[Author's Drivel to follow]

All characters are TM and Copyright someone else, be it AIC or WB. I
have no intention of...well, you 
know what I'm going to say from here on out.

This takes place in the nebulous space in my head where OAV and TV
Tenchi continuities mix into a big 
silly ball.

"Great Minds"

	In a nameless city in America, rain pummeled down on a nondescript
building. Sheets of water poured down from the skies and flashes of
lightning lit the sky. In the aforementioned building, two mice planned
out their evening. 
	One was running in the mouse equivalent of an exercise machine, letting
out the occasional "Narf," to punctuate what he considered an especially
good something or other. 
	The other was hard at work on what appeared to be a shipping box,
laboring over the top with a calligraphy pen. His large brow was covered
in sweat, mostly due to his exertion at beating the other mouse over the
head with his calligraphy pen earlier.
	"Pinky, will you please stop your tireless pursuit of nothing," the
mouse said in a tired voice. "Its almost time for us to start our
nightly attempt at conquering the world."
	"And why'd you want to do that, Brain," Pinky asked, coming to a halt
on the treadmill. 
	Brain stopped for a moment, mentally marking the date and time of
Pinky's first complete sentence. He then pondered the question for a
moment. Since before he could remember, his dream had been simple: to
crush everyone under the weight of his intellect and prove to everyone
that he was truly a mouse to be reckoned with.
	"Boredom," he said simply. "Now, my meat-headed friend, in the box. We
are going to Japan."
	"Why are we going to Japan? Oh, is it to get the Bubble Gum Crisis 2040
LD release? Or the Omicron toy?" The none-too-intelligent mouse clapped
his hands together in a display of glee that was only equaled by a
certain blond detective getting a new flavor of ice cream. 
	After setting up the auto sealer, Brain followed his less intellectual
cohort into the box. As the tape sealed them in, one could hear the
start of the worlds most famous travel song.
	"Ten thousand bottles of beer on the wall, ten thousand bottles of
beer. Take one down-"
	The crash of a calligraphy pen stopped the song in mid chorus.

Outside of Tokyo,
Masaki Shrine,
Six to Eight Weeks later:

	Azaka and Kamidake stood watch over the front gate to the Masaki shrine
as the sun crested the horizon. Birds chattered and flittered across the
happy scene, the spring wind bringing nothing but the fresh smell of
approaching summer.
	The Postal Worker normally assigned to this route had mysteriously quit
his job nearly a month before, and none of his coworkers wanted to pick
up an extra route. This particular house was passed off between new
guys, all of which invariably quit, complaining of talking mailboxes or
flying women. 
	Today, the Postmaster of the region was delivering the mail personally,
tired of hiring new employees. Flying women and talking mailboxes my
arse, he thought bitterly. 
	Still, it was a beautiful day and the Postmaster was happy to be out in
the field. In the office he felt old, out here it was like he was just
starting out in the Postal Service all over again. 
	"Hello?" He called from the gate, glancing at the two large wooden
cylinders on either side. They were painted curiously one in red, the
other in blue. 
	"Yes?" someone answered from the main house. "Oh, the mail." A young
man, dressed to work in the fields came out to meet him. 
	"Here you are, son. If you'd sign for the package I'll be able to get
going on my way-" a sudden explosion rocked the house, nearly knocking
the Postmaster off his feet.
	"What was that?!" he asked in alarm.
	"Just Ryoko. Its no big deal," Tenchi said as he covered his face in
his hand. Another explosion, this one punctuated by a loud, angry yell,
rocked the house.
	"A-another one?"
	"Ayeka's." Tenchi said simply, like a man whose farm was washed away
each year by the same wave.
	Suddenly a rabbit raced across the porch, through the door behind
Tenchi and disappeared into the house.
	"What was that?" the Postmaster asked, not entirely sure he wanted an
answer. 
	"Ryo-Ohki," Tenchi told him, a small grin crossing his face. "She's
harmless." As these words left Tenchi's mouth the small rabbit thing
raced out the door it had come in with, followed by a beautiful woman
with cyan hair. And a very angry expression on her face. Neither the
woman nor the creature had actually opened the door.
	"Tenchi," Ryoko said in a tone that was much sweeter than her facial
expression. "Did you see where that two timing little rat went? Oh,
excuse me," she added once she saw the Postmaster, who was now barely
clinging to his feet.
	"Don't worry about it," the Postmaster told her, completely devoid of
any emotion.
	"Sorry for the inconvenience," Tenchi told him, handing the clipboard
back to the startled postal worker. 
	"Don't worry about it," the man repeated. Then he turned and ran off.
	"Pretty fast for an old guy," Ryoko noted.
	"I wonder what this is?" Tenchi said as he looked at the white
cardboard shipping box. The box moved suddenly of its own accord, and
fell to the ground in front of a startled Tenchi. A clear "OW" could be
heard from inside.
	"Not very interesting, if you ask me," Ryoko said as she phased back
into the house. "Besides, its for Washuu."
	Tenchi debated leaving the box there, but his sense of responsibility
overrode his fear of the unknown. "I'll just bring it to Washuu," he
said.
	Tenchi nearly dropped the box again when he heard a satisfied "YES!"
escape the box.

