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[SCENE: kitchen, early morning.  Ranma and Ataru are there, looking like
   they just woke up.  The television is showing the morning news,
   there's two cups of steaming coffee on the table, and Washu is behind
   the grill, cooking something.  A doorbell ringing disrupts the 
   tranquil scene, along with an odd sort of whirring noise.]

RANMA:  *yawn*  I'll get it, I'll get it.

[SCENE: doorway, behind Ranma's back from ceiling mounted camera.  The
   doorbell rings again impatiently.]

RANMA:  I'm comin' already, sheesh....

[CAMERA: Ranma opens the door.  A large, seven foot tall purple
   mecha-suit with two gun-mounted cannons stands patiently.

MECH-SUIT: excuse me, is Nuku-Nuku in?
RANMA: (with a surprisingly calm demeanor) Ah... yeah.  Lemme check.
   (closes the door very slowly, then heads off camera)

(Camera switches as Ranma makes his way up the stairs, through the
hallway, then knocks at Nuku's door.  The door opens, revealing a bright
and ready Nuku)

NUKU:  Yes?
RANMA: There's someone in a mech-suit downstairs for you.
NUKU:  Mech-suit?  Um... (thinks for a moment) Yay!  Arisa-san!
       (she bounds happily down the stairs.  Ranma blinks, yawns,
       then looks at the camera.)
RANMA:  Okay, so maybe I should've fought the mech instead.  (Pauses
       for a moment)  But she's used to it all the time and seems to
       enjoy it.  Should I interrupt?  I don't think so.
ATARU: (from off-camera) Hey, who are you talking to?
RANMA: the camera.
ATARU:  Ah.  I see.
RANMA: (begins to head downstairs, but pauses, then looks at the camera)
       Look, I ain't kidding.  She'll be fine.  Really.  The worst thing
       that could happen is that her friend will wreck the house.
       (smiles and laughs to himself)  You know, if that happens,
       this place'll feel almost like home.

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                             =The Surreal World=

                                Writer: RpM
                    Story Concept: Isabel A. "Izzy-chan"
                       Advisory Board:  The Fanfic ML
                               -M- Productions

                                   PART ...
                            Glitches in the Works
                                    OR
                            Casual Chaos Theory

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CAMERA:  Urd, Washu, Ranma, & Kyosuke are seated at the table, eating
         breakfast.  At the moment, breakfast is a surprisingly large
         boiled egg, with a side of bacon and toast.

URD:  Hey, where's the kid?
KYOSUKE: kid?
URD: Nuku, where is that girl?  Mornings aren't quite the same without
     her.
RANMA: I think she's (pauses to listen.  In the distance, there's the
       sounds of explosions and cannonfire) playing with a friend of
       hers.
URD:  (nodding) Oh, that's nice.
RANMA: (tapping the large egg) What... exactly... is this?
WASHU: (frowning) It's a boiled egg.
RANMA: Well, yeah, but... egg of what?
WASHU: Oh.  Juraian Spam.  (She proceeds to crack it open, revealing
       a perfectly ordinary, although ridiculously large boiled egg
       inside.  Urd shrugs and soon joins her in eating.)
RANMA: (blinks)  spam?  But this doesn't...
WASHU: Galactic coincidence.
KYOSUKE: (poking egg cautiously) Galactic what?
WASHU: Galactic coincidence.  In Jurai, a spam is a type of flightless
       bird.  On earth it's canned and processed mammal.  The name
       is just coincidence.
KYOSUKE:  Ah.... (sees that now even Ranma has gone ahead and started
          eating.  He shrugs and joins in.)  This isn't bad.

(Suddenly, there's a *THWAP* sound and the camera goes black)
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   "Hey," said Kasuga, "I don't know if the station is gonna put up with
that for much longer."
   Ataru strode in, making sure that the silly putty was firmly in place.
"If SHE sees me, I'm in deep trouble," he replied.  "I am NOT in the mood
for shock therapy."
   "You know," said Urd casually, they can still hear you.
   Ataru froze.  They could still hear, couldn't they?   
   Uh oh.
   And he'd spent the last several days satisfied with thwapping the
camera with silly putty.  Damn damn damn... not good.
   "I'm doomed, aren't I?"
   The rest of the table nodded solemly.
   Ataru sighed.  "Oh well, it couldn't last forever."  He shrugged and
took a seat at the breakfast table, looking curiously at what was on the
plate.
   "Hey," he asked, tapping the oversized egg, "what's this?"
   "Galactic coincidence, I think," said Kyosuke.
   Ataru mulled that over for a moment.

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(Camera is still black)

Ataru's voice:  Hey, this ain't bad.
Washu's voice:  You'd expect anything less from my cooking?

(moment of silence)

Ataru's voice:  You cooked this?
Washu's voice:  Why are you looking at it suspiciously?
Ataru's voice:  I've had bad experiences with alien cooking.  Hey, I'm
                not going to turn into a wombat after eating this, am I?
Washu's voice:  Don't be ridiculous.

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   As they settle down to eat breakfast, Nuku walked in looking a bit
dusty.  She was her usual cheery self, just her usual cheery self looking
as if she'd survived a bomb blast.
   "Good morning!" she cheerily said.
   "Hey, Nuku," said Urd, "are you okay?  What was all that noise?"
   "Nuku's friend Arisa came to play!"

-more to come...