You can all blame Shadow Dancer for suggesting this sequel to "Ranma and
Friends". This will be the last of these, 'cause I really need to get
back to writing HaM. Enjoy! Again, comments are welcome if you think
it's worth it. :)



			SAILOR MOON AND FRIENDS

		       A Spamfic by Gary Kleppe


Shiri looked over the woman standing in front of him. Her long blond
hair wrapped into twin dumpling shapes, the too-small schoolgirl uniform
she wore, made her look to him both sleazy and child-like at the same
time.

She had to be selling it, he figured. Why else would she be out in his
neighborhood in the evening dressed like this?

Or maybe she was one of those "Daddy's little girl" types; out to show
everybody what she had, and how many million yen her father makes. 

Either way, she'd never care much about a guy who didn't have any money;
but it couldn't hurt to talk to her, he decided. "Hey, baby. I got it if
you need it."

"Got what?" She turned and looked at Shiri quizzically. "I'm here
because I hear reports that there was a youma in the area. Have you seen
one?"

"A what? You mean like the little guy in that movie? 'Use the force,
Luke!'"

"No! A youma! Y'know, a big monster,"

"Oh. Oh yeah. I got a big monster. C'mon over to my place, and I'll show
ya."

"You do? Lead the way! As Earth's sworn champion, it is my duty to
destroy it!"

"HEY! No way! All I meant was..." He leaned over to whisper something in
her ear.

"Ew!" She slapped him across the face. "Unsanitary!"

Shiri nursed his bruised cheek. "You're Daddy's good little girl, ain't
ya."

She planted herself into a dramatic pose. "I am Sailor Moon! Defender of
justice and oppressor of evil! Or something like that."

Shiri struggled to think of a witty response. "Um... where's your boat?"

"Huh?"

"You're a sailor, right?"

"I don't have time for this." Sailor Moon turned away, looking down the
street. "That youma must be around here somewhere."

Shiri watched as a six-foot high purple dinosaur waddled into view. "Hi
there!" it said.

Shiri stared at the goofy-looking creature. "Who're you supposed to be?"

"Why, I'm Barney, of course! And I'm here with another one of my
lessons! Today, we're going to learn not to judge by appearances! Look
at my good friend Sailor Moon over there. Despite the way she looks,
she's actually Earth's greatest superhero. She's saved the world
countless times from the hordes of evil!"

"No kiddin'," was all Shiri could think to say.

"It's true. Hello, Sailor Moon! How are you today?"

Sailor Moon turned. "A youma!"

"Huh? Why, it's me! Barney! I'm everyone's friend!"

She lifted her hands together high above her head. "Your youma-ing days
are over! MOON DEEP FAT FRY!!" A pale beam of energy blasted out from
her hands.

The light ray burned into the dinosaur as he screamed in deathly agony.
Gray smoke emanated from his head as his entire body collapsed like a
deflated ball.

"That'll teach ya!" Sailor Moon said as she looked down at the remains
of her target. All that was left was a small stuffed toy, its outside
partly burned away, its stuffing spilling out on the sidewalk.

"Um..." Shiri stared into space, thinking about where he could go for
psychiatric help.

Sailor Moon turned and proudly walked away. "My job here is done.
Besides, there's a big sale today at Garakuta's department store!"

"Oh, I get it!" Shiri said to himself as he watched the woman recede
into the distance. "THAT'S why she's called Sale-or!"


Gary Kleppe
http://www.execpc.com/~kleppe/comics