Well, I’ve written April 13-15, and here is “Thursday, April 16.”  If you need anyone to name your 
fics, you see the original idea I have(ugh).

	Looking back on his day, Ranma realizes that school went by very quickly.  Even his 
Chinese class, which is taught by the Amazon Tsnu Zu, felt like the hour it really was, instead of the 
usual five.  He also didn’t have any trouble getting tomorrow off for the ceremony.  He is walking 
home now, running his part in the ceremony over and over in his head.  “I remember when it 
happened to me,” he thinks, scratching his head.  “I had no idea it was coming, and I certainly had no 
idea that it had already happened to Pop and Mr. Tendo.  I hope she knows what she’s getting into.”
	To Ranma’s left is Akane, who is being remarkably civil given the fact that she is walking 
home with Ranma.  Akane is also thinking.  “Will she have to go through the same things I did?” she 
thinks, while running her fingers through her hair.  “I hope not.  I don’t want to be involved in any of 
this, but as a student of Anything Goes Martial Arts, I guess I have to.”
	When they arrive at the house, preparations are already underway.  The VCR had been 
moved out of the family room, and the lights were all covered with colored paper, giving the house 
what looks to be a battle aura of its own.  Strange American music seems to emanate through the 
floor boards.
“I have tried marijuana; I get nervous all the time/ that they will come a knocking at the door!/ Why’s 
everybody making eyes at me/ I don’t want to know...”
	The synergy of the effects left the house a living being, full of life, death, love, and hatred.  
When asked about the condition of the house, Ranma tells Akane that the dichotomy is meant to be 
embraced by all Anything Goes masters, tacking on a snide remark concerning his beliefs about her 
potential in the martial arts.  It involved something about uncoordinated and gorillas, but he never did 
finish it, as he took a trip through the ceiling, adding to the “hate” aspect of the place.
	After “Oh, my!”ing and repairing the hole made by Ranma, Kasumi sends Akane out to the 
dojo.  Ranma, already there thanks to the Akane Express, is dusting himself and getting ready to 
begin the rehearsal.  
	“Hey, Akane, I just realized something.  Did you that... I call you sexless so I can take 
express!”  Ranma bursts out laughing at his terrible pun, and he continues laughing until Kasumi 
walks out of the house, pulls out a rolling pin, and beats Ranma to within an inch of his life.  
	“Your bad puns are like eggs, and all eggs must be beaten,” she explains in a 
Schwartzeneggerian voice as she returns to the kitchen, singing, “I can’t seem to face up to the 
facts...”
	Akane stares at her sister for a few moments, then regains her concentration and yells at 
Ranma for a few moments.  After she is sure Ranma has been punished as bad as she was by his, 
Akane walks into the dojo and surveys the modifications that are being finished by Genma and Soun.  
Ranma stumbles in behind her.
	The dojo looks like a seventies sci fi movie.  There is a mirrored ball hanging from the 
ceiling, reflecting the natural light in its mysterious ways, making everyone want to stay alive.  The 
big screen television is set up against the far wall, with a chair facing it.  The rope which Akane was 
practicing with is coiled up next to the chair.  
	The biggest surprises, however, are the masters of the dojo.  They are both dressed up in 
polyester leisure suits with the top two buttons of the shirts undone, exposing several gold medallions.  
They both look to be a few inches taller; this is explained by the massive platform shoes they are 
wearing.   
	“Get ready, you two, the ceremony begins tomorrow,” Soun says as he finishes a hustle.
	Meanwhile, somewhere in Toledo, a young boy wearing a tiger striped bandanna yells out to 
no one particular, where on earth am I now?”
	“Toledo.”
	“Toledo? What’s a Toledo?”
	“Toledo is a place.”
	“How did I get to Toledo?  And, who are you?”
	“Never mind that.  Are you Ryoga Hibiki?”
	“Yeah, so what?”
	“I’m here to help you get to the Tendo Dojo.  Step onto this transporter pad.”
	“What?”
	“Just do it.”
	“Okay...”
	The stranger lifts an eyebrow, pulls a lever, and says, “Live long and prosper,” while raising 
his four fingers into the air, with a gap between the middle and ring fingers.
******
So ends part 4 of this tripe.  Hope you enjoy.  Again, the standard thing I’ve been writing: I’m 
posting this to the NF and the FFML.  Sorry to the NF people who are getting it twice.  A message to 
the people who don’t know what I’m doing: one of the NF members is having a birthday on Friday, 
and we are writing her into our fics, all to be released on Friday.  That’s all... Aufwiederlesen
										-M