Subject: Re: [FFML] [FF] Bubble, Bubble, Toil and Trouble [Second Draft]
From: bastian@enterprise.mathematik.uni-essen.de (Sebastian Weinberg)
Date: 10/18/1996, 4:24 PM
To: Fanfiction ML

 On Tue, 1 Oct 1996 21:16:19 -0500 (CDT) G.L. Sandborn said:

: AAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!  I screwed up the first post.
: (Let's try this again.)

Hmm, are you sure that you only screwed up the *post*?


:         I'm not sure where this came from (I've been stone
: sober for over a week). 

That might be it.  We had a guy lying at our ward in hospital, who
always saw big threatening men come from the walls when he was
kept sober for some time.  :)


:                   Bubble, Bubble, Toil and Trouble
:                            by Uncle Fester


:      It was a dark and stormy night.  Well, it really wasn't all that
: dark (being around dinner time and all) and it wasn't storming, not
: even cloudy.  It's just that I always wanted to open a story with: 'It
: was a dark and stormy night'.

So do I, thus I can forgive you the blatant breaking of the fourth
wall.


:      "Grandmother think Shampoo fail to get husband Ranma," she
: pouted, leaning on her recently cleaned counter.  "She think Shampoo
: not good at magic.  I show her."  Her lips curled into smile as she
: pulled from her apron pocket a small black book.  "I use strong magic
: of book to bring husband to Shampoo."  She giggled, clutching the
: small book to her chest.

Awww, not *another* one of those!  <sigh> let's see how it turns
out.


:      As she opened the ancient book, its hinges seemed to creak and
: little wisps of dust raised a small cloud around the book and girl.
:      "What language this?" Shampoo pondered out loud.  "It not Chinese
: or Japanese."  She rubbed the book's cover enough to reveal it's
: title.  In English letters, it spelled out   Bartender's Guide of
: 1945'.  Shrugging her shoulders, she mumbled: "Oh well, if grandmother
: keep hidden from Shampoo, must be powerful.  I just guess at words. 
: Not hard."

Heh heh heh, the only thing you'll magic forth with that one is
pink, dancing elephants.  Or possibly pandas.


:      "Stupid book." she pouted.  "Potion needs grandmother's special
: herbs to work."
:      Shampoo found the jar that contained her grandmother's carefully
: hoarded cache of special spices and herbs from China that she used
: whenever she cast her spells or mixed a powerful potion.  There
: weren't many left.  Figuring that only a pinch was necessary, Shampoo
: carefully reached over the bowl containing the potion and dropped the
: herbs in.

Ooop.

<dons green, wavy wig and blue robe; sticks fingers into ears> 
Ohh Nooo!



:      Mixing ingredients in a dirty bowl, Shampoo quickly summoned up a
: giant long necked yellow bird.
:      "Hello," the bird said in a very nasally voice.  "Won't you be my
: friend?"
:      "No!  MOUSSE!"
:      "Yes, Shampoo, my darling," Mousse answered as he stuck his head
: through he door.
:      "Main course!" she demanded pointing to the bird.
:      "Actually, all I was looking for was..gwaaaak!" the bird's voice
: was cut off as the white robed Chinese boy grabbed it's neck. 

Yeeee-hawwww!  Roast it good an' slow!


:      The last Akane saw of the trio, Ranma was running for his life
: with a little white cat close on his heels and Ukyou, swinging her
: giant spatula, chasing the cat; the sounds of her spatula rang through
: the night air as she repeatedly slammed it into the street trying to
: squash the offending feline.

Whatta nice ending.  The only thing missing is the whacky tune and
the caption "that's all, folks".


Sebastian
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