Ranma the Dragon: Showdown at the Akie Coral. [Episode 86222]

At first glance it had been a typical evening in Nerima.   The wind was wooshing over the rooftops, dogs were barking in the distance, and a certain young lady was bicycling merrily along to work, blithely breaking speed laws (as well as several laws of physics) as she did so.   Also, high above the café's rooftop, an urban assault helicopter was waiting in whisper mode.   Yeap, just a typical evening in Nerima.

At that time however, Poison One was still in the workshop after its last, and first, encounter with Nuku-Nuku's new cyber-dragon mode.   Nor were the cosplay-outfitted pair in Mock One's cockpit, young miss Atsuko Natumi's ussual playmates.

"Whinney!" neighed Mock-One's excited co-pilot as she lowered her field glasses.   "Target sighted, Bluebell!"

"Here comes the sweet little darlin', an' she doesn't suspect a thang," drawled the pilot as she adjusted her black stetson over her horns.   "Alright, pahdna, it's time ta rope thet thar pony."

"Now?   Well, okies, but aren't we, like, here to work and stuff?"

"Not you!   Ah didn't mean you. Ah meant her!"

"Wha… b-b-but I thought I was your only little pony!" pouted her partner.

"I mean, 'it's time to coral thet that doggy!'" Bluebelle pointed.

"Oh, I see.   Er, you mean 'kitty', surely?" the pony girl replied hesitantly.   "I mean, she's, like, a cat girl and all."

"Just fire the danged missile, Moondancer, afore she sees us!"

"Oh, okies!   Targeting engaged (congradulations!) and missiles away! (Bye, bye!)"

"Can the side comments, Moony.   This mission is my chance to make it bigtime as a villaness.   Ya'll will take it seriously now, ya hear?"

"I hears ya real good, Bluebelle," the pony girl agreed enthusiastically.   "These pointed ears aren't just for show and, uhm… Bluebelle?"

"What is it now, Moondancer?" the exasperated pilot sighed.   "And don't call me Bluebelle.   How will anyone take me seriously with a name like Bluebelle?   I'm Cowgirl Annie, ya hear!"

"Okies, Bluebelle!" Moondancer cheered bubble-headedly.   "But, uhm, shouldn't the missile have gone all explody an' stuff by now?"

Bluebelle ejaculated, "holy crap on a stick!" and jerked the joystick wildly, trying to shake the girl off of the cockpit's bubble.

"Yah!   Playtime!" Nuku-Nuku enthused as Mock-One ploughed into the street.   "Oh, pooh.   Uh… That's not right," observed she while jumping clear of the wreckage.   "I wonder what's wrong?   They ussually make playtime last longer than that."

"Eeek!" eeked the pony girl as she crawled out from the twisted metal.   "Bluebelle, are you alright?"

"Ah'm just fine, li'l darhlin', but mah dander's up," the cowgirl assured her partner, dusted her stetson off and fixed it over her horns with determination.   "Buht, so much for usin' modern tech-know-how anyway.   Ah guess we'll jess hafta finish this roundup the ol' fashioned way."   She smiled and drew her sex shooter.   "That's jess fine bah me!"

"Yo, ho, ho!" cheered Moondancer as she fumbled with her golden lariat.   She had lots of enthusiasm going for her, although talent and brains were notably absent.

"Uhm, that's 'yippie yi aye', Moony," Bluebelle Cowgirl Annie corrected with a sigh of expiration.   (All of her exasperation had been used up, leaving mere expiration to do her sighing.)

"Feh, like, whatevah," Moondancer shrugged.   "Let's bag this kitty!"

"That's, er… oh, close enough."