Oh, this one's just too good to pass up!!

 Ra-man and Pigboy!!! Enter, Catslut!!

 Hold on to your hats here, folks. It's the parody to kill all parodies!!

 ALL CHARA COPYRIGHT TO RAMIKO TAKAHASHI, SHOGAKUKAN, VIZ AND WHOEVER ELSE
HOLD THE COPYRIGHTS!!

 The Sky above Nermina was black, inky patches spreading like milk over the
canvas. A signal apeared. The panda signal!!

 Ranma, in his civilion id of Ranma Saotome, martial artist in training, was
being smashed in the head agien by his perinial finace, Akane Tendo.
 A typical quite day in the Tendo househhold.

 RANMA/AKANE: Typical?!?!?!?

 Then, the Panda signal burst thru the windows, a searing white light that
blinded damn near everyone in there, and gave Genma an chance to nip
everyone's meal. Ranma held his hand over his eyes, and cursed.

 Soun: Damn!! Can't those Hollywood types refrain from spying on us for one
night!! I'm going to lodge a protest..

 Kasami: Father, please, don't get excited. It's not good for you. I'll
close the curtians. 
 
 Ranma: Yeah, and, uh, I'll go, and, er, help her.
 
 Akane: You? Help? Are you feeling alright?

 Ranma: What? Can't I help out once in a while? 

 Akane: Just don't spill my rice cake this time, bakka.

 Ranma: Yeah, yeah.

 Ranma exits after Kasami. Soun adjust rubs his eyes, then looks at his
dinner plate. He then glares at Genma, who looks away, whistling. Nabaki
grins, get's up, and goes for her room.
 
 In the kitchen, Ranma is helping Kasami open a trap door in the wall. After
a moment, Ryoga enters.
 
 Ryoga: Ranma!! Did you see..

 Ranma: Yeah. Time for us to do the superhero bit agien.

 Ryogo: Jeeze. Do we gotta? I hate those tights!!

 Ranma: C'mon <He grabs his arm, slides off into the darkness>
 
 Kasami: And mind you don't track up my new floor!!
 
 Akane:<Entering kitchen> Ne, Onnichan, I thought Ranma was helping you?

 Kasami: Oh, he was. But he had to step out for a moment.

 Akane: Just like that bakka. Ooohh, I hate him!!

 Kasami just smiles indulgently as Akane goes on and on. She doth protest a
bit too much, was Kasami's passing thought.

 Meanwhile, in the Tendo basement, in a rather Tim Burton-esces set, Ranma
and Ryoga stand at a large computer, dressed in tight spandex, little bandit
masks, and capes and boots. They watch the computer for a moment.

 Ryoga: Jeeze. Couldn't ya get Kasami to make up more usefull costumes? I
feel silly in this spandex.

 Ranma: Well, she did make on her free time at the doja, so don't complain;
You know how little of that she actially gets. So be thankful it's something!

 The computer beeps. Ticker tape starts spewing out. Ranma picks up a few,
and groans.

 Ryoga: What is it?

 Ranma:<Sighing> It's the Catslut.

 Ryoga turns nine shades of pale.


 What is the neferious Catslut up to? Is it yet another fanfic dealing with
her attempting to poison Akane, or can the auther actially come up with
something new? Can the dynamic dou take care of Catslut? What daring traps
does the cute purple haired one have up her, er, sleeve? And what of
Duckboy? Is it worth continuing this silly fanfic to find out? 
 Be here later!! Same Cat-time, same cat station!!

 Well? Any comment? (He said, retreating to his underground flameproof bunker)

 P. Wright,