And yet another:

Ranma 1/2 is the sole property of Rumiko Takahashi and all of the

companies

that have licensed it.

Ranma, You Dog You!

****************************

Osciir sat sipping a Sprite,

One of the fairy race, not the drink.

 wondering what would drop by for his latest

challenge.  Hearing a noise, she

probably ought to be in 'it' there rather than a 'she'

looked towards the entrance of its lair.

"Hello?  Is this where I come for Fanfic challenges?"  A rather large man
ambled through the entrance.  He smiled as he spotted Osciir.  "Osciir, I
presume?  It's nice to meet you."  He paused with a perplexed expression

as

he looked at the other.  "I'm sorry to be so rude, but should I refer to

you

as a he or a she?"

With a slow smile, Osciir languidly leaned over and placed her

kind of makes the question pointless if you give Osciir a gender.

fingertip on

his upper lip and thought for a second.

Ah, switching works. Nevermind the earlier comment.

  "Yes!"  It then clapped its hands

in excitement.

Taking the opportunity given it, the Sprite, whose real name was Fred,

took

flight.

Stunned, the man just stood and looked at his host, hostess, or

host-being.

Extra line break.

Stuttering a little, he began hesitantly, "I've got an entry for your
contest.  You do have a contest going on don't you?  I want to compete for
the Iron Chef of Fusions!

Ah yes, Another bad fusion. I know those all too well. :)

 And, boy do I have a beaut!"  With this last

statement, the author smiled ingratiatingly towards the godlet.

"What is it?"  Osciir walked over to her guest and pulled him into a

gentle

hug as he asked, "What is it about?  Hmm?"

"Ah, It's," here the guest pulled away from the embrace with ill-disguised
disgust, "a fusion between Ranma and the old, yet classic, UnderDog show."

With Bess in the lead?

"I don't like dogs, too much.  They can be so, bitchy.  You know what I
mean?"  Osciir languidly followed the other, keeping within touching
distance.

"Well, these will be characters that are fused together.  You'll like it."

"Will there be any sex in it?" The only being in the sexually ambiguous
being

Not sure what you were trying to say there.

"Well, let's get started okay?  Where's your well?"  The stranger scanned
the area and didn't see one.

"I'm afraid you're confusing me with someone else.  If you want to
manipulate a time stream or two in my domain, you have to use the mystic
porcelain goddess.

Heh. Much more appropriate, in many ways.

  Here let me show you the way." She grabbed the would-be

author's hand and skipped over to a corner of his dimension letting her

tail

swish suggestively behind him.  The tail was trying its level best to
suggest that the man leave, but unfortunately, he batted it away instead.

Heh

Yes, Tokyo City is a very peaceful place.  However, whenever evil

threatens

or looms, especially when it looms Shag

Don't think 'Shag' needs to be capitalized.

carpets, there is one name all in

the city call upon; one person for whom the passion of Truth, Justice, and
the Anime Way has never dimmed.

Carl Macek?

That person is Under Dog.

Well, I was close.

 No one knows who

he really is.

"Thank you, Shoe Shine boy.  You always are nice, kind, and helpful."  The
older man said as he threw the young man a coin.

"Thank you, kind sir."  The brown furred individual with black floppy ears
and a big black nose bowed his head in acknowledgment as he

surreptitiously

checked the coin to see if it was counterfeit or not.

Oh right. Like counterfieting coins in profitable. Feh. You have to do at
least tens to cover the costs, if I remember what one of my friends, who is
knowledgable about such things, told me.

As he struggled up, he shook his head.  "Damn, what the hell happened.

happened?

He quickly packed his equipment and started walking.  It was only then

that

he realized that there was no home to go to.  Not only could he not go to
the Tendou's home, as Shoe Shine boy, he was a street person.  Ears
drooping, he searched for a bridge that he could sleep under.

Hope Gubby isn't using it. :)

"Wow, I'm flying.  This is great!"  He smiled happily as he flew.  He
frowned as he came in sight of his destination.  It was the lair of the
evil, perfidious fiend, Simon Bar..., no that wasn't right anymore, is it?
It was the lair of Happy Go Lucky.

Sigh.

He strode through the home until he found a door marked, "Secret

Laboratory

- Super Heroes Stay Out."  Immediately deducing that Happy must be inside
holding the hapless Akane PureBreed captive, Ranma Dog gently opened the
door.

"Her call was heard,
 but not by a bird.
 To save Sweet Akane PureBreed from evil's claw,
 I am here to read you the law!"  He shouted at Happy.

Now I'm starting to hope he loses. ^_^

Normally, Ranma would have already been fighting Happy, but the instincts

of

UnderDog were strong.  Faced with the situation of either beating up Happy
and allowing Akane to be hurt in some way or saving her and allowing Happy
his way, he knew that there really was no choice to be made.

"You're on your own,' Ranma Dog shouted to Akane as he went after Happi.

"No, stop it you fiend!"

it, you

"Have I ever told you the story of how I single-handedly defeated the

hordes

of the Saotome clan this morning?"  The samurai asked.

"No, I can't say that you have, Tatewaki.  Err, how many people does it

tae

take

to make a horde?"

More than a few.

Tatewaki whipped out a contract, handed her a microscope, and directed her
to look at the final period.  Impatiently, he waited for her to finish
looking.  He then tossed a script her way.  "Would you like to restate

your

last comment?"

"Hmm, let's see.  Here it is.  Oh my, how ever did you escape, Samurai?"

Heh.

Amusing. Got a chuckle out of it.

D.B. Sommer


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