A few notes before we begin. Yes, all disclaimers apply to this fic. 
Everything used belongs to whoever owns them. It's a multipart x-over 
with the following:
Needful Things (by Stephen King)
Ranma 1/2
All-Purpose-Cat-Girl NukuNuku
Ah! My Goddess!
EVA
YuYu Hakusho
Tenchi Muyo
(give or take a few. We haven't planned the plot out yet.)
No, Loony Toons does NOT play into this fic, though I do use it in the 
introduction. You'll see why soon. 
Oh, yeah, and if you don't get it by the end of this intro, don't worry. 
You're not supposed to. 
So, on with the show . . .


Cooperate Takeover
Act First: Think Later
by Chad Yang and Suzi Dalton


An old television screen. Loony Toons. Who watches it anymore? I think 
the last time I saw it was when I was when I was in kindergarten. I was 
really bored. Nobody watches it unless they're really bored. Start-up 
credits. I wish there was some sort of way I could fast forward this 
thing. 
Wiley Coyote drills a hole into the middle of the road. Takes a piece of 
Acme dynamite and sticks it in, lights it. He hides behind a rock. 
Roadrunner runs past, and Wiley sticks his fingers in his ears. Nothing 
happens. He gets up and walks over to the dynamite. It explodes.
The screen bursts into static. Damn, have to fix the connection again.
Fade to black. White letters appear. 

Cooperate Takeover
Act First
Think Later

A dark room. The windows stretch from floor to ceiling, wall to wall. 
Outside is the city. This room is obviously in a skyscraper. A man 
stands at the window, holding a glass of wine. You see only his 
silhouette and the glow of the neon lights through his glass.

He wasn't one to talk to himself that much, but there was a occasion for 
everything.
Tonight was a special night.
Times change and so do faces. He had been in this business for years and 
years. Yesterday he had found a new market. Tonight weas the eve of the 
grand opening.
"Don't know how I missed it before!"
He took a sip.
"These developments are rather recent, though. New country, new 
marketing ploy. And I thought I was original."
He looked out the window.
"I'll start small, and work my way up. It'll be hard."
He looked at his wine glass (close up at wine glass; it's red wine).
"I'll have competitors."
You see his face, but the view reaches no higher than his nose. He 
smiles.
"They'll be my first customers."

A girl is sitting at a desk, looking over a bunch of company profiles. 
She is dressed casually. Due to the angle of the lamp-shade, however, 
you don't see her eyes. She smiles. The kind of smile that a person 
gives when they're planning a nasty trick. Well, not so nasty, but it 
was still a trick. It deserved a smile like this.
"Now who am I going to buy out next?"
Like the owners of all big industries she had started out small. Others 
started out with things like hand-made soap or bakeries. She had started 
out with a lemonade stand. Not hers, of course. She would never do 
anything like that. She'd merely bought it out. Then she rehired the 
original owner to keep it running. As the saying goes, "Today the 
lemonade stand, tomorrow the block, and Thursday, the world." In 
practice, it wasn't as easy. The block took her a few years, but 
eventually, she did manage to get a hold of all the real estate and 
industry. Then she went to kindergarten. And the city. 
Now she was in highschool. She owned half the country. Of course, none 
of her "employees" knew anything about that. They blamed all their 
stress on their bosses, and the bosses blamed it on the government. The 
government, in turn, blamed it on conspiracy. She was that conspiracy. 
The richest person in the country. 
All the money she made was, of course, kept secret from her family. It 
was in a Swiss bank account. She hadn't used a bit of it. The money she 
used regularly was from ripping off her family. She called it petty 
change. Which it was. To her. Ha! And they called her an inconsiderate 
money-thirsty bitch. They didn't know the meaning of the word. 
She had yet to picl off the big private industries.
"Soon, soon."
There was a red circle around the letters MHI.

"The new robot will take care of it!" screamed the woman at the top of 
her lungs.
She was dead wrong.

There was a bug in the B-tree directory.
It bore a close resemblance to a rabbit.

The little girl awoke from the nightmare with a start.
The nightmare wasn't over.

And in the distance . . .
The night is a beautiful thing. The boy looked up at the sky. What peace 
and quiet there was in the world he found it there, among the stars.
Which was ironic, considering who he lived with.
Cheerily, he smiled, unaware that what he was about to say had great 
prophetic value.
"Summer vacation. The fun's just begun."

An office was rented out that night. To a nice, middle aged gentleman. 
He looked like he'd lived in this city all his life, but he had this 
weird accent. Must be a politician. They're all very strange.

You've been here before.
Of course you have! I never forget a face. And you picked a darn good 
time to come back to this city. Course, that's cause this is where it's 
at. Life, that is, if you know what I mean. Well, welcome back! Been 
expectin ya a long time, but you never showed. Best of homes to come 
back to, Tokyo is. But have I got news for you. See, HE's back in 
business. New name, new face, but it's him alright. I'd know him 
anywhere. And this time, he's gonna make a big mistake!
What? Aw, don't be like that. Yes, we all learn from our mistakes, but 
that's only if you survive the first time through. He's not. I feel it 
in my blood. You gotta know just who it is you make your deals with.
Yup, he's in for one nasty surprise.
Cooperate Takeover is it? Now just what kinda name is that? Could be 
anything. No wait, the last line there. Aw, don't you worry about my 
eyes. 2.0 last time I checked. It says, "You won't believe your nose." 
Perfume shop? Weird name. Could be anything. Anything at all.

End Act First

Next:
Ranma gets ripped off!
NukuNuku gets a present!
Sub-space hammers get sold!
Three for the price of one!


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