[Episode 104865] [Episode 104865]As he looked like an teen-aged, oriental Elvis, he might have been right, if not for the reasons he thought.
He was so busy admiring himself, he almost ran down the construction worker in the old floppy fedora. He knew he was a construction worker because he was wearing an orange vest over his dark suit. Screeching to a halt, he yelled out the widow. “You nut! What are you doing in the middle of the street?”
The construction worker pointed at the sign in his hand. The one that said, Road temporarily closed. “Oh,” Kintaro murmured. His brashness fading. His forehead creased as he thought. He again stuck his head out the window. “How the heck can I make my delivery then.
The construction worker took a bent and soggy cigaret out of his mouth, examined if for a minute before flicking it away and reaching into his pocket for another. “Walk,’ he suggested as he pulled out a pack and tapped out a new smoke.
“Walk!” Kintaro shouted in outrage. To the back of the construction worker who was ignoring him. “Walk, my ass,” he grumbled as he parked his truck and got out. Opening the back he extracted his parcel cart and set a heavy wooden chest on it. Scowling at the oblivious worker he tilted his cargo and started rolling toward the corner.
Kintaro’s eyes widened as he rounded the corner. “Construction zone! Crist. It looks like they were dropping bombs.” he swore as he examined the cratered road in front of him. He looked down the road, the long road, to his destination. The Cat Café. He gave a groan and started walking. His feet already hurt.
Behind the postman, the suit wearing construction worker took off his fedora, revealing black hair tied back by a yellow bandanna with black rectangles. He waved his fedora at a figure on the rood half way down the street, who waved back before turning and waving at someone on the other side of the building.
“Man could break a leg,” Kintaro grumbled as he maneuvered around the craters in the road. A little feminine shriek jerked his head up and showed him that someone might have just done that very thing. A young woman was kneeling in the street examining one knee. Her bent over posture caused her loose blouse to fall open and Kintaro was ready to swear he was seeing heaven. Her beautiful breasts were almost fully revealed. Hanging there like ripe fruit begging to be picked.
Forgetting his sore feet, he hurried forward. Leaving his cart and parcel behind. “Can I help you, Miss,” he asked. The girl gave a start and stared up at him. Doing so made her arch her back and it was all Kintaro could do to keep his eyes in his head as her blouse gapped even further. Fortunately for his blood pressure a wave of dark-honey blond hair swayed over the object of his attention and he could breath again.
“Oh my, that would be ever so kind. I’m afraid I may have hurt my leg. If you could just help me over to the bus stop. I’m sure if I sit on the bench for a bit I’ll be fine.” “Behind the two a stealthy figure snuck out of the alley, a box identical to the one on the cart in his arms. The substitution was made smoothly and he disappeared back into the shadow, with the postman’s box in his hands. “Are you sure you’re alright?” Kintaro asked. Praying for a negative answer and being disappointed.
“I’ll be just fine,’ the girl said, giving him a smile that threatened to melt his fillings. “Please, don’t worry about me, just go back to your route.”
Reluctantly, Kintaro retreated, though he continued to dart backward glances at the lady sitting at the bus stop. Right up to the point he fell into a particularly deep hole.
“Youse stupid mans. You break Shampoo’s package, Shampoo break you!” An angry voice shouted at him, her Japanese barely understandable. Kintaro looked up, and once again found himself ogling acres and acres of heaven. This girl was not so gratified for his presence. He saw stars as she wacked him over the head with some sort of round club. While he lay dazed, she snatched up the package and stalked away, fine ass swaying, but Kintaro was in no state to appreciate it, though an elderly man did walk into another of the construction craters.
Inside the Cat Café Shampoo set the box on a table and rushed over to the phone. A quick dial and she was talking to Ukyou. “Is here. You gets Akane, you gets over her quick, or I not wait for youse.”
Back around the corner the suited construction worker resigned his job by taking his orange vest off and hanging it over his sign. “Every thing go ok, Lupin?” He asked.
“Perfect of course, Jigen. Fujiko let him have it with both barrels. Lucky bastard. Wonder he survived. Lets get this back to the hideout,” he said, walking out with the heavy case in his hands. He handed it to Jigen, and placing his hands behind his back strolled down the street. Jigen followed after, the crate balanced on one finger.
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Ukyou and Akane dashed into the Café, their eyes zeroing in on the crate Shampoo was working on with a short pry-bar. “Hey, no opening without us. I paid a month profit for a third of that,” Ukyou said.
“Well, I’m broke for the next six-months,” Akane one upped her.
“Hah. Youse girls have easy. Shampoo have to not kill mens who touch ass for whole week to earn tips for her share. Shampoo would have done for month if had too. Never be a cat again worth it.” She gave a grunt of satisfaction as the top came off the box.
Akane and Ukyou leaned in eagerly. Both faces darkened and they looked up at Shampoo. “What the hell is this!” Ukyou demanded, pulling out a plushy waving cat.
“No!’ Shampoo cried out and began pulling the contents of the box out, ripping some of them open. “Maybe only padding,” she said in a worried voice. But there was nothing in the box but stuffed cats.
Ukyou and Akane turned angry eyes toward Shampoo.
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“Can’t you just picture their faces,” Lupin chuckled as he pried the top up off the box in front of him.
“what the hell!” Jingo swore. He was in the process of tearing his beard off, but he left it half hanging as he reached into the case and pulled out a stuffed P-chan doll.”
Lupin stared in shock, and then started to laugh. Pulling off his wig to reveal Nabiki’s familiar hair style. She fell back on the couch laughing hard enough to risk bladder failure. “You know, Sometimes I think Ranma takes these games just a tiny bit to seriously.
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“More Ice-cream, Miss Fujiko,” Kintaro asked, holding out a quadruple scoop supper supreme death by chocolate sundae.
“You’re so sweet Fujiko purred, taking the dish while keeping a proprietary hand on the case sitting on the bench beside her.
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