Ranma in Ash: Really getting with the spirit (animal) of things [Episode 120603]

“Okay,” exclaimed Professor Oak as he turned to the ominously humming eerily glowing contraption, “let’s get on with this!   Are you ready?”

“Y-yes, S-sir!” the trio exclaimed as they eyed the terrifying device warily.

“Excellent!” pronounced the mad scientist and he turned the machine off.   “Let’s go see if Nurse Nanako has everything prepped.”

“But, what about the machine?” Brock asked.

“What about the machine?” the Professor echoed as he lead them out of the chamber.   “Oh.   No, no, no!   I was just fixing that, er, automatic coffee maker.   Er, forget you ever saw it.   Anyway I told you, electronics and magic don’t mix that well.   We have to use a viral nanomachine.   Do you have the injections ready, Nurse?”

“Just about ready, Professor Oak!” the Nurse anounced.   As they entered the room, they saw that she was holding a huge syringe, with a foot long needle, in her hand.   Her thumb squeezed the plunger and an oily fluid squirted out of the needle’s point, which wasn’t actually very pointy, or thin, at all.

“Eeeeeeeeee!” squealed a voice, and Ranma suddenly found himself holding Brock in his arms.   Because his body didn’t have ten years of martial arts training, he was promptly flattened under the squealing boy’s weight.

“I just need to finish oiling the door hinges, then I’ll be right with you,” Nanako added and bent over to do her chore.

“E-excellent!” the Professor proclaimed and tapped the tips of his fingers together.

Brock recovered instantly and agreed with rapture, “totally excellent!”

“Boys!” Misty huffed and glared.   Just because the nurse was well padded in all the right places she got all the wrong attention when she bent over at the waist.   Not that Misty was self-concious about her figure or anything like that.   Nope, not at all, at all.   ‘And what kind of nurse’s uniform is that short-skirted slip?’

“There, that’s done,” Nanako exclaimed sweetly as she stood up and layed the oil needle aside.   “Now for you.”   She picked up a pressure gun and winked, “don’t worry, this won’t hurt me a bit!”

“That’s a relief!” Ranma said as he picked himself up from the ground and felt the cold nozzle press against his upper arm.   “I thought it was gonna… hey, wait a minute.   Aiiiiiieeeeeeeee!”

“Hey, is this really nessescary?” Brock protested as Nanako advanced on him.   “Can’t we talk about this?   Say, maybe over dinner?”

“Oh, such fuss,” chided Nanako with a pout.   “Now, pull up your sleeve and take your medicine.   Well, then, where do you want it?”

“Where do you think I want it?” Brock demanded, and got an answer.   “Oooowwwww!!”

“They’re being such babies, aren’t they?” Misty observed snootily.   “Is that really any way for a grown boy to act?   It’s only a little pressure injection after all.”

“Ahem, now it’s your turn young lady,” Nanako reminded her.

“M-my turn?” Misty exclaimed.   “Wait, c-can I have an anaesthetic first?”

“Don’t be a baby,” Brock sniped, rubbing his tender anatomy.   “It doesn’t really hurt.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” Misty protested.   “You have thick skin!”

“Oh, come now,” Nanako chided.   “Is that really any way for a grown girl to act?”

“Alright,” Misty grimaced and waited.   “Come on, get it over with.”

“All finished!” Nanako anounced sweetly.

“…” Misty elipsed.   “What was all the fuss about?”

“I really have no idea,” Nanako said innocently.   “A pressure injection doesn’t hurt at all when you do it right.”

Brock and Ranma stared at her with flat eyes.   “Whatever,” Ranma said, “at least it’s over with.”