	In the Laboratory, Washuu was busy chasing Mihoshi. Mihoshi, for her
part, was having a great time. Washuu was swearing in sixteen languages
only two of which were still in use. 
	"If you don't get back here right now with that tool, I swear I'll-"
Washuu was cut off when Mihoshi unexpectly stopped dead in her tracks.
"Wha,"
Washuu asked, her face pressed into Mihoshi's backside. Then she noticed
Tenchi standing by the open door, a box in his hands.
	"A package? Is it for me?" Mishoshi asked, immediately dropping the
tool in question. Nearly screaming, Washuu dove for the antimatter
powered sensor assembly, narrowly saving the entire main island of Japan
from a horrible death.
	"No, Mishoshi, its for Washuu. It just came in the mail."
	"For little old me?" Washuu asked, voice back to its sugary normal
tone.
"Wonder what it could be," the scientist asked as she took the package.
She shook it, sharply in her hands, one ear cocked to try and discover
what was in it.
	She swore she heard a string of cuss words in Latin. Shrugging, she
opened it up. What greeted her were a pair of lab mice, obviously shaken
from the ordeal. A grin spread across Washuu's face, the nature of which
reminded Tenchi that he somewhere else to be. Anywhere else to be. 
	"Bye Washuu, have fun," he said as he disappeared out he door.
	"I didn't order any new specimens, but I'm sure I have something I
could use these cute little guys for. Or was that something I could use
on these cute little guys."
	"Are you the great Washuu?" a deep voice asked. 
	"I know that wasn't Mihoshi," Washuu said, looking around the lab. Then
she looked down. "Oh, talking mice."
	"I am Brain," the big headed one said. "This is Pinky," he added as his
the other mouse let out a large "NARF." 
	"Really. Still interesting."
	"Ohh, can I play with one of the mice?" Mihoshi asked, looking over
Washuu's shoulder. 
	"Ohh, can I play with one of the humans?" Pinky asked, looking up at
Mihoshi. 
	"NO!" Brain and Washuu said at the same time. After sharing a glance,
Washuu handed Pinky to Mihoshi. The two immediately scampered off,
laughing and narfing their way through the lab.
	"I have a request to make of you, Washuu. I require you're technology
for one of my plans, and I am here to request it."
	"Why would I give any of my technology to a mouse?" Washuu asked,
ignoring the crashing noise from across the lab.
	"As a courtesy to another super-intelligent megalomaniac." Brain drew
out a yellow book labeled 'Mad Scientist Etiquette' and showed it to
Washuu. "You wrote this section yourself."
	After wiping away the sweat drop, Washuu answered: "Actually I don't
think you're up to handling the technology. I don't need any primitives
from a backwater planet going and screwing up the whole universe."
	"I assure you, I learn fast."
	"Sorry, I'm not looking for a student right now. I am looking for a
sample- oh, sorry, I was rambling."
	The big headed mouse furrowed his brow, irritation crossing the
normally blank face. He glanced up at the red headed child scientist,
further irritated by the cute little look on her face.
	"All right, Washuu, you force me to undertake a distasteful course of
action," Brain said almost sadly. "I warn you, it won't be pretty."
	Washuu tensed slightly at the threat. She'd faced smart mice in the
past, and several planets still had scars from those battles. Her
fingers flexed, ready to counter whatever the mouse had planned.
	"Please, please, please let me study with you. Let me be your student,
I'll do anything."
	Pinky and Mihoshi took a moment out of their game to stare at the now
groveling Brain, Pinky glancing from Brain to the now sweat dropping
scientist. Mishoshi simply glanced around with a confused look on her
face.
	"Well, I could use a qualified lab assistant," Washuu said finally.
	"YES!"

Author's Notes:
	I've been sitting on this idea for a while now, and I figured I get
what I could out. I've got another part written on paper, but I don't
have the time to write it for a couple days. So here's my P&B/TM!
Crossover for the time being.

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By Jerico Mele, a wholly owned subsidiary of Big Fire Enterprises, Inc.