when he does. "Feel that taxes are too high. Where do you stand on this highly controversial issues?" Gingka finished the question.
"Goodness! I didn't realize this casual dinner was going to turn into a charged political debate." Ryuga said.
"I was only reading what the card..."
"Gingka, I agree with you and if I'm elected governor, I will lower taxes whether those bastards in the goddamn state capital like it or not!" Ryuga said powerfully.
Madoka put the plates to the kitchen.
"Ahem, Kendra do you have a question you would like to ask your true love?" Ryuga asked in a seductive voice.
"Yes, a very inane one." Kendra sighed. "Ryuga... Your campaign seems to have the momentum of a runaway freight train. Why are you so popular?"
"Hmm, a tough question but fair. Kendra, there's no single answer." Ryuga said softly as he stroked her cheek. "Some voters respond to my integrity, others are more impressed with my incorruptibility." Kendra left the table. "Still others buy my determination to lower taxes. And the bureaucrats in the goddamn state capital can put that in their pipes and smoke it!" Ryuga's speech is getting more powerful.
Kendra walked to the kitchen.
"Oh Madoka, that felt awful." Kendra said worriedly.
"Sorry Kendra. It'll be all over soon." Madoka said.
"But, we've become the tools of evil."
"Kendra, you're learning many lessons tonight, and one of them is to always give your friend the benefit of the doubt."
They went back into the dining room with the main course, where Ryuga is still ranting.
"...give me a break, or a shake, or even a square deal." Ryuga sighed. "Mmm. Smells delicious."
Madoka lifted up the cover off the plate.
The main course is...
A three-eyed mutated fish!
Everyone gasped.
"What the?!" Tsubasa was shocked.
"Yeah! Three-eyed fish!" Yu said in hyper.
"Can I have your plate, Ryuga?" Madoka asked.
Ryuga shuddered and gave her his plate. She gave him a head of the fish. Everyone observed. His advisor told him to eat and beckoned to say that it is good. Ryuga took one bite of the fish and spat it out. As it flies through the air, the reporters flashed their cameras and left before it hit the ground.
"He's blown it for sure." The reporter said.
"Ruined before it hit the ground." The advisor said.
Outside
The reporters left the house.
"Give me the city desk." Alexander said on the phone.
"Here's your headline, Kiyoshi: " Ryuga Can't Swallow Own Story"." The second reporter said on the phone.
Back to the house
Team Gan Gan Galaxy, Ryuga and his advisors are watching the news report.
"The latest polls indicate Ryuga's popularity has plummeted to Earth like so much half-chewed fish." The news broadcaster said.
Ryuga growled loudly as he stood up and threw a TV remote hard. "You must have a few tricks up your sleeve. Jack, make some coffee, we've not done yet. And it's not over yet."
"Yes we are. Come on boys, the guy's finished." The advisor left the house.
"Wait, come back here! You can't do this to me! I AM RYUGA! THE FUCKING EMPIRE OF THE FUCKING DRAGON!" Ryuga screamed in a huge rage. He started to wreck Team Gan Gan Galaxy's home, by throwing the photo frames on the floor and his portraits too. He tried to turn a table over, but he can't. " Jack, turn the table!"
"Yes, Ryuga." Jack does so.
"Gingka, make him stop!" Madoka exclaimed.
"Uh, Ryuga? Ryuga?" Gingka asked.
"Shut the fuck up and destroy them all!" Ryuga yelled.
Gingka grabbed the vase and broke it.
"You know, Ryuga, I hardly see what destroying our meager possessions is going to accomplish." Tsubasa intervened.
Ryuga sighed calmly. "He's right. Let's go home. We'll destroy something tasteful." He and Jack walked outside. "Ironic, isn't it? This anonymous clan of slack-jawed troglodytes has cost me the election, and yet if I were to have them killed, I would be the one to go to jail. And that's democracy for ya."
"You are noble and poetic in defeat, Ryuga." Jack said.
Ryuga turned to Gingka in the doorway.
"Gingka, I shall make the focus on my remaining years, that your dreams will go unfulfilled!" Ryuga threatened before he walked away.
"Uh-oh, you're busted, Gingka!" Masamune said.
Later that night...
Gingka sat on the bed, getting worried.
"My dreams will go unfulfilled? Oh man! I don't like the sound of that one a single bit. That means I have nothing to hope for. Madoka, make it better please, can't you make it better, right?" Gingka asked.
"Gingka, when a man's biggest dreams include seconds on dessert, occasional snuggling and sleeping in til noon on weekends, no one guy can destroy them." Madoka said, smiling.
"Hey, you did it!" Gingka said cheerfully.
They both kissed and Madoka turned off the light.
And that's the end of the fanfic! Why not reading: In the shadowy neighborhood, Heart of darkness, Crimson fangs, Missing unstoppable, viva las Vegas, Masamune of darkness, Madoka & Kyoya, Gingka the vilgante, Ryuga's sex slave, Kyoya & Yu's Friday night variety hour with Tithi, Tsubasa the tree hugger, Lion's little helper, Boyz Scout n' the hood and All about Gingka. If you like this chapter, please review.