He was just enjoying a quiet evening at home, with a cold beer, the
remote, and a magazine, when it happened.
	Suddenly his whole house was shaking. "Earthquake! Wait...we don't
get earthquakes here," he murmured.
	His chair began rising off the floor. "Whoa...what the--?
WHHHOOOOAAAA!!!!!!!"

	Distracted by a loud crash in the alley behind the restaurant, the
purple-haired waitress opened the back door. "What noise?" she
wondered aloud. Wielding her customary bonbori, she stepped out into
the alley. "Who here? Anyone?"
	There was a rustling from one of the trash cans. She paused. The lid
slid off the can, and something resembling a hand emerged.
"Ohhhhh....my aching head...."
	"Who you? What you do in trash can?" the waitress demanded. "You
come out now or I kill!" She prodded the can sharply with her
bonbori, nearly tipping it. The occupant started, and the can tipped
over noisily.
	"Owch! Hey, watch it! Sheesh." A very short figure, apparently
wearing some sort of costume, emerged from the overturned trash can.
The figure looked up at the waitress and paused. 
	She got a good look at it. Whoever...*what*ever this was, was about
three feet tall, wearing a white robe and thick glasses. 
	But its most distinctive feature was the fact that it appeared to
be...
	"Aiyah! You is duck!" the waitress shouted.
	The three-foot tall anthropomorphized water fowl nodded tersely.
"That's right. I'm Mousse T. Duck."

*****

Don't ask me what possessed me to do this. I'm not even sure I want
to know the answer to that myself.

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Another Not Gonna Do It production...

"Senshi....Sailorize!"
"Anima-mates...Terrorize!"

Transformers: Sailor Wars
Not gonna do it...wouldn't be prudent.

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"Ore wa bakemono? Che...ore wa akuma da."
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